Camping with Geeks
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom
Sitting in the front passenger seat, her supple, curvy body was half turned around toward the back seat, her blouse gapping strategically open, allowing the boys in the back seat a wonderful view of the upper half of her delectable breast. They could not quite see her nipple, but they could definitely detect the beginnings of the pinkness that surrounded it. All three of them had an aching erection that they tried to hide by placing something strategically on their lap.
Her smile was infectious. Her subtle humor was distracting. Distracting in the sense that she kept looking at each of them, so her eyes passing from one to the other of theirs was keeping them from staring unabashedly at that delicious enthralling penumbra of pure enchantment that they all had dancing in their virgin minds.
Virgins. Yes, virgins. Seems like good looking women just didn’t like to get involved with geeks. In fact, NO women seemed to like the geekies. And these three were definitely geeks. The funniest joke all day, in THEIR opinion of course, was “What happens when Mr. Binary meets Ms Hex?” The answer of course was something akin to “64 bit Windows”. Whatever that meant! Lieza had no clue. It was so far over her head that she just smiled impishly and allowed her right shoulder to dip strategically forward a bit further, giving the boy sitting in the rear left most seat a fleeting glimpse of her protruding pink nipple.
The boy groaned softly, barely remembering to keep his geeky erection hidden. His virgin geek cock wanted a piece of her so bad he would have gladly recited the alphabet in binary to just kiss her casabas once. Hell, just to kiss her coy, impish lips would be worth that!
Yes, Roland wanted in the worst way to get his stiff geek meat out and beat off like he did every night and every morning in his parents bathroom. He has never been this close to a gorgeous, sexy woman as he was right now. He watched intently trying to see her nipple again.
She caught him staring and giggled when he blushed bright red.
After another half hour of showing off her chest to the guys, she put her seat-back down and curled up. The guys in the back seat could now see the enviable view of her chi-chis as they to spilled enticingly toward their bug-eyed stares. Every bounce and jolt of the car caused her mammaries to wiggle seductively, invitingly before their gawking eyes. All three of them kept licking their lips, their bonors pulsing in their rumpled khaki pants, their chests heaving in labored breathing. All of them were fantasizing what it would be like to fuck her till she screamed for mercy. They were all certain they could meet her needs, sure they could cock that juicy cunt of hers full of their geek cum till she was satisfied and fully theirs to fuck every night and every morning and every noon and . . . . . .
“So you guys want to look at with her naked tits while she sleeps?” Daryll glanced back over his shoulder briefly as he steered the car expertly down the road. His sneer of superiority was lost on them.
“No SHIT!? We can look at your cousin’s tits?” This was more than their boyish immature minds could comprehend. They were all in their last few years of college, but never in their lives had they had any chance to so clearly see a woman’s sexy tits. Women didn’t like geeks! Their bodies and birthdays counted them as men, but their sexual experience still demanded they be classified as boys.
Daryl chuckled and glanced back again at the three geeks in the back seat. “Sure, just wait until she gives a little snork like sound, and after that, I will lift up her blouse and you can all stare at her titties! After she makes that snork sound, you know she is deep asleep and won’t know what we are doing. My brothers and me used to do that to her a lot when we were growing up. I looked at her titties almost every night when she would come over to stay all night with us as kids.”
Just then the perfectly formed woman did indeed let out a “Snork!” and then began to breathe deeply.
Daryll reached over and pulled her blouse away from the curves of her body. All three guys in the back seat bumped their heads against each other as they suddenly sat forward to peer voyeuristically down the blouse of the gorgeous, perfectly shaped sleeping woman.
And there they were, for all the boys to stare at, her melons softly jiggling as the car rolled along the dirt road toward the camp ground they were headed to.
None of the three even tried to hide their cock-tenting erections any more. Their hands were caressing their khaki covered dicks as they stared at her creamy perfections, so round, so perfectly smooth, such beautiful pinkness around her nipples. And those NIPPLES! My GOD they were enticing!
Greg’s lips were drawn apart in a sleazy grimace. The spit in his mouth was now so copious he had to keep wiping his mouth to keep his drool from running down his chin.
Larry wanted to unzip his pants and slip his hand inside and caress his prick skin. Instead he simply gathered is cock into his hand and moved the fabric up and down his shaft.
Roland was the only one that took matters into his own hands. He simply unzipped and pulled his rod out and began to masturbate openly. He pulled his balls through his zipper opening and coddled them as he stroked his cock up and down, his eyes locked on Lieza’s large softly vibrating breasts. In his mind he was naked with her, his hands and mouth devouring her body, his cock already stuffed inside her, rocking her world like no man had ever rocked her before. In his mind he watched her begin to beg for him to fuck her harder. Unable to hold himself back, his cock began to fire cum spurts, spotting his shirt and trousers with his own cream.
Greg watched the other two toying guys with themselves, too shy to do anything like what Roland had just done. But he could smell their sperm now. It smelled so differently than his own familiar smell. Much more gamey, more wild.
Suddenly Larry stiffened and groaned. His hand seemed to move furiously, then suddenly a wet spot began to grow at the apex of the tent in his pants. Larry groaned softly and held his body stiff as he convulsed slightly.
“So you guys all done cumming from watching Liez’s tits then?” Daryll laughed. It turned out to be a more self conscious laugh than he had intended. To cover his vulnerability, he put his hand right on her tit and began to caress her wonderfully sexy pulchritude.
“Oh god damn son of a bitch,” moaned Roland. “Shit I wish I could touch her titties like that!
Daryll grinned, then said “Well guys, I tell ya what, tonight after we hit the sack, lets see what other things we can do tonight after she snorks! Know what? I member one time my oldest brother actually fucked her cunt while she slept. Maybe we can do that tonight after she is out.”
Greg suddenly felt his stiff cock lurch and then sperm he had been trying to contain begin to spurt spontaneously out of his balls, wetting his underwear, and then soaking through his khakis. “SHIT!” he muttered under his breath.
Daryll suddenly reached down and pulled the front of Lieza’s short skirt up around her waist. And there before their very eyes, the geeks feasted on a real woman’s mature, naked, shaved cunt lips! “Want some of this boys? Want some of this cunt?”
Camping with Geeks Part Two
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom
Daryll let the horny young men in the back seat stare at Lieza’s bald cunt and jiggling tits for most of the rest of the drive to the campground. Once he stuck his fingers up inside her pussy and then let the guys smell his still wetted fingers. Once again their heads had collided as they all three tried to smell her scent at the same time.
Then, when they were about ten miles from the campground, the delectable sleeping woman had emitted another sharp, sudden “Snork!” and started to stir.
Daryll had immediately smoothed her skirt down and then pulled her tight stretchy blouse up from under her breasts where it had been riding as the other young men stared at her shimmering wiggling naked titties. Somehow her nipples had stayed hard, erect as a 45 caliber bullet through the whole car ride.
All three guys in the back seat sat back with a groan. All three were hard again, envying Daryll’s be able to touch her in so sexual a manner. When Lieza sat up and rubbed her eyes, they all self consciously recovered their tenting penises. They all wondered if they would indeed touch their first cunt tonight, their first female breasts. GOD! And THOSE tits might be the first ones! They all furtively glanced at her shape again as she turned to survey the camp site.
“OH LOOK! Let’s camp at that one! It is right next to the lake and look at the view! Oh let’s camp there! We can all go skinny dipping to wash up and refresh!”
The sudden prurient visions in their mind were those of being given the chance to skinny dip with a woman that tits like THAT!
As the car pulled to a stop in the camp site, she sprang from the car and ran toward the water. As she ran she stripped off her blouse and then, at water’s edge, pulled her little mini skirt down and plunged headlong into the blue still water shrieking in hilarious gaiety.
‘OH MY GOD!’ was all the men could think as they watched her nubile body moving in all its feminine swiggling glory, suddenly petrified to remove their own clothes, she might see their cocks and laugh at them, after all.
Then, as if in slow motion, Roland said “Fuck it all!” and ran toward the beach, removing shoes and clothes in a stream of hopping, straddling, waddling wanderings, his clothes strewn in a zigzag line of growing lust.
The other men could see his cock waggling and flopping up against his belly as he splashed toward Lieza.
Lieza stood up, facing him, her incredible body shiny in its glorious naked wetness. She dashed toward him and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. As the cavorting couple twisted and fell into the water, the other men could see his hard cock pressed up against her pussy and asshole.
“OH MY FUCKING . . . . . “ Larry tore his clothes off and followed Roland into the water hoping to feel his own cock pressed against such an incredible body as hers. He was not disappointed when Lieza stood back up and flung herself onto him as well. Her firm flat stomach and pussy captured his cock and held it tight against her stomach as they too twisted into the water in a huge happy splash.
Greg stood there watching, wondering what would happen if he ever found the courage to act so impulsively. Impulsiveness is not a trait geeks allow to surface easily. But there were his class mates, naked, in the water with the most beautiful and shapely woman he had ever seen. And she was rewarding them for their impulsiveness by allowing them to touch that incredible body, touch her, and hold her, and let their pricks press against her cunt!
GOD!
What if she laughed at his cock?
Daryll, kneeling on one knee, was watching him. Greg fidgeted, nervous, embarrassed he was too chicken to doff his clothes and be naked with that incredibly sensual woman. Naked woman. Gorgeous big titted bald cunted delectable sexy woman. GOD! He hated his paralyzing fear. But no matter how much he willed himself to move, he stood there rooted to his footprints.
