No News May Be Bad News
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Posted:Apr 29, 2009 1:21 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2009 12:09 am
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So far, no answer on either Sarah's or Jack's cellphones. I went over to their house, and there's no cars in the driveway, and noone's home.
Their neighbor told me that there was all sorts of drama there last night, and the police showed up. I was told that they took both Jack and "some strange woman" (the new Sarah, probably) with them, and then somebody brought Jack back this morning, and then "the other woman" showed up a little while later. That's when they realized that it might be Sarah, when she took the minivan.
It's very telling that her neighbors, who have known her for the five years they've lived there, didn't recognize her. I almost didn't either.
That's all I know.
But this whole episode has me re-evaluating my own sexual adventures.
Let's see. So far:
1)I got fired for fucking my co-workers.
2)I almost got killed last year by a guy I picked up.
3)The resulting brain injury had me lose control of my life.
4)I ended up - involuntarily - in a string of porn movies and photos all over the net.
5)I almost got arrested for at Sam's Boat
6)I had the Clothing Nazi at my door threatening me.
7)Sarah went crazy.
Not such a good record.
Oh, yeah, and one of Hubby's buddies' marriage is now on the rocks because his wife found out he attended our "WhoreBuffet" a few weeks ago.
I think I'd better take a break from some of my more outrageous activities and hit-and-run fucking, and just concentrate on Hubby and guys I already know and are "safe".
At least until I decompress from all this madness.
And, even though I respect Hubby and want his needs fulfilled, I think I'm going to ask him to chill on his S&M nights with Susie until I can get these visions of Sarah's naked, abused-to-Hell body out of my mind. He didn't see her, but it wasn't a sight that speaks well of that type of stuff.
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All Good Things Must Come to an End
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Posted:Apr 28, 2009 10:15 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 12:31 pm
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I guess it's over.
We lost.
Sanity and reason lost.
Sarah came back.
Sort of.
Hubby called me as he was leaving work, to ask if there was any news. I was just about to tell him no, when Sarah walked in.
Sort of.
It was her, but it wasn't.
She looked drawn and pale, and like she hadn't slept or eaten in days. Without even the slightest effort at an explanation, she just asked if she could take a shower, and went into the bathroom, leaving me shocked and speechless at the door.
Her beautiful, long, hair was chopped off really short; her lip, eyelid, and nostril were pierced and, when she stripped to take a shower, she had a new demon tattoo on her back, and those lovely, perfect breasts that had given me so much pleasure had their sweet, tasty nipples pierced with small hoops.
What the fuck?!?! How could she DO that??? Was this what she meant when she so happily said, 'Wait till you see what we've done'.
She also had so many bruises, teeth marks, cuts, whip marks, rope marks, and burn marks, it was hard to look at her without squinting and feeling a little sick. Most were obviously from before, but signs of new damage were all over her.
No fucking way Jack's taking her back now!
I didn't even know who this strange woman in my shower was. Compared to her, Hubby's sub, Susie, looks like a pristine virgin! If he ever did anything like this to ANYONE, regardless of the reason, he'd be out the door so fast, his head would spin.
After she showered, she came out into the living room naked and started telling me how "great" this Hammer (TattooMan) guy is, and how he's opened her up to this whole new world, and on, and on, and on. There was no talking any sense into her. It was like she was a Charles Manson groupie. Bringing up Jack, and her marriage, her family, our friendship, just bounced off her with no effect, like I'd never said it. She just kept rambling on. Her eyes were clear, and she wasn’t on drugs, but was high on this “new world” of hers. She tried to get me to go with her, back to his place so he could show me this great world of his. No fucking thanks! There was no talking to her. She just kept going on about him and "the guys".
When she sat down, I got my next shock. What I thought was a whip mark or bruise just above her pussy was a tattoo. One word.
"Hammer"!!!
On her PUSSY!!!
That's fucking PERMANENT!!!
Sitting with her legs slightly opened, it looked like her pussy lips were also pierced with hoops. She saw my stunned gaze, spread her legs wide, and showed me her pierced pussy lips like she was showing off a first place trophy. There was also a tiny padlock locking the hoops together across her pussy. "Don't you just love it?", she smiled. Love it? How about LOATHE it! How do you even pee like that? She flicked the hoops and padlock with her fingers and said, "Isn't this beautiful?"
What the FUCK?!?!?!?!
Who the Hell was this person, and what did she do with my sweet, little Sarah? I've heard the expression "fucked her brains out", but this is the first case where I've actually seen it happen. She said she’d been up all night “getting fixed up” by her new friends.
This is what she called “getting fixed up”?!?!
It was apparently during her piercings that I had talked to her. She had taken a "sedative"(????) to take the edge off, because she wasn't given any anesthetic so that she could "experience the pleasure that extreme pain can give".
That's SO fucked up!
That was just too much. I told her to get her shit together, or get the fuck out, trying to snap her back to reality.
She just responded that she had no intention of staying, saying she just came to get her stuff, and that she was going back to "my Hammer", and again asked me to come with her. When I flatly refused, she just said "fine", got dressed, got her stuff, and left. I followed her all the way to her minivan, begging, pleading, and crying, and trying to get her back to Earth, but she just drove off smiling like she was going to a birthday party, saying that she was going back to the house to get her clothes and stuff.
Hubby pulled up a few minutes later, and I know I must have seemed frazzled, crying and pacing around frantically, but I tried to tell him what happened. We agreed that it was time to call Jack and tell him everything.
Too late.
We got Jack on his cell just as he was pulling up to his house, and he cut the conversation short, saying - excitedly - that Sarah's minivan was in the driveway, and that she was back, and he was going to go in and see her. Then he hung up before we could warn him about what he was going to find.
That was over six hours ago, and we're afraid to call him back.
We're going to call them both tomorrow and see what's up.
If noone answers, I'm going to go track them down and make sure they're both still alive.
This was NOT how this was supposed to end!
I guess we did too little too late. We all failed her (especially ME!), and now she has to live with our mistakes. I just hope she's all right.
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She's Losing Her Mind!
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Posted:Apr 28, 2009 9:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2009 10:20 pm
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I'm still cringing about telling personal stuff about Sarah & Jack, but this shit is too much for me to keep in; so I've got to “vent” and get it out. Besides, you don't really know them, so it's not like they'll ever meet you. I’m paraphrasing some of the conversation, because I’m still a little too frazzled to remember it all perfectly. This isn't easy for me. Bear with me.
I called Sarah at work to see how she was doing (and IF she was really at work), and she was, working away and seeming fine. She mentioned that Jack had called to check on her also, and they talked a bit (good news) and he asked her again about counseling.
Things seemed to be going fine, but then she never came “home” to my house after work. I called her cell; no answer, just voicemail. I called Jack to see if she was there, but he thought she was still with us.
I kept calling her cell, which kept going to voicemail, and called all her friends and the few co-workers we had numbers for. No Sarah. I told Jack not to worry, that she was probably just somewhere getting drunk, and I'd find her. He said he’d start calling police and hospitals, just in case, but he seemed strangely detached, like he had given up already, and didn’t really care. I seemed to care more than him. Maybe she’d finally pushed him too far. Kinda sad.
At 10:30, when I called her cell, a guy answered, with all sorts of noise in the background. I asked who it was, and where’s Sarah. He called to someone named “Hammer” and asked “Hey! Is that bitch’s name Sarah?”
It was.
The commotion in the background sounded like they had “Saw II, III, & IV” on the TV all at once. There were multiple voices, and one of them was distinctively female, and definitely sounding like she was in distress.
“Hammer” took the phone and ‒ SURPRISE! ‒ it was TattooMan from Friday night.
Sarah had apparently gone back to Montrose, and up to his apartment looking for a repeat performance, and ended up “entertaining” TattooMan and his friends, along with at least one other girl. I asked to speak to Sarah, to which TattooMan laughed and said she was a bit “tied up”, and invited me to come and join the "fun". After arguing a bit, he said he’d hold the phone up to her ear, so I could talk to her. The sounds I heard as he got closer to her were sounds I would never want to be a part of. All I could picture was someone being dissected like a frog in a high school lab experiment. Sarah’s shrill voice flinging out expletives on top of beggings and pleadings got clearer until things got quiet and were replaced by just heavy breathing and whimpering.
"Sarah?!?!"
A faint and quivering "y-y-yesss" replied
"SARAH!!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?!"
A mumbled "M'shell?" sounded almost like she didn't know what planet she was on.
"YES! SARAH! ARE YOU OK?"
After a deep breath and a huge 'SIGH', she seemed to clear up a bit and answered softly, but almost like she was high, "Oh, fuck me, yes. Better than OK. These guys are fucking amaaaaaaaazing. Wait till you see what we’ve done.”
"These guys?!?! What did you do?? What the FUCK are you doing?!?! Are you insane?!?!"
"No, I'm in Heaven. This is Heaven."
"I'm coming to get you!"
"NO! Stay away from me. We're fine. Leave us alone."
And the phone went dead.
'WE'RE fine'??? 'Leave US alone'??? Oh, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!
I called back a zillion times, but the phone must have been turned off.
I frantically woke Hubby up and hysterically told him what I'd just heard and what Sarah said. He asked if I knew where she was, and I told him yes, because it must have been where we were Friday night. We didn't want to call 911 and send the police there, besides, I didn't know the address, even though I could probably find the apartment if I was there. We didn't want to make Jack crazy at 11:00, so Hubby & I got dressed went down there alone, hoping to get her back to safety before he found out. When we got there, I found TattooMan's apartment, and we went up. It was a mess, but deserted. On the floor, among the debris, was my blouse that Sarah wore to work that morning. Ripped to shreds.
We found a cop on the street and told him we were worried about a friend who disappeared, and he told us to file a police report. We were at the substation when my cellphone rang.
Sarah!!!
I wanted to cuss her to Hell, but I bit my tongue, told here we were here in Montrose, and wanted to take her back home.
She absolutely refused, and wouldn't tell me where she was, except to say she was with "Shrek", was just fine, and would be back "soon".
Then she said "Love ya’,bye" like nothing happened, and hung up.
That's the last I've heard of her. We gave the police a description of her, the address of the apartment where she was at last, and our numbers. But, with her saying she was OK, there was nothing they seemed to want to do and, with rain pouring down, we couldn't walk the streets looking for her. Besides, where would we look? There was nothing else we could do, so we left. By the time we got home, it was after 1AM, so we still haven't told Jack, and don't know exactly how to tell him, or exactly WHAT to tell him. He thinks she's at work. I called; she isn’t. Last night, Jack didn’t seem to care if he ever saw her again, but I think (hope!)that’s just a defensive reaction. I just hope that somewhere down deep, he still cares enough to take her back, and doesn't panic before she shows up or we figure out what to tell him.
Yes, I know. We SHOULD have already told him, but I’m still hoping I can get to her and talk some sense into her, and get her “normal” again before it’s too late. If I don't hear from her by tonight, we'll HAVE to tell Jack, and let the chips fall where they may.
That's all we can do.
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Another Fine Mess
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Posted:Apr 27, 2009 10:55 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2009 9:37 am
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My dad was a fan of old 50's & 60's sitcoms and had a collection of tapes of old shows. In the "Laurel & Hardy" ones, after things got out of control, Oliver Hardy (the large one) would invariably turn to Stan Laurel and say; "Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten us into!" Even though it was usually Hardy that screwed things up.
Well, this whole Sarah & Jack thing is one of those "another fine messes". I usually don't blog about very personal stuff of others, but Sarah is dragging Hubby and I into her mess, and it's already getting to me. After only three days!
Sarah's a TOTAL mess, and Jack is kind of blaming Hubby & I for some of it. I guess, from his perspective, he may have a point.
According to Hubby (he spent part of Sunday with Jack), Jack blames me for "sexualizing" Sarah, and dragging her into my extracarricular episodes. Maybe true, but SHE'S the one who came over and introduced ME to being Bi, and dragged Jack into swapping with us. He also says that Hubby is at fault for her going off the deep end, for introducing her to S&M during one of our swap nights. But it was Sarah that not only suggested it, but demanded it, and kept asking for more.
So, I guess there's enough blame to go around, but Sarah's really taken it to new heights.
You all know me. I'm a supreme slut. I LOVE getting laid. But hubby and I do our fuckings for fun and pleasure - not because it's some kind of compulsion.
With Sarah, it's a compulsion, bordering on a sickness.
She's been fucking at least two of the guys she works with (at work!), and wears S&M type outfits most of the time - even to work. Jack says some of those bruises I saw on her Saturday morning were old ones from previous fuckings with other guys.
For Jack's part, he wants to reconcile, as he does love her, and thinks she's just gone temporarily insane or something. He wants her back, but ONLY if she agrees to some sort of counselling. Either couples counselling, or even a sex therapist to work out her issues. That's all. No other conditions. He's willing to forgive & forget all the shit that's happened so far, if she'll just agree to go with him (or even by herself) and get help. He's been making this same offer for the last few months as (he says) she's gotten more and more out of control.
I tend to think he has a case. Friday night (what was left of it), Sarah slept (ONLY slept) in bed with Hubby & I, but Saturday and Sunday nights, she was tucked into the guest bedroom. Saturday night, she snuck back into our bedroom, and initiated sex with us. I woke up to the feel of her mouth on my pussy and, when I looked around, she also had a handful of Hubby's stiffening dick and was stroking it and switching her tongue back and forth between Hubby's dick and my clit until Hubby also woke up. By then, she was already sitting on Hubby's dick and flailing away like a bitch in heat.
I was shocked and pissed!
Here we are trying to help her resolve things with Jack, and she's fucking US!
I got out of bed and started to "talk her down", but she (and Hubby) were both WAY too far gone, and kept fucking until they both exploded.
Hubby composed himself and we both "read her the riot act" and told her she needed to behave and try and get back with Jack.
Sunday, while Hubby was over at Jack's, Sarah and I took a chilly swim and got some sun. Hubby called to say he was on his way back, and I didn't think much of it when Sarah disappeared, saying she needed to go to the bathroom. Hubby got home, and decided to join me on the deck and went in to get his swimsuit.
When he hadn't returned in 20 minutes, I went to find him.
He was in his dressing/S&M room with Sarah. She had found Hubby's stash of toys, put on some nipple clips, pussy-lip clips, other assorted clip-on and poke-on torture devices, had handcuffed herself to the ceiling hooks, and was hanging there begging Hubby to beat her around a little.
To Hubby's credit, even though I KNEW he was chomping at the bit to give her a good work-over, he was trying to get her to stop and see what a mess she was making of things.
We unhooked her from the ceiling and removed of all the devices, sat her down, and told her very plainly that - if she was going to stay here - she was going to have to stay here completely SEXLESS until she and Jack started at least TALKING again!
She tearfully agreed, but said she really NEEDS constant sexual attention, although she will try and control herself.
Fine!
Last night, after dinner, she "went for a walk". When I went out to see why there was a strange car parked at our curb, she was inside, topless, giving some guy (one of her bf's) a blowjob in the front seat! Right in front of my house!
I was so pissed, I ripped open the car door and cussed her out, and told her to get her cocksucking mouth in the house, and pack her things, and go to either HIS house, or a hotel (HO-tel, in her case)!
I couldn't fucking believe it!
I love her, and feel bad for her, but she's such a SHIT!
She ran inside, crying, and went up to the guest room, locked herself in, and stayed there all night. Hubby unlocked the door a while later to check on her, and she was on the bed sound asleep, naked, with a vibrator still half inside her pussy. Still running!
UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!
The girl DEFINITELY has problems!
This morning, she got up and went to work while I was still asleep. Well, according to Hubby, she SAID she was going to work. We'll see.
Either she at least TRIES to get some sanity back in her life, or she's going down a very dark path.
Either way, I'm both glad we can be there for them, and seriously frustrated that we're in the middle of the whole thing. I mean, I know that's what friends are for, and we'll never give up on them, but I have a feeling that this will NOT have a happy ending!
We'll see what drama awaits us tonight.
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Tension Relief!