Daryll finally laughed and stood up, then strode off to set up camp.
Greg decided to go help Daryll rather than face his stupid childish fears and go skinny dipping with the woman that he was now certain he would love for the entire rest of his life.
Daryll cooked steaks over the open fire for them all. He had the knack of getting them just the right amount of doneness.
After dinner, Greg found himself standing next to Lieza as they did the wash-up and clean-up. She was constantly rubbing against him as they stood at the dishpan full of soapy water. She kept asking him questions, which made him stutter as he tried to answer. His cock was hard the whole time they were working together.
Finally the dishes and cooking utensils were clean and put away. Greg instantly missed being close to her as she padded over and sat next to Daryll. She put her cheek on Daryll’s thigh and smiled at them all as they chattered on and on about geek stuff.
They all intensely watched her arm and hand as she wrapped it under Daryll’s thigh. Her hand reappeared on his upper thigh. It looked like her arm was against his cock as she snuggled contentedly against his leg. Daryll squirmed a bit as her wrist moved slightly back and forth.
Suddenly she unwrapped her arm from around his thigh, stood up, pulled her top over her head, and asked if they all wanted to go skinny dipping again. Her breasts were so starkly, beautifully revealed in the firelight that the men just sat there, their mouths hanging open, and stared at her utter perfection. She bent down and slipped her thumbs under the waist band of her skirt and lowered it as the men held their breath. She slowly, modestly stood back up, her shoulders back, her flat well-muscled stomach sharply defined in the dancing light of the fire. She slowly turned back and forth so they could all see her profile and shape.
Her body was obviously on display to anyone watching from around the campground, She stood there looking from each young man’s strained face to the next. Finally she walked deliberately to the lake, her ass swaying back and forth, and waded in. The men watched her perfect shape disappear under the moonlit water.
Suddenly Roland leapt to his feet and stripped off his bathing suit, then his shirt, and splashed in after her. Larry went right after him. Laughing delightedly, Lieza met them at the water’s edge and again wrapped her arms and legs around both of them. Greg could see their hands on her sexy firm swaying breasts as they again toppled in a three-way tryst into the water. Shrieks and laughs wafted over the water to Daryll and Greg as they sat there.
Daryl was watching Greg again as Greg stared at the threesome in the moonlit lake. It made Greg very nervous to be watched by someone. He could feel his face burning in shame. What the hell was he doing sitting here by the fire, when the most gorgeous sexy woman in the world was in the lake naked wishing he would join her? What the hell indeed!
“So, guys, if one of you guys will put your hand on one of the other guys’ cock and stroke it till he comes, I will let you put the head of your cock in my pussy!” Lieza looked hopefully from face to face. She was still naked as a jay-bird after getting out of the water. She had allowed her towel to fall away from those incredible tits of hers as she combed her hair. The men were so busy staring that it took a few seconds to register what she had said.
“No SHIT!!!!!!!!??” Roland mumbled.
“Yeah, honest, I will let the head of your cock stay in my pussy for a whole minute. But the guy has to cum from you jacking him off!” Again she looked from scared and nervous boyish face to scared and nervous boyish face.
No instant takers this time either, so she spread her legs and with one hand separated her pussy lips as the guys stared. “See, this is my pussy guys. Watch my fingers go where your cock head will go if you jack off one of the other guys!” She started to insert her fingers deep into her pinkness. Her breasts moved decadently aside as her bicep pressed against their firmness as she finger fucked her cunt in full view of anyone looking their way.
“OH MY GOD!” moaned Roland. “Dude, get your fucking cock out of your pants, I am going to stick my cock up her snatch! Get it out man! NOW!” Roland crawled over in front of Greg and started to wrestle his pants open. Greg was so taken aback that he just sat there, frozen, and watched his own pants be unzipped and a hand dive into his private part. Suddenly his cock was naked and a warm hand was stroking his cock in full view of his lady love. He watched her face as her eyes stared at his cock being wanked by another man. His lady love licked her lips sensually, her eyes glued on his pulsing prick, as he suddenly felt his cum starting to boil in his balls.
He was vaguely aware that he was doing something that he would be ashamed of himself for in a few minutes. But seeing the love of his entire life staring straight at his sex organ totally overcame his resistance. He began to grunt. Then he involuntarily bridged up on his hands and his feet and shot cum streak after cum streak of white sperm high into the air. His hips were pumping up and down and his cock was jerking with each ass wrenching shot of wetness was hurled into the air.
Roland kept stroking his cock even after Greg had stopped shooting cum. The men all watched as Greg’s last liquids ran over Roland’s fingers still stroking his softening cock shaft.
Thrilled, Lieza watched the display with wide delighted eyes. This was going to be easier than she had ever thought it was going to be!
She stood and went over to Roland, whose hand was still gripping Greg’s cock, the cum still covering his fingers as his eyes stared at his geek friend’s softening penis. ‘God, what did I just do?’ Roland asked himself.
Then he felt Lieza’s soft seductive fingers on his own stiff cock and forgot totally about what he had just done. She pulled his shorts down and took his rigid cock shaft in her soft sweet hands.
“Lie back baby! I’ll get on top of you and do all the work, OK?” And she did. The boys watched as their friend’s cock head disappeared inside the sexiest body they had seen, even sexier that in the Playboys and Penthouses they had lustfully read in shame when they found their father’s stash.
It was like watching Kim Bassinger fucking their best friend in real life! My god what a bod!
And there Roland’s cock was, stiff, hard, and being swirled around in that incredible body!
Lieza moved her hips horizontally in a circle as she watched Roland’s face as he stared at her plundered cunt lips, her bald, hairless, and perfectly formed cunt. A real cock fucking a real live cunt right there in front of them, in real life, a real woman, a real cock, and it was their friend’s cock, fucking the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in real life.
After what seemed like only a few seconds, Lieza stood up and proclaimed she was really horny now! “Who else wants their cock inside my pussy?”
Everyone’s hand went in the air, even Greg’s.
Lieza looked at Greg. “You sure?” she asked him? Greg nodded, his faltering eyes unable to meet hers.
Lieza looked at Daryl and told him to get his cock out. Daryll complied, his face flushing bright red, visible even in the orange glow of the fire.
“Now go over there and fuck Greg’s face honey!” Liez was looking straight into Daryll’s eyes as she spoke. Daryll flushed bright red again, then got up and went over to Greg.
“Suck it man. Suck my cock like you’re a faggot!” Daryll’s red contorted face showed he was not a happy camper.
He thrust his cock into Greg’s upturned open mouth and again ordered him “Suck me off asshole!”
Greg’s hands slowly rose to hold the hard prick that was impaling his face. His mouth closed around the cock that was somehow suddenly in his mouth. His eyes sought Lieza’s face, as if to say ‘I am doing this for you, my darling sweet love!’
Liez squatted beside him, putting her naked breasts against his cheeks as he sucked the cock in his mouth.
Her sweet loving hand descended to his still soft penis. She softly ran her fingers up and down his shaft, watching his cheeks fill and hollow as he sucked Daryl’s stiff cock as it filled and emptied his suckling orifice.
Daryll began to grunt as he rammed his cock in and out of Greg’s mouth cunt. OH FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD! DAMN! Getting a fucking blowjob in front of my . . . . . my . . . .. oh GOD!” and he began to ejaculated inside Greg’s gobbling voraciously sucking mouth.
Greg was totally unprepared for the sperm that was squirting inside his mouth. He simply stopped doing anything except gulp cum. Thank god Daryll’s cum was not plenteous, allowing Greg to swallow it all without gagging.
Daryll stood there, his knees weak and wobbly from cumming for the first time in another man’s mouth. In ANY mouth, for that matter. He swayed back and forth as a frantic Lieza pushed Greg back on his elbows, then mounted his stomach, using her own hand to guide the head of his cock into her wet needy gash. She sank onto his cock in one long slide of pent up lust. Her eyelids began to flutter and her eyes passed into the back of her head.
She began to bounce on Greg’s cock as her face shone like an angel’s in the firelight. Larry watched her transform into a frantic angel of lust. Her belly rose and fell on the prick inside her, her mouth in an open “O” of ecstatic fulfillment.
She rode Greg like a bucking horse at a rodeo. Greg, unprepared for the incredible sensations of a woman’s cunt pulsing and squeezing his cock, could not last, and began to shoot sperm into Liez’s randy squeezing suckling cunt.
A low growl of lust escaped Lieza’s mouth as she raised her head to howl in animalistic lust at the full moon overhead. Her orgasm shook her to her core. Her pussy began to flood in wet eruptions of female spurtings. She finally collapsed onto Greg’s chest, her body heaving for breath.
Greg’s arms gave out and he collapsed onto his back in the dirt of the camp ground.
Their bodies stayed bonded until Lieza, many moments later, finally regained consciousness.
She smiled softly, then looking up at Daryll, murmured, “Thank you sweetheart! I love you baby!”
Camping with Geeks Part Three
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom
Daryll looked at Lieza and wondered if he had heard her correctly. There she lay, sprawled naked over another man, a geek at that, his cock still plugged into her pulsing snatch, his fresh hot cum beginning to run out of her newly serviced vagina.
And she had said ‘I love you?’ To him?
What the HELL!
But GOD what a body she had!
The first time he had ever laid eyes on her she had been dirty dancing with about three men in the middle of a crowded dance floor. The men’s hands had been all over that incredible body of hers.