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Posted:Apr 25, 2009 1:38 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2009 11:00 am
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This is the longest post I've ever done, so relax, get some wine and popcorn, and get comfortable. I would have made it two parts, but it would have lost something in the pause. I'm dead tired and totally fucked-out, but I had to get this down while I could.
Enjoy!
After this morning's run-in with the Clothing Nazi, I sunned for a while, but couldn't get comfortable, thinking of the shithead that called the KGB on me. Like some of you replied, it might have been the meter-reader I flattened, or it may have really been a neighbor, but it didn't matter. I was still pissed at the whole world for being told what I can and can't do on my own property.
I found myself pacing around the house like a caged tiger, fuming and just waiting to pounce on the next asshole that got in my way.
Hubby called, and I unloaded all my bitchiness on him (but not AT him!), and he asked if I wanted him to come home and be with me instead of doing his usual Friday night S&M session. I actually DID want him home to cuddle me and tell me it was going to be OK, but he was being so sweet, I couldn't deny him his weekly thrill with Susie. I told him to go on and have fun, but save some for me when he got home.
Just talking to Hubby took the edge off and mellowed me enough to clear my head, and go out for some tension relief of my own. Maybe finding some off-duty cop and fucking him into a coma would be good therapy!
LOL!
Two minutes later, Sarah was on my cellphone, asking if I was alright. Hubby had called her and asked her to check in on me. That guy is just toooooo thoughtful! My man!
We talked a bit, and she must have sensed my mood, and said, "So are you going to take out your revenge on some poor jerk tonight?"
Damn, that girl knows me!
"Yeah, I was kind of thinking about it."
Well, then, I'm coming with you. I can't let you get in trouble all by yourself. Besides, I promised your husband I'd watch over you. And I'm horny as Hell, too!"
Just as well. Two horny, pissed off bitches can do more harm than one!
"Sure! Take off your panties, and get over here!"
Ten minutes later, she was at my door looking so incredibly, fucking HOT, I decided I needed to fuck her first before we went on our man-hunt.
Feeling agressive, anyway, I backed her up against the wall, forced my mouth on hers, and reached between her legs and grabbed the most wonderful piece of woman-flesh I've felt in weeks.
I felt my temperature rise, and my head start to spin as my tongue probed hers, and she also found my desperately wet pussy.
It seemed like we were somehow magically transported onto my bed, because I can't remember walking there. I must have floated in on Cloud 9.
Sarah took over and planted her mouth firmly on my pussy, and all the days tension erupted in one of the most massive orgasms in recent memory when she probed the depths of my pussy with her fingers, and her tongue found my ripe clit.
Ohhhhhhhh, myyyy GAWD!!!!!
It felt like all my flesh had been blown off my body and landed back in all the wrong places. My skin was on fire, and my brain was WAY overloaded.
FUCK! I needed that!!!
When I returned to Earth, all I could think of was getting my hands on her breasts, and my tongue inside her. I attacked her body like my life depended on it and, from her reaction, I was giving her back everything that she had just given me.
We rolled around, kissing, licking, probing, and 69'ing for about another half hour and, when we had squeezed the last sexual goose-bumps from each other, we hopped in the shower to clean up for our dick-hunt.
We tried on different outfits and lingerie (good thing that, except for Sarah's huge boobs, were the same size), until we found items that no man - straight or gay - would be able to resist. Sarah went for more of the "leather & lace" look, and picked out the leather halter/S&M top hubby had bought for me (that I never wore), my zip-front leather mid-thigh skirt, black lace stockings, and spike heels. I went for the horny schoolgirl attire, with button-down collar, white man-shirt (mostly unbuttoned), plaid, pleated miniskirt, white stockings and heels. The only thing we agreed on was NO PANTIES!
Now that we were fully recharged, WATCH OUT!
Sarah had brought the minivan, so we took that, as there was enough room inside that we could our conquest in comfort inside it if we needed to. Hell, we could probably fuck a whole basketball team in there!
Perfect!
I just needed a hard dick to top off the girl-fucking Sarah had just blessed me with, but she was in the mood for some rough sex (her Hubby is good, but mellow), so we headed into the belly of the beast; the Montrose sex & sin neighborhood. Anybody on the face of the Earth can get laid in any way they want down there, and Friday nights are usually prime rampant sex nights. The last time I was down there was at the Sky Bar and that night was one for the record books. Last year, when I hit the gay clubs, I ended up with an amazing gay girl, and an even more amazing Tranny, and we all fucked each other raw until the sun came up.
As we strolled the street past JR's, heading towards Numbers, the music that echoed from the clubs and throughout the neighborhood, was like a tribal, audio aphrodisiac, and I could feel my body responding to the beat the closer we got.
Sarah's leather outfit got the most stares, and a few cat-calls, but we kept on moving so she could find just the right guy to turn her every way but loose.
The only problem with Montrose, is that you can never tell the gender of someone until you get naked, and even then it's not always easy. Sometimes, if you want a big, hard dick, you've got to find a "female", and check "her" package. Makes life interesting!
After a fair amount of "window shopping" Sarah pointed to a guy in the middle of a crowd that I would probably avoid if I saw him in a dark alley. Tall, beefy, tattoos, piercings, hardcore leather, but some SERIOUS weight between his legs! Before I could say "Dial 9-1-1", she made a beeline for him. And she was supposed to keep ME out of trouble?!?!
I mean, under all that ink and metal, he had great features, and was a pretty attractive guy. And some of the tattoos were really pretty. Just the whole package was a bit intimidating.
She cozied up to him, stroking his tattooed arm and complimenting the ink. He was interested in her outfit and pierced navel, but I could tell he was dissing her because of her lack of (visible) tattoos. When he challanged her to get a tattoo, she said "I already have one" and, without missing a beat, she unzipped her skirt and pulled it up so high that he could see her "cherries" tattoo on her abdomen! Naturally, her pantiless pussy was also visible to him and everyone on Westheimer! She casually dropped her skirt back and zipped it part way down, and asked "So when are you going to show me all of yours?"
I grabbed her arm to try and bring her back to her senses. "Saaaa-raaaaa!!!" I said in my "warning" voice.
"Who's the schoolteacher?" he asked.
"This is my friend, Michelle. We're just down here for the night to get some action."
Oh, GREAT! Yes, I wanted to get laid, but not killed!
He reached out and grabbed her big, leather covered breast and gave it a squeeze that made her wince.
"You can't handle my action" he warned.
"Try me!" She shot back.
He looked at me and, with his other hand, he grabbed a hold of MY breast and gave it a slightly gentler squeeze.
Standing there with both hands full of our boobs, he grinned an evil smile, looked at Sarah and hissed,
"I could do you AND the schoolteacher in ways you can't even imagine."
As much as the whole leather/BDSM/punk thing doesn't ring my bell, the combination of my inert horniness, the pounding beat of the music, and the massive hand massaging my breast, was starting to cause a stirring inside me. I was willing to consider it.
Sarah was feeling her oats. "Hell, you couldn't handle either one of us. Both of us together would probably kill you."
GREAT! That was all the challange he needed! Now I KNEW we were going to get laid by this monster, and there was nothing I could do about it, unless I abandoned Sarah and let them go off together without me, and I wasn't going to let her out of my sight. Not with HIM! I guess it was going to be all or nothing!
He used her breast to pull her right up to him, kissed her HARD, biting her lip, and said, "Come with me." in a way that sent shivers up my spine, but also roaring through my pussy. Ink and metal aside, this guy was ALL man. And he knew it. And I now WE knew it!
He lived in a walk-up just off Fairview, and it was like going onto another planet going inside. I started to have flashes of all those horror movies where the girls follow the weird guy and are never seen again. At least not in one piece.
Wihout shyness or hesitation, he stripped off his clothes revealing a really hot, buff, body covered almost completely in the most intricate, interesting tattoos I've seen. And a dick that would test the stretch limits of Magnum condoms!
WooHoo! OK, I'm in!
Sarah latched her mouth onto his huge dick without wasting time getting undressed, and peeled off her outfit as she sucked.
Not being able to resist a dick like that either, I joined her in chowing down on him. There was plenty to go around!
As I happily gulped down inch after inch of him, I saw Sarah getting up. He had her by her hair, pulled her up to her feet and just flinged her on to his bed like a rag doll, pulling his dick from my lips as he turned.
Well, she wanted it rough!
Then he turned back to me and ordered me to get on the bed with her.
No problem!
He kneeled between our legs and dove one hand into each of our pussies, working them deeper and deeper into us until I felt his entire hand inside me. I'd had my Marine "fist" me with his arm, but I don't think Sarah had ever had that much meat forced into her before. I was feeling that nice mix of pleasure/pain that my Marine taught me to enjoy, and it had me nice and super-wet. Sarah wasn't in that "zone" though. She let out a screech, that could only have been more pain than pleasure, but then shouted, "Oh, my god, don't stop! More!"
He took his cue from her, and fisted us both deeper and harder, until Sarah had tears running down her cheeks. Then he released our abused pussies, went to his nightstand, unwrapped a giant condom, and rolled it on.
"No telling WHAT diseases you whores are carrying!"
So sweet! So poetic!
Satnding beside the bed, he grabbed Sarah by the hair again, turning her head towards him, and cramming his dick into her mouth and down her throat until she was gagging and choking.
'Take it! Take all of it!" he ordered. When she couldn't take any more, he aimed it at me and said, "get your mouth over here and suck my cock!"
I thought he'd never ask!
He grabbed my hair and shoved his dick into my mouth and I surprised him by swallowing the whole damn thing in one lunge, burying my nose in his abs.
"OH, SHIT!" was all he could say. Hahahaha! I freaked him out! I'm probably the first one who met his challange and deep throated his whole dick.
He pumped my throat a few times, I guess to be sure it was really happening, and then pushed me away and climbed on the bed.
Out of nowhere appeared a set of nipple clips, which he attached to Sarah's nipples and tightened them down until her eyes teared up again, and she was biting her lip to stave off the pain. Kneeling between her legs, he grabbed her and pulled her onto him, shoving his dick into her pussy so hard and fast and deep, she let out another cry of pain. As he stroked into her, he grabbed the chain tethering her nipple clips, and pulled and yanked, and twisted them around in a way that had me uneasy just watching. He dove his mouth onto her breasts, biting them and making her squeal.
Well, it's what she wanted!
He proceeded to fuck her so hard and deep and violently, he almost pushed me off the bed. I felt useless, so I leaned over Sarah and kissed her quivering lips, and ran my tongue over her teared-up face, kissing her all over.
Without warning, he pulled out, flipped her over and drilled her from behind, spanking her butt so hard, it sounded like gunshots. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She was really crying now, but also begging him for "more", and to "push harder", and to "make me feel it". Hell I could almost feel it!
Watching this spectacle, I was at the same time horrified, and hornier than I'd ever been for a dick! It was like watching a car crash. You don't WANT to look, but you HAVE TO! I wanted MY TURN!
Sarah shook really hard, and then went limp like she'd passed out, so he just pulled out, pushed her aside, and came towards me. BOY, was I ready for him! I wanted that dick, and I was going to wear him out before he wore me out! I guarantee it!
He got between my legs, pointed to Sarah's semi-lifeless body, and said, "See that! You think you can do better?"
"Fuck you! Get ready!" was the challange I made him.
He stabbed my pussy with that big hunk of meat like he WANTED to hurt me, but the harder he fucked me, the harder I fucked back, letting him know he wasn't going to tame me.
DAMN, it felt GREAT! I was letting loose all the frustration and anger I had pent up since this morning, and it was terrific ahving someone I could take it out on and fuck this hard without scaring him off. The harder I fucked him, the more he liked it and rammed me back.
It was like poetry in motion, but with sledgehammers!
"Is that all you've got?"
He smiled, "not hardly!"
He flipped me over like he'd done her, and plowed me from behind, spanking my butt and saying, "Nice Tat (on my back), now take this, !"
The feeling was downright amazing. Having a dick as big as Hubby's, but being wielded more like a weapon than an instrument of pleasure. It strangely made it that much more pleasurable.
Now for my Coup de Gras. My man-killer. My dick drainer.
"I'll bet you can't do that to my ass!"
He stopped dead like he'd been frozen in place.
Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen.
Then, slowly, he slid out of my pussy and pushed his weapon between my butt cheeks, as if he was afraid what he'd find inside. I guess I shocked him!
"All right, bitch. That's what you want? Your ass is mine, now!"
Then, in he went, deeper and deeper, until I felt his hairy abs rub my skin.
We fucked my butt the way we fucked my pussy, with both of us trying to out-fuck the other, neither one wanting to quit first.
I worked my hips like a tornado, rocking him back and forth as he matched my motion, trying to make my body give in before his.
Never fucking happen!
He was getting to me, though. I could feel "that" feeling, and I couldn't hold it back much longer. Hell, I didn't WANT to hold it back! I wanted that feeling rushing through me like a Dmn had burst.
Just as my body was about to give in and explode, blowing me into a million pieces, he straightened up, shouted something unintelligible like he was speaking in tongues, and came so hard inside me, I could feel his cum right through the condom. That drove me over the cliff, and my body shattered like glass, spraying me with sharp tingles from head to foot.
SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOODDDD!!!
He rolled right off the bed and onto the floor with a THUD, leaving me lying there looking at Sarah's still-motionless body. She was OUT! Fucked out!
Her butt was red as a beet, and she had bruises building from where he'd missed her butt and hit her thigh and back.
Jack was NOT going to be happy!
I rolled her over, gave her a Sleeping Beauty kiss the started waking her up, unhooked her nipple clips (more bruises and bite marks on her breasts) and cuddled up to her until she regained total consciousness.
Well, she'd definitely had her rough sex! And it showed!
Sarah slowly opened her eyes, like she didn't know where she was, and said, "What happened?"
I had to burst out laughing.
"You got laid!"
Every movement hurt her as she tried to get up and compose herself.
"That was great!"
I had to laugh again. NOW she remembered!
TattooMan was lying on the floor, awake but spent, and mumbled, "You can stay the night if you like."
"Sorry, loverboy, we have to get back to our husbands."
"HUSBANDS!" he shouted in mock surprise.
Then he laughed too.
"It figures. You can't get it form your girly-men at home, so you come down here to get it from a real man."
"Don't flatter yourself. You're just a little exercise."
We put on only as much clothing as we had to to get back to her minivan and get back home. I hope she made it OK after she dropped me off. She was WIPED!
Hubby was home, and could tell I'd had a good time, but he won't know HOW good until he reads this.
That's IT. I'm done. I can't stay awake another second.
GOOD NIGHT!
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Knock, Knock, Knock!
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Posted:Apr 24, 2009 12:25 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 12:31 pm
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I was just finishing up a load of laundry and getting ready to absorb some more of Mother Nature's finest rays when the knocks came at the door.
All I had on was my thin nighty that I hadn't changed out of yet, but I figured I'd take a chance and not bother to cover up further.
Opening the door a few inches and peeking through the crack, there was a local officer of the law standing at attention as if he had something formal to say.
Fuck it, I opened the door the rest of the way to see what he thought of my outfit.
A quick flinch and then he returned to cop-mode. It seems my nosy neighbors had been observing my tanning sessions and complained.
FUCK THEM! It's MY yard, and if I want to sun, or swim, or fuck someone, nude in my yard, they can just close their fucking blinds and go back to watching their soap operas!
In the mood to make a point even if it got me arrested, I said, "Oh, you mean I can't do this?", and flinged off my nighty so I was standing there in front of him totally naked.
Either he'll arrest me, or whip out his cop-dick and fuck me.
"M'am, I'm going to have to ask you to put something on."
Now I was REALLY pissed!
"No, thank you. I'm inside my own home, and noone can tell me what to wear, or NOT to wear inside my own home! If you don't like the way I look, don't look."
Now we'll see if cops have balls!
After a huge, loud silence, he added,
"I'm just here to give you a warning that your activities are a violation of the community standards, and to ask you to wear appropriate clothing whenever you're outside your home."
WARNING?!?!?!
COMMUNITY STANDARDS?!?!?!?!
Where they had a porno movie-maker just down the street, and where I've already fucked most of my neighbors - AND their wives?!?!?!?!