Cousin. That had been his face saving way of not having to admit to the three geeks that he was head over heels in love with that gorgeous slut from the first time he saw her. No, she wasn’t a cousin. Anything but!
At the dance that night she had wryly watched his eyes watch her getting groped and fondled by man after man.
He had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her to dance.
Incredibly nervous, he had walked over to the booth she had been sitting at and had found her sucking blissfully on a man’s cock. She had looked up at him, her mouth still voraciously sucking, her face soft in its intense sexual arousal. She had not even blushed as she sort of smiled around the cock shaft in her mouth.
Daryll’s own cock had lurched to stiffness as he stood there, not believing what he was looking at. There she was, in public, in view of half the fricking bar, the woman that somehow had his heart in her hand, sucking another man’s cock!
In his roiling mind, it had been a coin toss whether he followed his instincts and stomped off in a huff, or he took her home and fucked her till dawn. His first piece of pussy! Yes, it turned out that his cock had been in control that night. He had stood there politely, hard as nails, watching, until the man had tossed his cum into her delighted throat, then, after she had swallowed and smiled and sloppily kissed the asshole she had given the blow job to, Daryll had asked her to dance.
And they had danced every remaining dance together that night. And Daryll had enjoyed himself more than he had ever enjoyed himself before. Her flashing eyes, her smile, her incredible body, and the fact she could be a stand in double for Kim Bassinger, soon had him eating out of her hand.
During the band’s last break, she had taken him outside, and they had talked. Oh, Daryll had thought he was going to get to fuck her, but no, she had other things in mind. Talking.
Talking about her feelings. Talking about whether he liked her. Talking!
And then she had lowered the boom.
She told him that she liked him too much to allow him to fuck her tonight. Or any night until she was certain in her heart of hearts that he would be OK with her still being the proud uninhibited slut she was, and intended to be for the rest of her life.
So she had ended the evening by telling him to find three guys to take camping this weekend, and to invite them to ride along with them. And she told him flat out, that she was going to fuck them right in front of him, and enjoy them sexually, and watch him closely to see if he could handle it. See if he could handle her unashamed sexuality.
And so he had found three geeks, hoping against hope that she would find them so repulsive that she would not fuck them.
‘Fat chance’ Daryll reflected as he sat there watching the shy geek’s cum run out of his loved one’s sweet slutty cunt.
A little later, she had again invited the men to go skinny dipping with her. All three geeks were instantly heading for the silvery blue water, the moonlit lake, and rushed to fondle her voluptuous body, and finger fucking her randy cunt, and kissing her sweet pouty lips as they pushed and shoved and groped and romped. Lieza obviously adored every touch and fondle of it.
Daryll stood there wondering if he would ever get to fuck this woman, his girlfriend. Well. At least he THOUGHT of her as his girlfriend. He hoped she would end up being his girlfriend.
But then she had mouthed the words he suddenly realized that he so desperately wanted to hear. “I love you.” My god, did she? Did she really mean to say that? Did she really say that? Did she? He was as hard as a billy goat in mating season, surrounded by a hundred nanny goats in heat.
Had she really said those words to him? Or did he just want to hear it so much that he had interpreted her mouthings as saying that?
Daryll blinked and realized that all four of them, Lieza and the geeks, were staggering back up the beach, a geek on both sides of her and one behind her, all three horny fools trying their best to stick their fingers inside her pussy. And grope her swaying breasts. She was walking bow-legged so they would have a better chance to impale her cunt with their eager inexperienced fingers.
Daryll heard her tell them “Anyone that will suck another man off and swallow his cum can fuck me tonight.”
Daryll wondered if she had meant that he could fuck her if he sucked off another man
OH GOD! . . . . . . . . To have to suck a geek’s cock! YUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!
It was bad enough to think about sucking a virile man’s cock, but to suck off a geek?? OH GOD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
The foursome had no more than gotten back by the fire than Greg slammed to his knees in front of Larry and tired to suck his penis into his mouth. Larry tried to push him away, preferring of course to fuck Lieza rather than get his cock sucked dry of cum by Greg.
Roland was on his knees trying to capture Greg’s cock in his mouth. All three men were bound and determined to have sex with the woman of their fantasies and dreams. They began to compete with each other to get the other man’s cocks into their mouth. Fucking Lieza was worth any price, in their minds.
Lieza backed up, watching the increasingly competitive melee to suck the other men’s cocks with a silly grin on her face.
She her naked body bumped into Daryll. She looked up at him over her shoulder and smiled at him. She pressed her naked buttocks against his bulge, then kissed him under his chin. “God this is fun baby! Thanks for finding these men for me to fuck baby!”
Daryll realized that he had been hoping against hope all along that she would stop. That her bluff would be called and she would not fuck the geeks. He now saw with blinding clarity that he had been wrong. She would definitely fuck these guys and want him to watch. Hell, she wanted him to learn to suck cock!
She turned to look him in the face. “How are you doing with watching me be horn-dog randy self honey?” She kissed him softly her hand behind his head as she lingered at his mouth. He felt a swift sensual wet swipe of her tongue on his lower lip. He could not stop himself. He grasped her nakedness in his arms and held her naked body fiercely to his chest.
She began to move her hips rhythmically, repeatedly pressing her vulva against his bulge. “Are you going to suck off one of them so that you can fuck me too, baby?”
There! She had said it! He could fuck her tonight. All he had to do was suck off one of the geeks.
ALL!!!!!!!!??????????????
SHIT!
Daryll’s eyes began to focus on the cocks of the geeks. He had never really looked at them till then. Greg had a long thin, very white one. Roland had an average prick in both length and girth, Daryll realized, and it had a dark hew to it.
But Larry. Larry’s cock was certainly something! It was about four inches long as it bounced up and down as the geek tried desperately to suck another man’s cock. But my GOD was it thick! It looked like a rollicking red coke can as it bounced and wiggled back and forth!
The three geeks were now on the dusty ground, rolling around trying to get their mouths on a cock, any cock. They were lust crazed horniacks now.
“HEY! . . . . GUYS!!!!” Lieza shouted at them. She continued in a softer tone. “I’m woman enough to take you all on. I’ve got enough pussy to go around guys! Take it easy. Now get up and go wash off and come back here and I will tell who to suck off who! Capisce!??”
The guys stopped their frantic motions and just laid there, breathing hard, their erect pricks still lying up along their bellies like blonde German sausages of various sizes and lengths.
They slowly got up and headed for the lake. When they were gone, Lieza looked at Daryll and asked “Which one do you NOT want to suck off baby?”
Daryll could not believe he would have to choose something like that.
He tried to visualize the various men’s penises and could think of only one, that thick short one of Larry’s.
“Larry’s I guess,” he replied, barely loud enough to be heard. He was instantly aware that he had just agreed to suck a man’s cock off right in front of his beloved. His face burned in his overwhelming shame.
Liez took his hand and pressed his fingers into her pussy as she spread her thighs invitingly, thrusting her cunt forward into his hand. “That is your reward baby. Get him to cum in your sweet mouth as I watch. I will play with your cock the whole time, OK?”
Daryll could feel his head nod involuntarily as his fingers touched her pussy. She was really wet! He was REALLY hard.
Camping with Geeks Part Four
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom
As Daryll and Lieza watched the geek team walk back from the moonlight-bathed water, their geeky eager cocks swelling back to the horizontal positions after being in the cool water, Lieza chuckled and said “Honey, after he cums in your mouth, give me a really sexy wet sloppy French kiss, OK? I just LOVE the taste of cummies.”
Her impatient hand caressed his cock through his trousers as the three rather emotionally immature men approached. The men shuffled to a standstill directly in front of Lieza, not really certain about what would happen next, waiting expectantly, their eyes caressing her nakedness, their cocks pulsing in delight at her visual attentions.
Daryll watched her reach out with both hands and caress two of the three cocks before her. Greg and Roland moaned in unison.
“Let’s see . . . . . . who should suck who? Let me think about this for a minute.” She continued to caress the pulsing cocks in her hands as she pursed her lips, staring at Larry’s thick cock.
For a few more breathless moments she caressed their penises while ever so gently running her thumbs over their glans. Suddenly she said “Daryll, I think you should give Larry a blow job first.”
She reached over and unzipped, unbuckled, and freed Daryll’s cock from his clothing. “Step out of your clothes baby, show us your lovely pee-pee!”
Daryll blushed brightly as his very normal sized cock bounced into view. Oh god, he had told her which penis he did NOT want to suck, and she had then decided to make him face his fears and suck that very cock. Daryll looked at the fat dick, seeing it as if for the first time. God was it thick! The head was thick too. Plump, and red and angry, and probably loaded full of hot sticky gooey, icky cum.
Daryll continued to stare at the fat cock. Suddenly Lieza’s hand was holding its considerable heft, her hand massaging it like she owned it, or wanted to. She turned her head, staring intently into his eyes. It seemed to grow even larger in her hand until it seemed a foot across and ten inches long.
Daryll was certain he could NEVER get that thing into his mouth. God what a fat cock! But, mesmerized, and head over heels in love with the sexy woman holding it like a fat short cigar, Daryll reluctantly knelt in front of the geek and tentatively opened his mouth. It didn’t seem to smell bad, just a faintly musty aroma.
His recalcitrant tongue was more eager to taste it than he was. Daryll’s tongue flicked out and gently swabbed the tip of the fat cock.