Who the FUCK is he kidding?!?!
"What ever happened to MY right to privacy on my own property? Maybe I should file a complaint against the Peeping Toms who can't keep their eyes out of my personal property."
"You can do that, M'am, but they have the right to protect their from improper images."
IMPROPER IMAGES!?!
Who the fuck says my body is an "improper image"? Fuck them!
"Then they should be parents, and tell their not to invade MY property and infringe on MY rights!"
(By the way, I was still standing there nude, and he didn't repeat his request that I get dressed!)
A few more minutes of naked back and forth, and he gave up, just reminded me that "You've been warned", and walked back down the walkway to his car.
I opened the door all the way, stepped onto the threshhold (so I was still technically INSIDE) and, still completely naked, suggested to him as he walked away (not very nicely) that if he had any further complaints, he could take them up with my attorney.
I stayed there naked in my doorway until he had driven away, and waved goodbye to him, one finger at a time!
Then I went out back and sunned for about an hour, just to piss off the neighbors some more.
Fuck them!
And if the jack-booted clothing Nazi comes back, he'd better have an apology or an arrest warrant, or they'll have to blast me out! Good thing I don't live in WACO!
It's probably one of the neighbors I haven't fucked yet, exercising his (or her) right to be a jealous shithead.
They can join my newly formed "Kiss my Butt" club!
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Oops!
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Posted:Apr 23, 2009 11:14 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2009 12:28 pm
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I was just outside on my deck, working on my all-over tan, half asleep. All of a sudden, there was a shadow over me, blocking the sun's warm rays, and giving me a decidedly creepy feeling.
My senses told me I wasn't alone, and I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eyes as I opened them.
My survival mode and years of training took over, and I sprang up, swung around and - with both fists clenched - instinctively lunged at the source of the shadow.
SLAM, WHAM, BLAM, CRUNCH!
I hit the solid mass creating the ominous shadow three or four times as hard as I could, sending it backwards, and into a crumpled mass on the ground.
That will probably be the last time THAT meter-reader takes a break from his duties to stare at a naked woman in her back yard!
LOL!
And that will be the last time I leave my gate unlocked!
I know these guys have some sort of "right" to enter a property to read their meters, but then they'd better be ready to get the shit kicked out of them if they sneak up on someone without warning!
After a few minutes of gasping for breath like a fish out of water, he crawled over to the wall and started apologizing profusely as he staggered to his wobbly feet. I would have wrapped in my towel, but I figured that after almost killing him, I owed him at least a full look.
"Don't you EVER do that again!"
All he could choke out of his damaged throat was a stream of "Yes, m'am, yes m'am, yes m'am" and "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"'s
He scurried for the exit gate like a squirrel on the run, and disappeared down the street.
Maybe I'll post a "BEWARE OF THE BITCH" sign on my gate.
LOL!
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The Pause That Refreshes!
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Posted:Apr 22, 2009 12:08 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2009 11:23 am
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Now THAT was good!
Nothing like a mid-week sex break!
Sometimes it seems like I can't get laid if I paid for it, and sometimes it's like shooting fish in a barrel.
Tonight it was fish in the barrel! With Hubby at his meeting, I took my thong-wearing butt down to Rajin'Cajun for a muffaletta (I am SO addicted to those things!) and a beer and a guy with a hard dick. I got all three! And the guy with the hard dick paid for the rest. Too sweet!
Sitting at the bar with my muffuletta and my muff, sipping my beer as the Rockets tried to put Portland on ice, all it took was a coy, "Try and get me" smile to the guy whose piercing blue eyes were eyeballing me. A beer magically appeared in front of me, with a question relayed by the bartender; did I need any help eating my muffuletta?
Just like in high school, I scribbled "Why stop with the Muffuletta?" on a barnap, folded it over and gave it to the Pony Express to deliver. He read the note with the two guys he was with. They looked over at me, turned back to him, and huddled up like they were planning some secret mission. I was sort of hoping they'd ALL come over, but only blue eyes had the balls to make the move. When he got up close, he was taller than he looked way down there, but a bit older. Maybe 40-ish. Nice, though. He didn't have a ring or a tell-tale ring-line on his finger, so things looked good. I offered hin a quarter of my sndwich, which he accepted, took a bite of, and asked what else I had in mind after he chomped it down.
Recalling my super fun -buffet last week, I pulled the top off my piece, took a BIG lick of the olive dressing, and said, "we could get some of this dressing to go, and see what else it tastes good on."
He quickly ordered a container to go, paid the whole check, and followed me to my car.
When we got to my car, he gently backed me up against the door, put his arms around me and said, "Things like this don't just happen to me. Did someone put you up to this?"
"Would you care if someone did?"
"That depends."
??? Depends ??? On what?? What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Why sould he care WHY his dick is about to get worn out?
"You can play 20 questions out here while I go back inside and pick up someone else for the night, or you can take me home and lick this stuff off me. Decide!"
"Let's go lick."
"See! Now wasn't that an easy decision?"
Against my better judgement, I let him drive, mostly so I could put my seatback all the way down, unzip my jeans, pull them down a notch, and lie there rubbing my pussy through the lacy material of my thong as we drove. His hand found my pussy, and I let him have a quick feel before playfully slapping his hand and admonishing him to pay attention to his driving.
He managed to get us to his place, and it was your basic guy place, but I sensed a twist. there were some feminine type touches around. Plants, artsy-fartsy paintings and photos, etc. Turns out he was recently divorced, and there were still ex-wife things left behind.
He was still in husband-mode, and thought we were going to "make love" with all the touchy-feely kissing and tender caresses.
Yeah, RIGHT!
I needed to slap him back into single, pussy-hunting mode, QUICK!
No better way to do that than do what his wife probably hadn't done in years. I yanked his dick out of his jeans and sucked it down in paid-for- fashion that I'm sure had his blue eyes crossed and spinning. His steady stream of "Oh, my god"'s and "Oh, shit"'s, told me I was on the right track.
His dick got so hard so fast, I was afraid I'd get him off too soon, so I got up and said, "did your wife do that for you?,
knowing that visions of ex-wives are often hard-on killers. I was right; his dick started deflating instantly, and he just shook his head and said, "Not in years!"
"Well, here's your chance to do all the things she wouldn't. I'll do anything you want."
"Who ARE you?" he asked, in a skeptical tone.
"Just a horny slut in need of dick. Now shut up and take me to bed."
We had our clothes off before we hit the bedroom door, and the neatly made bed told me she had him well trained.
I jumped into the middle of the bed, spread my legs and started flicking my clit. He climbed on and started working his way up until I put my hands on his head and stopped him with his mouth dead-center over my pussy.
"Time to put that tongue to good use."
He was happy to oblige, but the last few years of pussyless marriage had him a bit "rusty". A litte coaching had him back on track pretty quickly, and he settled in for a good ten minute pussy & clit licking, while his hands explored my breasts and nipples. Very nice!
"What about the muffaletta dressing?"
"Fuck the dressing!" That was just a ploy anyway.
He left my nicely-licked pussy for some breast nibbling, and his tongue danced over my nipples like long-lost friends.
The head of his dick teased my pussy lips before sliding past the gates and finding my hot wetness inviting him in.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Very nice!
"You said you'd do anything?" he whispered.
"Mmm, hmm."
He rolled me over, pulled my hips up and started rubbing his dick on my butt opening. Obviously another wife no-no. I got the feeling he'd respond to some "dirty talk", so I reached back, spread my cheeks, pushed back against his dick, and started shouting, "Oh, YES! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"
BOY! did THAT get him going!
Hee, hee!
He slammed into my butt so hard, I thought he was going to come out the other side! LOL!
I kept up the slut-talk and, the more I did, the harder and faster he reamed my butt, sending VERY pleasurable waves of orgasms through me. I guess I needed a real hard butt-slam myself!
His pumping reached a fever pitch and he started shouting his own expletives, slapping my butt as he fucked it, until he came so hard, he pushed me into the headbaord; "THINK - THUNK - THUNK". It's a good thing my noggin is all healed, and I had a pillow to cushion me!
One final push and shout, "MOTHERFUCKER!", and he collapsed on me like he'd passed out!
And I thought I needed to get laid! This guy REALLY needed it!
As he lay there spent, I peeled off his condom, wiped his dick with the sheet, and started licking him, trying to get him up once more, so he could finish what he'd started in my pussy before leaving it high and dry for my back door.
It took what seemed like forever, but I got a twitch, then a jump, then a bit of a rise and, aftersome serious dick-swallowing, I had him at least hard enough to force his way into my over-wet and over needy pussy. Even though his dick was showing signs of life, the rest of him was still limp, so I rolled him onto his back so I could ride him till I got what I wanted, whether he was alive or not. I took my chances and left his dick "undressed" so as not to kill the progress I'd made, and because I was being a bit selfish; wanting the feeling of his warm cum shooting into me.
As I rode him, his dick firmed up the rest of the way, growing inside me until he was filing me up and hitting all my soft spots. Mid-way through my first wave of ecstasy, his hands came to life and found my breasts once again, and rubbed, pinched, and squeezed them just at the right time, sending me over the edge, and giving my whole body a shaking, shivering, shock of pleasure that capped off the night perfectly. The gushy-warm sensation of liquid sex he was planting deep into me as he came was the icing on the cake, and the reward I'd earned for a fucking well done! He was still only semi-conscious and breathing hard, so I gave his dick a lick, gave him a little peck-kiss on the lips, and slipped out of bed.
I hadn't had the feeling of sexy man-juice in me in so long (for me, anyway) that I didn't even want to clean up: I wanted the feeling of warm cum in me as long as possible, so I just slipped on my jeans and top and headed out, with a combination of both of our juices keeping my pussy happy all the way back home.
Hubby was just stepping out of the shower and heading to bed, and telling me that he'd struck out with the new office manager girl. Turns out she's not into men.
HA!
I'd had my fun tonight, but now I'm dying to meet her! Let's see if Hubby can fix me up!
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Weekend Washout
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Posted:Apr 21, 2009 2:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2009 11:31 am
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Well, folks, I got washed out this weekend, so hubby & I gave each other "rainchecks" for another time. I wanted to do my weekend sperm-tacular outdoors, but Saturday didn't cooperate and I didn't want to move my sexfest indoors. Sunday, Hubby wanted to go to the Old Town Spring crawfish festival, so I gave in. Personally, I hate those little sea-going roaches. No wonder they call them "Mud Bugs". It's not the flavor (unless some idiot over does the Cayenne Pepper in the boil trying to impress someone), but they're too small and too damn much WORK for too little reward. Give me a 2# lobster, instead, and watch me suck some meat!
I did my chores and shopping for the week yesterday so tonight, while Hubby is in a meeting after work, I'll go find some choice beef on the hoof to get my clit warmed up for this weekend's make-up sessions.
Of course, Hubby's "meeting" probably includes fucking the new assistant office manager they hired (SOMEone has to break her in). Hubby's had his eye on her, and I know he probably wants his dick on her too. They usually all go for dinner and drinks after their evening meetings, so that seems like the perfect time to see if she can manage sucking some dick as good as she manages the office. No jealousy here, as long as he remembers to check into the possibility of ME getting a shot at her too!
I've been out on the deck most of the day, getting my all-over, no tan-line naked sunning done, so now it's an hour or so of Kata nad Tai-Chi, then off to the showers to start primping for my evening dick-hunt.
Wish me luck!
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Photos Posted!
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Posted:Apr 18, 2009 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2009 2:03 pm
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Peter just texted me that he posted some of the photos from the other night.
I just checked them out, and I didn't remember fucking him before he shaved, but I guess I did.
How am I supposed to keep track of all the dicks I've fucked?!?!?!
LOL!
I guess I forgot to warn y'all that I've been letting my hair grow since I had to have it all shaved off last year for the surgery. Maybe I'll get it cut for the summer, but Hubby likes it long, so I'll give him a thrill for a while.
He's earned it!
Anyway, I'm off for my Saturday cum-session. My original plans for an outdoor session got rained out, so I'm finding a new venue.
Either way, today I want a head-to-foot cumbath from lots of dicks. We'll see what happens!
Wish me luck!
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That's What FWB's Are For!
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Posted:Apr 16, 2009 11:41 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2009 10:07 am
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After posting on my Blog Tuesday, I surfed around the site for a while, checking out the scrumptious dicks on the webcams. Nice meat, guys! I rarely read the other Blogs unless a title looks interesting, but I saw that my FWB, Peter, posted one, so I took a look.
All I could think was, “ of a bitch!”
He was whining about his poor underused dick, which pissed me off. After all the fuckings and suckings we’ve had, and all the jump-starts Hubby gave his wife so he’d get some action!
Well, no one is going to impugn MY sexual activities like that and get away with it!
LOL!
I waited until I had tucked (and sucked) Hubby into bed, and took a jog over to his house. He was half asleep, watching TV, switching between some sports show, a motorcycle show, and a NASCAR show the way all you ADHD guys do that can’t commit to one fucking show at a time.
“SO! What’s this about your poor underused dick?”
I had let myself in (we traded keys long ago) and scared the shit out of him, almost making him fall off the couch. Hahahahaha!
He offered some lame-assed excuse for not calling me. DUH! I mean, what’s a fuck-buddy for if you can’t count on her to fuck you when you need it?
“Well, it’s about to get OVERused!” I said, slipping out of my shorts and jogging bra.
All he had on was his shirt, briefs and socks, so it was easy for me to grab his undies and rip them down and off him.
SURPRISE!
He had let his formerly nicely trimmed bod and shaved dick and balls get all hairy. SHIT! This will NOT work!
“OK, what’s with the hair?” He said his wife likes him “more natural”, but ‒ FUCK ‒ she’s not even using him, so why is he catering to her?
I teased him with one deep suck till his dick jumped, and then stopped cold.
“Well, if you want to get laid, you’ll shave your meat, NOW!”
He slipped into his bedroom (wifey was fast asleep) and returned with razor and shaving cream, and his trimmer, and off we went to the ½ bath for some much-needed cleanup. On the way, I grabbed his wife’s digital camera from the table. “We’re going to take ‘before and after’ pictures, and pictures of us sucking and fucking, and you’re going to put them in your Album section as proof, and then I don’t ever want to hear about you not getting any pussy any more!”
As he stood by the sink and used the trimmer to trim his abs and chest nice and short, I kneeled down, creamed his dick and balls, and shaved him spotlessly and hairlessly clean.
“That’s better! Now I can suck it without getting hair stuck between my teeth.” Which I proceeded to do until he was nice and firm. We grabbed a towel and headed back to the couch.
He was definitely WAY too horny and it reminded me of a line from “Good Morning Vietnam”, when the Robin Williams character said of his Seargent; ‘I’ve never met a white man more in need of a blowjob!’
I decided to show his dick no mercy, and swallowed it hard and “worked it like I stole it” until he could take no more, and shot my mouth full in about three minutes flat. GOOD! Now we can slow down and get down to business!
I slid up, planting my nice, wet pussy square on his mouth so he could return the favor while his dick regenerated. If there’s one man I don’t have to coach on pussy-eating, it’s Peter, and he went to work on me with the skill of a classical musician, playing my clit like a Stradivarius. Humma, humma, humma!
When I felt that warm rush starting in my pussy and running up my spine into my brain, I spun around so I could get his dick back in my mouth while he finished playing his tongue-opus on my pussy. His dick was starting to respond nicely when my pussy gave up and let loose with a nice, warm, rolling orgasm. Right in mid-“O”, he bit down on my erect clit that sent such a sensation through me that I let out a shriek of pleasure-pain that almost echoed through the house, and made me release his dick and sit straight up with a shiver.
“Oh, it’s just you.”
Huh?
I guess my shriek woke up his wife, and she came out to tell him to “turn down the TV”.
LOL! That was no TV, that was a screaming slut!
Probably all she could see was my naked upper body bouncing up and down, but she had to know who and what I was bouncing on.
“Sorry”, was all I could think to say.
“Why don’t you two go upstairs?” she said, calmly, and turned and went back to bed.