As he did so, he felt Lieza’s hand on his own cock, encircling his inferior girth, and then slowly, gently stroking up and down his steely shaft. The incredibly sensual sensation distracted Daryll for a few seconds.
When his attention returned to Larry’s prick, he realized the fat tip was against his lips.
“Open your mouth baby! Take the head of his fat cock into your sexy mouth and suck it honey!” He could feel Lieza’s soft breath on his ears and neck. She was so close! He could feel her hard nipple rubbing on his tricep. She was so close to him! Her eyes were so fixated on the fat cock, waiting, watching Daryll decide to open his mouth and swallow another man’s prick into his private chamber, that her moistness began to run in slow dripping rivulets onto Daryll’s naked thigh. She was as close as she could possibly get to him. Daryll could smell her arousal. Her soft experienced hand continued to jack his cock, feeling even better than his own hand felt on it.
The head of the cock felt so unbelievably smooth against his lips. He realized his tongue was licking the tip of the chubby glans was caressing his lips. Larry shoved his hips forward, involuntarily.
Suddenly the head of the fat cock head was ensconced inside Daryll’s lips. He felt Lieza’s hand on the back of his head, pressing insistently against his head. Daryll felt the thick smooth cock head slip further and further into his mouth.
And then it seemed so perfectly natural to suckle on the over thick nipple pressing against his tongue. As his mouth began to suckle, Daryll felt Larry gasp and then jamb his cock deeper into Daryll’s mouth. The tip caromed off the back of his throat and lodged at the entrance to his belly.
Daryll began to gag.
Fearing getting bitten, Larry quickly jerked his cock out of Daryll’s mouth. “Damn! He tried to bite my cock!” complained Larry.
Lieza quickly guided a different cock to Daryll’s mouth. Daryll’s eyes crossed as he watched it glide toward his lips, Lieza’s hand guiding it to his receptive oral cavity. Anything for his baby!
Her voice was soft beside his ear, insistent, even demanding. “Yes baby, go ahead, take that long thin prick into your mouth-cunt honey! Enjoy it honey! Learn to relax and suck cocks for me baby! I want my man to be a reeeeeeally good cocksucker. Do you WANT to be my man baby?”
When Daryl nodded, the cock in her hand suddenly implanted itself into his face. He could feel soft testicles caressing his chin. He could feel pubic hair tickling his nose. He could feel a cock head pressing against the back of his throat. His mouth began to suck on its own accord. His cock, being stroked by Lieza’s soft expert hand coaxed his mental processes to retreat into his instinctual, primal sexual animal. Daryll’s mouth began to caress the cock inside with a soft tenderness he didn’t know he possessed.
His hands rose to coddle the plump full testicles that hung there at his chin like ripe plums. His hands and mouth began to make love to the cock in his mouth. The cock responded with gusto, and was soon vibrating in need of cumming.
Daryll heard Lieza’s voice coaxing the geek to shoot his cum, coaxing him to be a good cocksucker.
And he tried, sucking lovingly. Suddenly the cock was spurting copious wads of sperm onto the back of Daryll’s tongue. Daryll was still swallowing the remnants of salty creamy cum when Lieza pressed another cock against his lips.
Daryll, not wanting to resist any longer, simply opened his mouth and accepted the third cock. He immediately starting to suckle, to make love to the eager, near bursting penis.
Within minutes the last virgin cock was cumming into Daryll’s mouth, just like the previous one. Daryll drank the proffered cum like it was sweet mead honey.
Liez quickly fed Daryll’s puckered, suddenly empty mouth Larry’s thick fat cock again. Daryll didn’t even open his eyes, just continued sucking cocks. His lips stretched around the thick meat like a tiny pussy with a huge cock in it.
Larry began to groan as he attempted to hold his cum a bit longer, enjoying his cock getting succulent oral action, even if it WAS from a man. But Daryll’s quickly educated lips and tongue were too much for him and Larry shot load after sweet load of cum into Daryll’s no longer virgin mouth. Daryll’s mouth worked hard at sucking the last shards of cum out of Larry’s fat but quickly wilting prick.
Lieza, eyes wide, was so aroused that she simply pushed Daryll over on his back and mounted his excited vibrating cock without preamble, sinking down on his rigidness with a loud groan of indescribable pleasure. Her mouth delved into the remains of the cum that the three men had gifted Daryll a few minutes before. Her pussy started milking his prick like a hungry farm maid’s hands milk a cow’s teat, her hips rising and slamming back down on Daryll’s hips as, without apology, her cunt took animalistic pleasure from him.
Within seconds, they both came like attacking banshees.
The geeks just laid there, watching, too spent to move, exhausted from having been sucked dry by Daryll’s voracious mouth. Too depleted to move, all five lovers simply laid there for hours in the warm dancing glow of the fading camp fire.
After a while, the shadows that had watched from beyond the camp fire’s glow tucked their spent cocks back into their trousers and slipped back to their own camp sites, then, totally spent themselves, snuggled into their own cold sleeping bags to dream of visions of a gorgeous curvy woman having her way with four lucky men.
Camping with Geeks Part Five
Copyright 2006 by Lieza Kominski and Deni Wom
Daryll awakened the next morning to the ecstatic sounds of orgasms. Without moving, he opened his to see Liez riding atop of Larry’s thickness. She was moving her hips in a circle as the geek’s hands fondled her perfectly shaped tits in the early morning sunlight. She was just finishing him off, apparently, because he suddenly started humping up into her body and moaning like a love sick dog, his face contorted in agonizing ecstasy. After he collapsed under her, Daryll watched her slip gracefully off of him, then move down and start to suck his cock clean of their mutual secretions.
Then Daryll saw Greg appear out of the shadows of the trees, apparently having just taken his morning leak.
Lieza looked up at his long thin cock, grinning as she decided she needed it inside her ass. “Greg honey, your cock is perfect for pleasuring a woman’s behind baby. But you know what? I think Daryll needs to experience it first! If you’ll ejaculate in Daryll’s bottom with it, cum inside him, I’ll let you enjoy mine later, OK? We may even have a little four-way sex later, what do you think? Don’t you think Daryll would like to watch you three fucking his kissing cousin?” She giggled at the “fabrication” Daryll had fed the men yesterday afternoon on their drive to the camp ground.
The very idea of the beautiful Lieza allowing him to put his cock up inside her mouth-watering curvaceous ass made Greg’s cock spring to full staff. He followed Lieza to Daryll’s sleeping bag, having no choice but to follow her shapely naked butt because she had grabbed his cock, leading him like a horse to a watering hole.
Roland finally managed to sit back up, grinning like a fool, a little cum still running out of his cock from the BJ he had gotten from Larry as a wake up call. He had been dreaming of Lieza’s pussy, his cock buried inside her delicious opening, when he had awakened to find Larry sucking him off, with Liez’s sweet face right there next to his belly as she watched Larry suck his cock while she stroked Larry’s prick.
Remembering that he had to suck a cock to completion in order to fuck that gorgeous body of the wild woman that was enjoying them all, his eyes stared at Greg’s pathetically thin cock. Roland decided that he could probably handle sucking on it if it meant he could fuck Lieza’s nasty pussy. Instinctively, his hand went to his member. He began to toy with his manhood. In awe, his eyes watched Greg being led by his cock toward Daryll, who seemed to still be sleeping, lying on his stomach.
Lieza slowly unzipped the sleeping bag as she delicately handled Greg’s long thin member. She pulled Daryll’s sleeping bag down and then motioned for Greg to kneel. She spread Daryll’s butt cheeks open and told Greg to lick his asshole to make it wet so he could enter him. Meekly, Greg did as he was told. Larry watched the man licking another man’s ass, disgusted by the sight, but also strangely excited. His cock grew in his hand.
Lieza sucked on Greg’s long thin member as Greg licked deeply into Daryll, then guided Greg’s glans to the glistening wet pucker, holding it against the wet opening as she spit on the juncture of Greg’s cock and Daryll’s ass. Daryll didn’t move. Nor did he make any sound. Larry was certain he must still be asleep.
Daryll could not believe that Lieza wanted him to allow that geek to fuck his ass! But what could he do? If he protested, he could lose the love of his life. If he allowed it, he would be forever setting himself up for more ass fuckings.
Daryll delayed his decision by pretending to play like he was asleep so he could always claim he didn’t realize it was happening until it was too late. So as he felt Lieza open his cheeks to the geek, he simply laid there breathing deeply, trying to give the impression he was still asleep.
Then he had felt Greg’s lips and tongue probing at his hole. After the initial shock of the act her realized that it actually felt good! Then he felt the tip of Greg’s tongue begin to probe, trying to enter him. He had heard from his buddies that when they went to the doc for their physical for sports, that if you relax your asshole, it hurts a lot less to be entered. So Daryll mustered all of his courage and thoughts and forced his asshole to relax.
Greg’s tongue slipped inside his asshole! OH GOD! That still felt good! But another man? Licking inside his ass? OH GOD, NO! Then he remembered his glorious session of sex with his beloved Lieza the night before, and how he had sucked all three men’s dicks, how he had swallowed their cum, how he had actually, honestly, . . . . enjoyed it.
Daryll felt his cock growing under his belly.
Greg’s tongue was fully inside his rectum now. Suddenly he felt it withdraw and then recognized the sounds of a cock being sucked. Then the pressure of a cock head against his asshole. He heard someone spit and felt the wetness of the saliva running down his into his asshole.