Too late! I was going to finish what I started right here. The interruption caused his dick to relax again, so it was back to basics, sucking it back up nice and hard. When I had him where I wanted him, I switched around again, sitting down on his hard shaft and we snapped a few more photos as we fucked.
Round two lasted a lot longer, and I got some great use out of that “unused” dick, igniting a few great surging orgasms while he massaged my breasts into their own pleasure zone.
We took a break for water and leftover Popeye’s fried chicken. I decided not to let my chicken-greasy hands and mouth go to waste (and I was ready for round 3), so I worked his dick over with my Popeye’s-lubed hands and tongue until the old guy managed one more tasty erection.
You have to know what round 3 was going to be. My butt hadn’t been serviced yet, and I wasn’t going to let him be able to complain about his dick not getting any butt-work, either. Not wanting to waste time now that I had him hard again, I leaned over the counter, and spread my legs. He knows me so well, I didn’t need to tell him what I expected. He spread my cheeks and slid his chicken-lubed dick into my back door and thrusted in deep, lifting my feet off the floor. He reached around and treated my breasts and nipples to some really nice caressing and massaging (and a little pinching) that gave them a nice tingle. As he stroked away, he moved my hands to my breasts, coaching them to keep up the sensations. Then he moved his hands down to my hips, and then around between my legs to my soaking wet pussy.
Hands on breasts, hands in pussy, dick in butt. Total Heaven!
The third time’s the charm, as he lasted more than long enough to drain me dry of every shock, shake, vibration, and quiver, leaving me slumped breathless on his counter like a thanksgiving turkey.
I could have just curled up right there and went to sleep, but I doubted wifey would appreciate working around a sleeping naked slut to get her toast and coffee this morning.
I oozed over to my shorts and bra, slipped them on, handed the camera to Peter, and told him I’d better see those photos on his site by the weekend if he ever wanted a repeat performance.
I gave him a kiss, gave his sleepy dick a squeeze and good-bye lick, and headed home, content that I had fulfilled my FWB’s/fuck-buddy obligations. At least for a while!
And if he ever bitches again, there’ll be HELL to pay!
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Easter Vacation'sOVER!
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Posted:Apr 14, 2009 8:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2009 11:38 am
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Whether it was deference to religous moors still roaming around in us, or just that we had so many relatives to visit and visit us, we took a weekend sex-break (not from each other, just from our debauchery with others).
That ended today when Carmen and Luis showed up to scrub our pool and rang my bell. Her official company shirt barely contained her luscious breasts and, with an extra button opened, they seemed to not WANT to be contained! Luis's uniform fit much better, only his smile of anticipation was too big to fit.
After a few hugs and kisses, they went out back to start their work, and I went to finish primping for when they turned their attention to scrubbing ME.
I couldn't decide what to wear when it came to me. Why wear anything? I got out a lounger and stretched out on the deck to watch them work and work on my all-over tan. They both liked watching me as they worked - mostly because I caressed my body and fingered my clit - while fantasizing about our after-work fling. It was warming up nicely, and Carmen decided to respond to my nakedness by removing her work shirt which REALLY had her full, round boobs practically spilling out of her lace bra. She splashed Luis and said "Camisa!" like it was an order, to which he removed his shirt aso, revealing his nice, tight muscular body. He must have been working out, as I don't remember him being quite that buff last year.
By the time the basic cleaning was done, my pussy was revved up and raring to get filled. Carmen only had to test and set the chemicals while Luis cleaned the filter and checked the pump, and she didn't need her shorts for that, so off they went, revealing a sexy lace thong that matched her bra. Luis finished with the filter and pump just in time when Carmen decided what chemicals we needed and dosed the pool. Luis joined in and dropped his shorts too, exposing a growing dick beneath his boxers.
When Carmen stepped out of her thong and snapped off her bra, I got up expecting them to follow me inside. Instead, Carmen braved the 72 degree water and dove in!
"If you want me, come in and get me."
Luis stood there dumbfounded as I accepted her challenge and dove into the frigid water.
YEOWCH!!!
COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!
Carmen had mercy on me and swam over and wrapped her body around mine, sharing our warmth to ward off the chill. It didn't take long for our lips to meet, and then our tongues. By the time our hands had explored the goose-bumped flesh and worked their way down between our legs. By then, all the sensations of cold were replaced by the warmth of the furnace she was stoking inside my pussy. All of a sudden, there were more hands all around us, and a firm mass of flesh probing my butt cheeks.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even that cold water couldn't slow down the natural wetness that let Luis slip into me from behind. A deep kiss and Carmen took a breath and slid down to lick my clit as Luis's stroked me deep and kept my breasts warm with his strong hands.
The mix of hot & cold air, water, and body parts combined with the two-sided underwater workout that was going on between my legs was a sensory overload. I couldn't tell if my shivers were from cold or sex, but I didn't care as long as they continued. Carmen came up for air, replacing her tongue with her fingers while mouthing my nipples, warming them nicely.
The orgasm that rushed through me probably raised the pool temperature, as I was no longer cold at all, but ready to return some of the pleasures I'd just received.
Carmen swam to the edge of the pool and, with her back to the wall, put her arms over onto the deck and lifetd her legs and hips up to the surface. The invitation was clear and I was happy to accept, and surround her delicious pussy with my hungry mouth.
Damn, she tasted good!
My tongue flicked her clit and dove into her sweet wetness, and I was so lost in her deliciousnes, I didn't care that Luis was pushing his dick into my unlubed butt. Just a quick twinge of dry-rubbing pain and he slid in, letting me go back to concentrating on the shaved mound of femininity that I craved.
Luis' strokes lifted my legs off the pool floor until I was resting on his hips and his motion got increasingly more wonderful, once again bringing me to that shivering edge.
Carmen wrapped her legs around my head, pulling me tight into her and arched her back, thrashing around in her own orgasmic water-dance, letting me know I was giving as much as I was geting.
A minute later, Luis's dick showed it's appreciation and filled my butt with his cum, raising my temperature that much more.
Spent and cold seeping back in, we rolled out of the pool onto the deck so the sun's rays could warm us back up. Noone had thought to have towels ready, so we laid there letting the sun bake us dry until the had to leave for their next appointment.
I watched them get dressed and pack up their equipment, wondering what it would cost to hire them to come and clean me and the pool on a weekly basis. Whatever it is, it would be worth it!
Freshly fucked and warming up nicely, I spent the rest of the afternoon rolling around perfecting my tan and day-dreaming of my sexy morning pool sex.
When Hubby got home and saw me naked on the deck, I didn't even have to tell him what happened. He just smiled and I knew what he meant when he said "All clean?"
"Definitely!" was all the answer he needed.
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The Whole Friggin' Weekend!
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Posted:Apr 7, 2009 7:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2009 12:03 pm
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OK, so I had good intentions of Blogging last night after “24” and “Saving Grace”, but I must have been more tired than I thought and zonked out on the couch until Hubby came and got me at 2:00. It felt great having him lift me off the couch and snuggle me in his arms as he carried me off to bed. It was almost romantic being swept off into bed like ”in the old days”. If he had made mad, passionate love to me before rolling over to sleep, the night would have been perfect. Oh, well. Maybe when he reads this he’ll get the hint!
So, i was going to just Blog Saturday, and then do Sunday later, but I guess I'll have to do both now. Sorry about the length! Bear (bare?) with me and we'll get through this! LOL!
My Saturday night Choice Day seemed easy in principle, but turned out to be harder than we expected. All I wanted was to be fucked in the back of a convenience store or supermarket like the couple in the Xtube video I posted about last week.
Simple, right?
NOT!
I figured if we got done by 11:00, we’d still have all night to carouse around and get into trouble, or pick up another couple and have them for a midnight snack.