‘Relax, Daryll, relax your ass! Make Lieza proud of you.’ was all he could think.
The head of the thin prick slid into his asshole a tiny bit. He could faintly feel the ridge around the head of it.
“Wait until my cousin relaxes before you shove in any more, OK Greg?” Daryll could feel Lieza kissing his butt cheeks as Greg waited for her permission to fuck on into Daryll’s asshole.
Incredibly, there had been no pain so far.
“OK, Greg, pull back a bit and I will spit in there again, OK?”
Greg did as commanded and Daryll felt Liez’s spit several times, each attempt landing directly on his slightly opened asshole. Then the warmth of Greg’s cock head returned to his asshole. He felt Greg’s prick enter him again, this time proceeding further. Daryll could not tell how far, but it was definitely inside him.
“Ok baby, wait a bit again so inside his ass can relax some more. . . . . . . .You are doing great honey! God, I can hardly wait to feel you fucking MY ass! . . . . . . . This is SO exciting! I love watching men have sex with each other! It makes me so hot! FUCK! God your cock is absolutely perfect for ass fucking!” Lieza was clearly getting turned on. It made Daryll feel like whatever happened it would be worth it.
Daryll realized his cock was rock hard under his belly.
Lieza continued on excitedly, “OK honey, press slowly on into his asshole! . . . . . Slowly . . . . .slowly. . . . . GOOD! . . . . Easy does it honey! OH GOD! Watching your cock slide up into his asshole is like the BEST! OH FUCK! This is so hot!” Daryll could feel Lieza’s arm started moving rapidly as though she were frigging herself.
Suddenly Daryll felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him. Greg’s cock head had touched something deep inside his ass that sent shivers up his spine. It was like Greg’s prick had slid against the base of his cock or something.
Daryll heard himself moan involuntarily. He didn’t mean to, he wished he hadn’t, but he did. He moaned, and he rocked his hips back to give Greg a better shot at his asshole. He didn’t mean to, it was not deliberate, it was just his involuntary reaction to the cock sliding deep into his rectum. And it was sliding by that magic spot inside him that sent shivers through his whole body.
Lieza giggled. Then Lieza, darling beautiful Lieza, leaned down and kissed his lips. He could smell and taste cum on her lips. But her kiss felt so good. He kissed her back, no longer pretending to be asleep.
“You like having your asshole fucked don’t you baby?” she whispered to him, her lips caressing his ear as she whispered. “You’re my man, my perfect man baby! I love you and I love that you like getting fucked in your asshole, and sucking men off. I love you for it and I love that you did it for me! I love that you get turned on by watching me fuck other men. I do women too baby, and I will share you with my female lovers too!”
Greg could suddenly no longer control himself and began to fuck Daryll’s tight asshole with abandon, slamming his whole prick down his poop chute.
Daryll instinctively raised his ass to give Greg a better angle, then bean to moan uncontrollably each time Greg’s cock head hit that magic spot inside his ass. In a few too short moments, Greg spewed his seed deep inside Daryll’s bottom, grunting with an overwhelming lust he had never before experienced.
Lieza came while Greg came, her fingers frigging herself deep inside her randy cunt, her mouth uttering nasty commands to the two men as she watched and gloried in finding the love of her life, gloried in being with him when he lost his virginity, gloried in him turning into the unrepentant bisexual slut just like she was!
Lieza turned Daryll over after Greg’s wilted cock popped out of Daryll’s opened ass. She motioned frantically for Roland to come over. “Suck him off so you can fuck me Roland! Suck his poor hard needy prick off so he can cum and you can fuck me honey!”
Fantasizing that his cock already inside that sexy nasty woman’s cunt, Roland eagerly did as told, kneeling down and inhaling all of Daryll’s rigid dripping cock into his mouth. In only a few seconds, Daryll bridged up into Roland’s greedy mouth and expended more cum than he had ever shot before deep into Roland’s throat.
Even before Daryll’s cock stopped shooting cum, Lieza pulled Roland over onto her and guided his prick frantically to her cunt, begging for him to fuck her and fuck her good.
Roland could not believe how good it felt to have his cock inside a woman’s silky pussy tunnel. Lieza instantly went rigid with an intense orgasm. Her body was as stiff as a board, her heels locked around Roland’s hips. Roland fucked her for an eternity as he watched the beautiful face of the woman he was deeply smitten with cumming under him. Finally she began to relax. She smiled up at him and coaxed his orgasm.
The virgin Roland obliged with a silent harsh orgasm, his face contorted in ecstatic pleasure.
And that s how Lieza and Daryll became inseparable to this very day.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Trina and Jon Part Four by Hugh Doute and Deni Wom A true story
Hugh and Trina stopped for dinner at a local Marie Callenders restaurant with which they were both familiar. Filling with dread, Trina realized that the owner and some of the employees knew both her, and her husband, well. How would she explain to them that Jon was condoning her being with this man, with her breasts almost naked? Did she want all these people to know that? She dreaded being found out, discovered as to her true intentions with this man.
As she sat there beside Hugh in his car for a few seconds, she felt that new, unfamiliar sensation in her abdomen, the feeling of being mysteriously stimulated by fluttering butterflies. Again her nipples hardened into sensitive points of presence.
Hugh got out of the car and opened Trina’s door for her. Just after she swung her shapely legs out to stand up, she realized that Hugh had surely seen, and two men standing nearby had probably seen, her nakedness under her skirt. An electric shiver ran down her spine, ending with a pulse at her previously anonymous clittie.
She had trouble breathing normally as Hugh guided her toward the front door of the restaurant. She felt a wet droplet land on her right thigh, then a few steps later she noticed that her thighs seemed to glide by each other as she walked.
The fluttering butterflies in her belly seemed to be getting more rowdy.
Hugh requested and received a table near the back of the restaurant. He pulled her chair out for her, and then, just as she was sitting down, raised the back of her dress. Her bare bottom and the lips of her kitty were assaulted by the cold fake leather of the air-conditioned room.
Trina gasped, sucking in her breath, arching her back, her eyes closing as she assimilated what had just happened. She didn’t dare raise up and press her skirt back into place. Nor did she want to feel the sinfully erotic sensation of her bare flesh pressed against the intimate touches of the seat that others had sat upon only minutes before.
Three gentlemen sitting directly across from their table were staring at her perky nipples. Looking down, she could see their peaks lewdly pointing invitingly toward the men. She furtively watched them elbowing each other and nodding toward her. She blushed bright with shame, and a secret excitement.
For the first time in her life, she wished she could brusquely touch herself and command her body to stop feeling these sinful pleasures.
Hugh sat down beside her. He ordered for her, a salad with no croutons, French Dressing, and a cup of French onion soup.
She looked at Hugh oddly, then realized her husband had probably clued Hugh in on what she liked to eat. In her heart of hearts, she thought that she was owed such fealty.
After Hugh had ordered, he looked sternly at her and told her to spread her legs open and give the three men a view of her nakedness. Trina blushed furiously and shook her head “NO!”
Hugh put his hand in his lap. Suddenly a sharp sting shocked her inner thighs. Involuntarily she jerked her thighs apart, her hands frantically searching for what had shocked her vulnerability.
The men’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as they drank in the ethereal vision of the beautiful woman’s naked cunt. Their cocks spontaneously sprang to attention.
Trina slowly calmed down, then suddenly realized her pussy was being caressed by the men’s star-filled, worshiping eyes. She slammed her legs back together.
Hugh chuckled silently as he watched the woman squirm slightly in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that was growing in her nether regions.
After a few minutes, one of the men got up and went to the men’s room. He was gone for only a few minutes. When he came back, he passed closely by the table behind where Trina was seated. He walked slowly trying to be inconspicuous. He peered longingly through the corner of his eyes, hoping for a glimpse of the beautiful sexy woman’s obviously erect nipples that lounged behind the gaping blouse she wore so self consciously.
Suddenly his eyes widened, and his mouth formed into an “O”. Everyone except Trina could see him staring at her exposed breasts, all the way down to the ruby red surrounding her nipples that graced the delectable tips of her firm perfect orbs.
Trina’s subconscious slowly realized that her body was again being worshiped. She glanced back over her shoulder for a fraction of a second, just long enough to see the man staring open mouthed at her breasts.
Trina, blushing, pretended not to notice. Instead she shrugged slightly, allowing the blouse to loosen further, and her beauty to be fully exposed. She could feel the wetness flooding her channel. She shivered with lewd excitement, and decided she liked the feeling.
As she sat there beside Hugh in his car for a few seconds, she felt that new, unfamiliar sensation in her abdomen, the feeling of being mysteriously stimulated by fluttering butterflies. Again her nipples hardened into sensitive points of presence.
Hugh got out of the car and opened Trina’s door for her. Just after she swung her shapely legs out to stand up, she realized that Hugh had surely seen, and two men standing nearby had probably seen, her nakedness under her skirt. An electric shiver ran down her spine, ending with a pulse at her previously anonymous clittie.
She had trouble breathing normally as Hugh guided her toward the front door of the restaurant. She felt a wet droplet land on her right thigh, then a few steps later she noticed that her thighs seemed to glide by each other as she walked.
The fluttering butterflies in her belly seemed to be getting more rowdy.
Hugh requested and received a table near the back of the restaurant. He pulled her chair out for her, and then, just as she was sitting down, raised the back of her dress. Her bare bottom and the lips of her kitty were assaulted by the cold fake leather of the air-conditioned room.
Trina gasped, sucking in her breath, arching her back, her eyes closing as she assimilated what had just happened. She didn’t dare raise up and press her skirt back into place. Nor did she want to feel the sinfully erotic sensation of her bare flesh pressed against the intimate touches of the seat that others had sat upon only minutes before.
Three gentlemen sitting directly across from their table were staring at her perky nipples. Looking down, she could see their peaks lewdly pointing invitingly toward the men. She furtively watched them elbowing each other and nodding toward her. She blushed bright with shame, and a secret excitement.
For the first time in her life, she wished she could brusquely touch herself and command her body to stop feeling these sinful pleasures.
Hugh sat down beside her. He ordered for her, a salad with no croutons, French Dressing, and a cup of French onion soup.
She looked at Hugh oddly, then realized her husband had probably clued Hugh in on what she liked to eat. In her heart of hearts, she thought that she was owed such fealty.
After Hugh had ordered, he looked sternly at her and told her to spread her legs open and give the three men a view of her nakedness. Trina blushed furiously and shook her head “NO!”
Hugh put his hand in his lap. Suddenly a sharp sting shocked her inner thighs. Involuntarily she jerked her thighs apart, her hands frantically searching for what had shocked her vulnerability.
The men’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as they drank in the ethereal vision of the beautiful woman’s naked cunt. Their cocks spontaneously sprang to attention.
Trina slowly calmed down, then suddenly realized her pussy was being caressed by the men’s star-filled, worshiping eyes. She slammed her legs back together.
Hugh chuckled silently as he watched the woman squirm slightly in her seat, trying to scratch the itch that was growing in her nether regions.
After a few minutes, one of the men got up and went to the men’s room. He was gone for only a few minutes. When he came back, he passed closely by the table behind where Trina was seated. He walked slowly trying to be inconspicuous. He peered longingly through the corner of his eyes, hoping for a glimpse of the beautiful sexy woman’s obviously erect nipples that lounged behind the gaping blouse she wore so self consciously.
Suddenly his eyes widened, and his mouth formed into an “O”. Everyone except Trina could see him staring at her exposed breasts, all the way down to the ruby red surrounding her nipples that graced the delectable tips of her firm perfect orbs.
Trina’s subconscious slowly realized that her body was again being worshiped. She glanced back over her shoulder for a fraction of a second, just long enough to see the man staring open mouthed at her breasts.
Trina, blushing, pretended not to notice. Instead she shrugged slightly, allowing the blouse to loosen further, and her beauty to be fully exposed. She could feel the wetness flooding her channel. She shivered with lewd excitement, and decided she liked the feeling.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Trina and Jon Part Three by Hugh Doute and Deni Wom A true story
After the funeral of a friend, Hugh, Penny and Deni agreed that Trina should be brought to Central Oregon for the first of several weekends of training.
Deni had suggested that we label this collective endeavor “The Taming of the Shrew” after the Shakespearean play by that name. Her idea had set the scene for the weekend. With sage advice from other women, a plan was formulated on how to break her self sense of being “too good” for others.
Hugh picked Trina up at Jon and Trina’s house on Friday evening. She was dressed in jeans and a button-up blouse. She was still resentful of her treatment during her previous date with Hugh.
Hugh was dressed in shorts that were tight enough to allow the shapes of his encased, equipment to be visible. Jon openly looked at his boss’s crotch with envy.
Hugh watched Trina’s eyes glance down at his package, then flush brightly as her eyes guiltily flicked back up to his to see if he had noticed that she checked him out.
Hugh was looking directly at her eyes when they looked back at him. Her flush turned into burning embarrassment at her debasing indiscretion.
Hugh walked over to her, took her head in his hands, and kissed her deeply. He pressed his bulge against her, making certain that she felt his presence against her womanhood. His hands went behind her buttocks, pulling her to his hips.
He released her as soon as he felt her bitchy resolve beginning to weaken.
When Hugh turned back around to say goodbye to his co-worker, Jon had an obvious erection. His eyes were riveted to his wives chest, where her nipples had betrayed her, poking out and obviously aroused. Jon’s eyes were wide, and his breathing was harshly rapid and labored.
“Jon,” Hugh said, “Remove your wife’s bra and panties. Help her put on a short skirt, leave her blouse half unbuttoned, then bring her back to me.”
Hugh turned on his heel, walked into the living room and sat down. He picked up the TV remote and began flipping through the channels.
After a few minutes, Jon and Trina reappeared. Trina could feel the coolness of the air-conditioning on her newly exposed pussy. She hated that it actually felt good to her, to be without her panties was so foreign to her way of thinking that she felt her anger rising. But this feeling! So free! So cool and unrestricted! And her breasts. She could feel them shimmering, wiggling in her blouse, her nipples being caressed by the soft fabric covering them. Trina closed her eyes as she struggled with her conflicting emotions.
Hugh’s libido enjoyed the site of the woman’s unfettered breasts jiggling with each step. Jon led his wife to stand in front of the chair that Hugh’s was sitting in. Her nipples were pebbles in her blouse, totally self conscious of her semi exposed state.
“Raise your wife’s dress and show me her pussy, Jon.” Hugh was still watching the TV screen, ignoring the woman.
Trina spluttered her indignation. “How DARE you treat me like a slut!”
Hugh turned his eyes toward her chest, watching her nipples pressing against the fabric of her blouse. Jon, without even hesitating, raised Trina’s dress and showed Hugh his wife’s bare sex.
Hugh leaned forward in his chair and told Jon to open his wife’s cunt for him to look at.
This time Trina was absolutely speechless. Jon reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips open for Hugh’s viewing pleasure. Hugh put his finger under her little opening and waited patiently for the glistening drop of her wetness to drip onto his finger tip. When it did, he wiped it onto her lips, explaining that the moisture was her own cunt betraying her.
Trina turned crimson with embarrassment.
Hugh looked at Jon and told him to bring his wife out to the car. Hugh then strode out the front door and down the walk to his car, and unceremoniously got in.
Jon grabbed Trina’s bags and followed his own wife out to the car of the man that was going to take her away for the weekend. Jon’s cock had never been so hard.
He opened the car door for his wife. It made him feel so submissive and vulnerable to think about how he was helping his wife go for the weekend with another man. In his excitement, he wondered if there was any possibility that she would conceive this weekend.
He hoped she wouldn’t, because he wanted his wife to become accustomed to going-out with other men. He wanted her to like it, and to begin to date and have sex with lots of virile sexy males. Jon’s cock twitched uncontrollably, pulsing rigidly erect under his trousers, as he fantasized about his wife, gorgeous in her nakedness, her thighs widely spread, and man after man filling her pussy with their virile sperm.
Jon tried to open the trunk lid in order to put Trina’s three suitcases inside. The trunk was, of course, locked.
Trina self consciously settled into the passenger seat next to Hugh, forcing herself not to furtively glance at his crotch. She felt the subconscious need to put her hand on his manhood, to test its size, to finally touch what was intended to impregnate her.
Hugh drove away, leaving Jon standing there with three suitcases, waving frantically to get Hugh’s attention. Trina did not notice that her beast-of-burden husband had been unsuccessful in stowing her essential luggage in Hugh’s car. Her tennis ball sized breasts waggled a bit, jiggling with each bump in the road. She felt extremely self conscious about her breasts being so exposed. She tried to re-button her blouse without appearing to do so.
Hugh noticed her movements, and immediately pulled over to the side of the road, then leaned over and cut the three felonious buttons from her blouse, leaving Jon’s wife unable to cover her vulnerable beauty for the rest of the weekend.
Trina’s shocked and resentful eyes glared at Hugh even as her nipples hardened beneath the caressing fabric of her blouse.
Hugh smiled at her, then drove off again toward Central Oregon . . . . . and Deni.
Deni had suggested that we label this collective endeavor “The Taming of the Shrew” after the Shakespearean play by that name. Her idea had set the scene for the weekend. With sage advice from other women, a plan was formulated on how to break her self sense of being “too good” for others.
Hugh picked Trina up at Jon and Trina’s house on Friday evening. She was dressed in jeans and a button-up blouse. She was still resentful of her treatment during her previous date with Hugh.
Hugh was dressed in shorts that were tight enough to allow the shapes of his encased, equipment to be visible. Jon openly looked at his boss’s crotch with envy.
Hugh watched Trina’s eyes glance down at his package, then flush brightly as her eyes guiltily flicked back up to his to see if he had noticed that she checked him out.
Hugh was looking directly at her eyes when they looked back at him. Her flush turned into burning embarrassment at her debasing indiscretion.
Hugh walked over to her, took her head in his hands, and kissed her deeply. He pressed his bulge against her, making certain that she felt his presence against her womanhood. His hands went behind her buttocks, pulling her to his hips.
He released her as soon as he felt her bitchy resolve beginning to weaken.
When Hugh turned back around to say goodbye to his co-worker, Jon had an obvious erection. His eyes were riveted to his wives chest, where her nipples had betrayed her, poking out and obviously aroused. Jon’s eyes were wide, and his breathing was harshly rapid and labored.
“Jon,” Hugh said, “Remove your wife’s bra and panties. Help her put on a short skirt, leave her blouse half unbuttoned, then bring her back to me.”
Hugh turned on his heel, walked into the living room and sat down. He picked up the TV remote and began flipping through the channels.