Trying to find a store opened but not too busy (we would need SOME privacy, after all) turned out to be nearly impossible. We’d find a place, whip out Hubby’s dick and start to hook up when someone would come by and break us up ‒ intentionally or otherwise. We store-hopped all over, and even tried a Fiesta that used to be open 24 huors, but now closed at 11:00. We finally found a store that was a combination gas, mini-mart & fast food that was open, not to busy, and the fast-food section was closed so there was an area with almost no one around. We walked around and “shopped” until it was almost deserted, went back where the beverage coolers are, and went to work. We could have hidden in the closed section, but that would have defeated the whole idea. When the coast was clear, I unzipped Hubby and gave his dick a little shot of lube, just in case, and massaged his dick until it showed signs of life. With the attendant busy, Hubby backed me against the cooler door, slipped his dick between my legs and, as it stiffened, let it rise up to my waiting clit. With Hubby so much taller than me, he had to scooch me up and pin me hard against the cold glass so he could angle himself into me. Once the head and half his shaft pushed into me, he eased up and I slid down on his dick, his hands catching my butt as I lowered onto him, suspending me in mid-air. It definitely wasn’t the sexiest or most physically satisfying position I’ve ever been in, but things were about to get better. Hubby’s dick-lube lasted long enough until my own juices started to flow and keep us wet and slippery as he worked his dick in and out, bouncing my bare butt against the freezing door with a series of thuds and shakes. The girl in the video stripped completely, but even I wasn’t bold enough for that. I pulled my top up and let Hubby lick and nibble my breasts as we fucked, but my top was staying on!
After a few minutes, Hubby started to sink down to his knees until he was squatting on the floor with me on his lap, legs wrapped around him. This gave me the chance to be in control, and I bounced on his dick hard and fast, while he reached around and worked my butt with his fingers. That sent me over the top and I bucked furiously on him as I came. When I leaned back against the glass, I saw him snapping photos with his iPhone. I’d had my fun, but Hubby was still hard as a rock, so I hopped off his lap and we slid around the corner so I could get a good mouthful of him. He stood with his back to the front of the store and I assumed my usual position ‒ on my knees with a dick at my lips. I worked him down deep and sucked for all I was worth, and it only took a minute or two for him to reward my efforts with his tasty cum. It was after 1:00 by then, so we put our clothes back right, grabbed a six-pack, a can of Pringles, and headed to the register. Hubby also bought some lottery tickets (and won $3) and we grabbed a “souvenir” Koozie. Of course, it would have been netter if they had a “I got laid at the **** Mini-Mart in Katy” Koozie. Maybe they will after reviewing the security tape!
Hubby emailed the photos to my FWB and he should be able to clean them up and post them by this weekend. I’ll let you know.
Next up: Sunday’s -Buffet.
Well, Hubby got me good on Sunday. Sunday was a major TV Sports day and he wanted to invite a group of his buddies over for the afternoon. I expected that I was going to be made to be somehow at their disposal, but Hubby really came up with something creative for a change.
He ordered all sorts of snack/finger foods to be delivered along with one of those huge subs. Good! No work for me!
All I had to do, was be the buffet table!
The invite to the guys was for Noon sharp, so at 11:00, I was in the shower with Hubby getting scrubbed, head to foot, and had me shave my pussy super smooth. No sex, though. And I tried! At 11:45, I was lying naked on our dining room table while Hubby arranged the sub around me, and put all the finger foods ON me, covering most of my body. Hors D’ouvres from pussy to neck, Sushi and Sashimi on my arms. Mustard on one breast, mayo on the other, and a pussy covered with guacamole to go with the bowl of chips between my legs. My legs themselves were reserved for desserts like mini bites of Tres Leches, non-alcoholic Jello shots (the only thing Hubby actually made himself), dabs of vanilla and chocolate mousse, and some brushed-on chocolate topping that hardened on contact with sliced strawberries imbedded in it.
The door bell rang at 12:00 as advertised and Hubby cautioned me not to move till all the food was gone. Right! Easy for HIM to say!
Apparently, Hubby told them all that I was going to be serving the food naked, but he didn’t tell them it’d be ON me! The look in the guys’ eyes of sheer sex and food hunger was funny, satisfying, and a bit scary all at the same time.
I heard him give the guys the food rules. The “buffet” would open at 12:30 (15 more minutes); there were no rules about the sandwich pieces, but everything on my body had to be eaten without utensils OR fingers! Anything on my body had to be licked or bitten off or otherwise eaten by mouth only! Also, NO legs-dessert until all the regular foods were gone.
WooHoo! I was REALLY going to get the best of THIS deal!
Actually, the only exception was the guac that they could scoop up with the chips OR lick off me. And they could dip their sandwich bread into my mustard and mayo boobs (or lick it off).
Squeezie bottles of chocolate, raspberry, and caramel syrup and an iced bowl of whipped cream completed the table setting and had to be used only to be put ON me before being eaten back off.
The other rule was that until ALL the food was eaten off me, that’s all they could do with me. But once the food was completely gone, so were the rules. I was theirs to do with as they pleased, as long as we could do it while I was still ON THE TABLE! I hoped the table could take the weight of four people! LOL!
Party favors included a bowl of various types and sizes of condoms for “after lunch” (PLEASE someone need the Magnums!), and Hubby’s complete assortment of vibes and dildos ‒ including a few new ones he bought just for the occasion.
At 12:29.59 the natives were getting restless and chomping at the bit to start chomping on me.
At 12:30.01 I felt like I was in a shark tank!
A couple of guys tried to act “cool” and grab a plate and go for sandwiches and chips first, but I could tell they were exploding inside to get their mouths on me. Needless to say, I was 90% “eaten” before the sandwiches all got taken, and I was giggling from the tickle of the mouths, tongues (which they all used a LOT!) and a few mustaches and beards. All that was left was some desserts, as a few guys broke that rule and went for the Tres Leches and painted on chocolate strawberries early.
At one point, my giggling got replaced by deep sighs as Mike finished off all the guac from my pussy and flicked his tongue all around (and slightly IN) to make sure my freshly-shaved pussy was completely cleaned off! I was ready for Hubby to replace it for another lick-off, but it was all gone. DAMN!
What I REALLY couldn’t believe, was that after gorging on my flesh-food, they actually went in AND WATCHED TV!!!
HEY!
WHAT ABOUT THE HORNY IN THE DINING ROOM?!?!?!?!
A few guys made another round of desserts and eventually I was nothing but skin and sticky syrup, and ready for MY dessert!
When I was sufficiently licked clean, Hubby passed around the bowl of condoms and announced that the “buffet” was closed and the slut (my words ‒ Hubby’s too nice) was OPEN!
Two guys took him up on it instantly, and tried to work out the positioning, keeping me on the table. It worked out with me across the table, me enjoying my own mouthful of dick-wich while Mike - who licked my pussy guacamole-free in the first place ‒ found it now with his nice, hard dick and cleaned out my insides too.
What I needed was a slut-sized Lazy Susan, so they could spin me around to all the different dicks that eventually lined all the edges of the table. I gave them a good show-and-fuck both face-up and butt-up and the afternoon went much more quickly than I thought it would. All of a sudden, I realized that the only one I didn’t have all day was Hubby!
What the fuck?!?!
I called him in and asked why he didn’t want to fuck me too, and he said he was just waiting until all his guests had their “fill”, and then he was going to give me a fucking to remember.
Now, that’s better! That’s what I wanted to hear!
I couldn’t hardly wait for the guys to leave, so I could attack my Hubby and show him how much I appreciated his creativity. When the last guy was fed, fucked, and gone, Hubby came in to the dining room naked, carrying a box of goodies, with his dick pointing towards the chandelier.
He pushed the table aside and we got down on the floor and checked out the box. It was full of all sorts of OTHER food stuff and Hubby said it was now OUR turn to have each other for dinner.
For joy! For joy!
We spent the rest of the evening, and into the night, smearing each other with all sorts of goodies and then licking each other clean. His dick tasted sooooooooooooo damn good covered in so many different flavors, like a sexual Baskin Robbins, that it was hard (no pun intended) to let him move it from my throat to my pussy, but he damn sure made it worth my wait! We rolled around the dinning room floor, covered in just about everything edible, fucking like rabbits until we were so stuck together in goop that we almost couldn’t pull apart after cumming in a candy-coated mound of ecstasy.
Good thing we never changed from tile floors to wood in the Dining Room!
Our shower to end the night was the best shower I’ve ever taken, and Hubby was right, he did give me a fucking ‒ and a day ‒ to remember!
I luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv my man!!!
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