After a few minutes, Jon and Trina reappeared. Trina could feel the coolness of the air-conditioning on her newly exposed pussy. She hated that it actually felt good to her, to be without her panties was so foreign to her way of thinking that she felt her anger rising. But this feeling! So free! So cool and unrestricted! And her breasts. She could feel them shimmering, wiggling in her blouse, her nipples being caressed by the soft fabric covering them. Trina closed her eyes as she struggled with her conflicting emotions.
Hugh’s libido enjoyed the site of the woman’s unfettered breasts jiggling with each step. Jon led his wife to stand in front of the chair that Hugh’s was sitting in. Her nipples were pebbles in her blouse, totally self conscious of her semi exposed state.
“Raise your wife’s dress and show me her pussy, Jon.” Hugh was still watching the TV screen, ignoring the woman.
Trina spluttered her indignation. “How DARE you treat me like a slut!”
Hugh turned his eyes toward her chest, watching her nipples pressing against the fabric of her blouse. Jon, without even hesitating, raised Trina’s dress and showed Hugh his wife’s bare sex.
Hugh leaned forward in his chair and told Jon to open his wife’s cunt for him to look at.
This time Trina was absolutely speechless. Jon reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips open for Hugh’s viewing pleasure. Hugh put his finger under her little opening and waited patiently for the glistening drop of her wetness to drip onto his finger tip. When it did, he wiped it onto her lips, explaining that the moisture was her own cunt betraying her.
Trina turned crimson with embarrassment.
Hugh looked at Jon and told him to bring his wife out to the car. Hugh then strode out the front door and down the walk to his car, and unceremoniously got in.
Jon grabbed Trina’s bags and followed his own wife out to the car of the man that was going to take her away for the weekend. Jon’s cock had never been so hard.
He opened the car door for his wife. It made him feel so submissive and vulnerable to think about how he was helping his wife go for the weekend with another man. In his excitement, he wondered if there was any possibility that she would conceive this weekend.
He hoped she wouldn’t, because he wanted his wife to become accustomed to going-out with other men. He wanted her to like it, and to begin to date and have sex with lots of virile sexy males. Jon’s cock twitched uncontrollably, pulsing rigidly erect under his trousers, as he fantasized about his wife, gorgeous in her nakedness, her thighs widely spread, and man after man filling her pussy with their virile sperm.
Jon tried to open the trunk lid in order to put Trina’s three suitcases inside. The trunk was, of course, locked.
Trina self consciously settled into the passenger seat next to Hugh, forcing herself not to furtively glance at his crotch. She felt the subconscious need to put her hand on his manhood, to test its size, to finally touch what was intended to impregnate her.
Hugh drove away, leaving Jon standing there with three suitcases, waving frantically to get Hugh’s attention. Trina did not notice that her beast-of-burden husband had been unsuccessful in stowing her essential luggage in Hugh’s car. Her tennis ball sized breasts waggled a bit, jiggling with each bump in the road. She felt extremely self conscious about her breasts being so exposed. She tried to re-button her blouse without appearing to do so.
Hugh noticed her movements, and immediately pulled over to the side of the road, then leaned over and cut the three felonious buttons from her blouse, leaving Jon’s wife unable to cover her vulnerable beauty for the rest of the weekend.
Trina’s shocked and resentful eyes glared at Hugh even as her nipples hardened beneath the caressing fabric of her blouse.
Hugh smiled at her, then drove off again toward Central Oregon . . . . . and Deni.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary, Becky Comes Over
The Blue Men show was fantastic!
We had front row seats, so someone was well connected! And whoever it was, they were with us! After the show, someone suggested we go to a night club.
Beckie (no, not her real name, but she will have these memories when she gets back to her every day life anyway, won’t she?) had worn a low cut black dress with no back. Her body looked delectable. She smiled at me over and over during the evening. Shyly at first, but then more and more boldly as she consumed alcohol. Not a lot of alcohol, mind you, but we women rarely need a lot to believe we can be less inhibited.
I had worn my ankle length slinky white skirt with my sheer, nearly transparent camisole. I was positively trashy. My clittie was on display all evening whenever I stood up. I adore the sensation of her little head being caressed by my clothing as I walk or dance.
And the requests for dances were non stop, for both myself and for Becky. I could see her slowly beginning to move that body, shake that booty, like I was.
Finally she asked me to dance wit her. I let her lead, and I let her take me to where her fantasies had been pushing her to go. Her hands were at first hesitant, but then became bolder and bolder, until she was caressing my body just like I love to be touched.
“Deni?” Her voice was hesitant.
I smiled at her and kissed her on the lips, lingering there for a few seconds. Her eyes got huge. I felt her mound press involuntarily against my hip.
“Oh god baby, I have never done this before honey! But I want to. I really want to. Will you show me . . . . ummm, . . . . how?”
I nodded and took her hand, leading her back to our table. I slid in beside her, smiling at her. Her legs parted willingly when she felt my silent touch on her inner knee. Her eyes closed as my fingers stroked her lightly under the table.
Her little moan caught Doni’s attention.
He made excuses for us, then put his arm around both Becky and I, and guided us out the door and to a taxi. Her husband just smiled at her as she left with us. He had this wistful look on his face. I think he had wanted to watch his wife be with a woman. But apparently that was not in her fantasy.
We arrived back at the hotel suite, both breathing heavily from our taxi ride filled with caresses and kisses. We again cuddled and kissed in the elevator on the way up to the room. Doni watched us with a bemused smile on his face.
Once in our suite, Becky became blushingly shy. Doni went into the second bedroom of our h otel suite and closed the door, leaving us alone in the sitting room. The bedroom door was wide open to the master bedroom. Becky kept glancing at it as we got to know each other a bit better.
I looked into her eyes and kissed her gently on her lips, my tongue flicking her softness as I looked into her eyes. She is taller than I am by about five inches. She looked nervous, scared, and vulnerable.
Finally she pulled away, then looked into my eyes. “I’ve never done any thing like this before, Deni! I have no idea what to do, ‘cept of course the things I read on the internet. Barney told me if I want to try this, that I can, but he wants to know everything that happened. Is that all right with you Deni?”
I giggle my silent giggle and walked to my lap top computer, guiding her to my blog page, then showed her Samarel’s site. I had her read my story “Wanda in My Bed”, and then the story “My First Threesome”. She was breathing heavily as she read.
She looked at me after finishing both stories and asked if I minded if she called her husband? I shook my head. She hit her husband’s speed dial on her cell. When he answered, she read to him the URL for Samarel’s site, then explained to him which stories were mine. She told him to read them and then when she got back to their room, he could fuck her silly as she told him all about us. She listened for a few seconds, then handed the phone to me.
His smooth rich baritone voice said “Deni, please make tonight night her best ever in her life. She deserves it, OK? Thanks for being willing to teach her how it feels to be with a woman. She told me about this fantasy clear back on our wedding night. I promised her that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so she is willing to try. Your husband told me at the afternoon break toady that he was looking for a woman to make love to you while on this trip. So here she is. Please take good care of her, Deni, she means the world to me.” He stopped talking, so after about ten seconds of stillness, I gave the phone back to Becky.
They chatted for a few more minutes, her becoming more and more emboldened to look at my body as she told her husband over and over that she loved him. I began to remove my clothing. There wasn’t much to remove. Her eyes caressed me like gay man with his cat.
I moved to her and placed her hand on my bare breast as I kissed the exposed orbs of her tits, available on each side of her perfect, milky cleavage.
She began to breathlessly describe what we were doing to her husband. I pressed her back against the bed, and laid her down. She kept talking to Barney, describing everything, even how it made her feel as I touched her.
I could soon hear moaning sounds emanating from the phone.
Becky went on cooing “Now her fingers are touching my inner leg baby. . . . . . Oh god, this feels soooooooo good. . . . . . . Oh god, honey, she just touched your wife’s pussy lips! AWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH god baby! OH god! OH god she touch my CLIIIIIT!”
And then she began to cum, screaming at her husband “I AM CUMMIING HONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH GOD! CUMMINNNNNGGGGGGG!”
We had front row seats, so someone was well connected! And whoever it was, they were with us! After the show, someone suggested we go to a night club.
Beckie (no, not her real name, but she will have these memories when she gets back to her every day life anyway, won’t she?) had worn a low cut black dress with no back. Her body looked delectable. She smiled at me over and over during the evening. Shyly at first, but then more and more boldly as she consumed alcohol. Not a lot of alcohol, mind you, but we women rarely need a lot to believe we can be less inhibited.
I had worn my ankle length slinky white skirt with my sheer, nearly transparent camisole. I was positively trashy. My clittie was on display all evening whenever I stood up. I adore the sensation of her little head being caressed by my clothing as I walk or dance.
And the requests for dances were non stop, for both myself and for Becky. I could see her slowly beginning to move that body, shake that booty, like I was.
Finally she asked me to dance wit her. I let her lead, and I let her take me to where her fantasies had been pushing her to go. Her hands were at first hesitant, but then became bolder and bolder, until she was caressing my body just like I love to be touched.
“Deni?” Her voice was hesitant.
I smiled at her and kissed her on the lips, lingering there for a few seconds. Her eyes got huge. I felt her mound press involuntarily against my hip.
“Oh god baby, I have never done this before honey! But I want to. I really want to. Will you show me . . . . ummm, . . . . how?”
I nodded and took her hand, leading her back to our table. I slid in beside her, smiling at her. Her legs parted willingly when she felt my silent touch on her inner knee. Her eyes closed as my fingers stroked her lightly under the table.
Her little moan caught Doni’s attention.
He made excuses for us, then put his arm around both Becky and I, and guided us out the door and to a taxi. Her husband just smiled at her as she left with us. He had this wistful look on his face. I think he had wanted to watch his wife be with a woman. But apparently that was not in her fantasy.
We arrived back at the hotel suite, both breathing heavily from our taxi ride filled with caresses and kisses. We again cuddled and kissed in the elevator on the way up to the room. Doni watched us with a bemused smile on his face.
Once in our suite, Becky became blushingly shy. Doni went into the second bedroom of our h otel suite and closed the door, leaving us alone in the sitting room. The bedroom door was wide open to the master bedroom. Becky kept glancing at it as we got to know each other a bit better.
I looked into her eyes and kissed her gently on her lips, my tongue flicking her softness as I looked into her eyes. She is taller than I am by about five inches. She looked nervous, scared, and vulnerable.
Finally she pulled away, then looked into my eyes. “I’ve never done any thing like this before, Deni! I have no idea what to do, ‘cept of course the things I read on the internet. Barney told me if I want to try this, that I can, but he wants to know everything that happened. Is that all right with you Deni?”
I giggle my silent giggle and walked to my lap top computer, guiding her to my blog page, then showed her Samarel’s site. I had her read my story “Wanda in My Bed”, and then the story “My First Threesome”. She was breathing heavily as she read.
She looked at me after finishing both stories and asked if I minded if she called her husband? I shook my head. She hit her husband’s speed dial on her cell. When he answered, she read to him the URL for Samarel’s site, then explained to him which stories were mine. She told him to read them and then when she got back to their room, he could fuck her silly as she told him all about us. She listened for a few seconds, then handed the phone to me.
His smooth rich baritone voice said “Deni, please make tonight night her best ever in her life. She deserves it, OK? Thanks for being willing to teach her how it feels to be with a woman. She told me about this fantasy clear back on our wedding night. I promised her that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so she is willing to try. Your husband told me at the afternoon break toady that he was looking for a woman to make love to you while on this trip. So here she is. Please take good care of her, Deni, she means the world to me.” He stopped talking, so after about ten seconds of stillness, I gave the phone back to Becky.
They chatted for a few more minutes, her becoming more and more emboldened to look at my body as she told her husband over and over that she loved him. I began to remove my clothing. There wasn’t much to remove. Her eyes caressed me like gay man with his cat.
I moved to her and placed her hand on my bare breast as I kissed the exposed orbs of her tits, available on each side of her perfect, milky cleavage.
She began to breathlessly describe what we were doing to her husband. I pressed her back against the bed, and laid her down. She kept talking to Barney, describing everything, even how it made her feel as I touched her.
I could soon hear moaning sounds emanating from the phone.
Becky went on cooing “Now her fingers are touching my inner leg baby. . . . . . Oh god, this feels soooooooo good. . . . . . . Oh god, honey, she just touched your wife’s pussy lips! AWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH god baby! OH god! OH god she touch my CLIIIIIT!”
And then she began to cum, screaming at her husband “I AM CUMMIING HONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH GOD! CUMMINNNNNGGGGGGG!”
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore, Doing the Concierge
When I woke up late the next morning, Doni had already left for his seminar. I realized that he had probably been gone for hours.
I ordered in breakfast. Then showered and opened the blinds to the blinding light of Las Vegas in the summer. There was a huge hotel being built right across the street. Four big cranes were being used to lift things up to where it was needed.
I opened the sliding door and walked naked out onto the balcony. It was already incredibly hot outside. I stretched deliciously, turning around several times to give the sun a chance to warm all of me after the clammy air-conditioning of the hotel room.
I felt relaxed and alive. I grinned as I heard the wolf whistles from the hotel under construction across the street. I smiled and waived at the horny guys, remembering that I had been a nasty cum slut whore just a few hours before, even fucking my black pimp bareback.
God what an incredible fuck that had been!
I could feel my wetness begin to grow as I recalled all the wonderful sensations and emotions I had experienced as I had lived my long held fantasy.
My libido began to rise. I went back into the room, leaving the door open to the balcony. I searched through my clothes, but found nothing that suited my mood. I was still trying to pick out an outfit when the knock on the door announced my breakfast had arrived.
My bouncing breasts reminded me I was naked as I walked toward the door. The concierge’s eyes confirmed I was naked when I opened the door. His Latino eyes surveyed my body as he stood there, consuming my nakedness with lusty eyes. I stepped aside so he could wheel in my meal. His elbow deliberately brushed my unflinching breast as he passed by.
I walked behind him, watching his cute little ass as he stayed bent over while he wheeled the cart to the side of the table.
He displayed perfect manners as he prepared my meal, moving the plates to the table and arranging my place setting.
I turned my back to him as I fumbled in my purse.
His eyes looked sad when he saw me preparing to tip him. When I handed him a condom as a tip, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
“Really?” he asked.
I grinned and bent over, unzipping him. He had a nice cock, slightly curved up along his shaft. The head of it was a nicely shaped helmet. He was certainly thick enough to make his penetration most pleasurable. His erection zoomed into erotic completion. I turned and bent over, smiling back at him over my shoulder. He took me from behind, entering me gently . . . . at first, then his need took over and he fucked my cunt deep and hard as I thrilled to be such a cheap fuck. Five buck whore.
“Five buck whore” my mind screamed as he began to cum inside my body. I was shivering in ecstasy, my whole body trembling as I felt his release inside my cunt. As he slowed, then dropped from within me, I voraciously tore off his condom and inhaled his cock, taking it deep into my throat, hungrily milking the last remaining drops of semen from his cock.
Suddenly he jerked his cock out of my mouth. I realized his cock was probably very sensitive after cumming only a few seconds before. I sat my naked back side on the floor and smiled at him. He blushed bright red.
“I ain’t never did this before!” he explained. He looked at me, then his eyes scanned my body. “You’re Gorgeous. Damn gorgeous!” He thought for a few minutes, then asked “Why you do this?”
I wished that the wonderful spoken words could pour out of me. I wished I could tell him his sad eyes triggered my need to pleasure him. I wished he would understand that I wanted him to feel good by making me feel sexy and erotic. I wanted to say ‘I just felt like fucking you.’
But I just shrugged. I could see his Catholic guilt beginning to creep into his soul.
I ordered in breakfast. Then showered and opened the blinds to the blinding light of Las Vegas in the summer. There was a huge hotel being built right across the street. Four big cranes were being used to lift things up to where it was needed.
I opened the sliding door and walked naked out onto the balcony. It was already incredibly hot outside. I stretched deliciously, turning around several times to give the sun a chance to warm all of me after the clammy air-conditioning of the hotel room.
I felt relaxed and alive. I grinned as I heard the wolf whistles from the hotel under construction across the street. I smiled and waived at the horny guys, remembering that I had been a nasty cum slut whore just a few hours before, even fucking my black pimp bareback.
God what an incredible fuck that had been!
I could feel my wetness begin to grow as I recalled all the wonderful sensations and emotions I had experienced as I had lived my long held fantasy.
My libido began to rise. I went back into the room, leaving the door open to the balcony. I searched through my clothes, but found nothing that suited my mood. I was still trying to pick out an outfit when the knock on the door announced my breakfast had arrived.
My bouncing breasts reminded me I was naked as I walked toward the door. The concierge’s eyes confirmed I was naked when I opened the door. His Latino eyes surveyed my body as he stood there, consuming my nakedness with lusty eyes. I stepped aside so he could wheel in my meal. His elbow deliberately brushed my unflinching breast as he passed by.
I walked behind him, watching his cute little ass as he stayed bent over while he wheeled the cart to the side of the table.
He displayed perfect manners as he prepared my meal, moving the plates to the table and arranging my place setting.
I turned my back to him as I fumbled in my purse.
His eyes looked sad when he saw me preparing to tip him. When I handed him a condom as a tip, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
“Really?” he asked.
I grinned and bent over, unzipping him. He had a nice cock, slightly curved up along his shaft. The head of it was a nicely shaped helmet. He was certainly thick enough to make his penetration most pleasurable. His erection zoomed into erotic completion. I turned and bent over, smiling back at him over my shoulder. He took me from behind, entering me gently . . . . at first, then his need took over and he fucked my cunt deep and hard as I thrilled to be such a cheap fuck. Five buck whore.
“Five buck whore” my mind screamed as he began to cum inside my body. I was shivering in ecstasy, my whole body trembling as I felt his release inside my cunt. As he slowed, then dropped from within me, I voraciously tore off his condom and inhaled his cock, taking it deep into my throat, hungrily milking the last remaining drops of semen from his cock.
Suddenly he jerked his cock out of my mouth. I realized his cock was probably very sensitive after cumming only a few seconds before. I sat my naked back side on the floor and smiled at him. He blushed bright red.
“I ain’t never did this before!” he explained. He looked at me, then his eyes scanned my body. “You’re Gorgeous. Damn gorgeous!” He thought for a few minutes, then asked “Why you do this?”
I wished that the wonderful spoken words could pour out of me. I wished I could tell him his sad eyes triggered my need to pleasure him. I wished he would understand that I wanted him to feel good by making me feel sexy and erotic. I wanted to say ‘I just felt like fucking you.’
But I just shrugged. I could see his Catholic guilt beginning to creep into his soul.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary, Pimp Fucked
When I quieted down, *** was still inside me, still hard, and watching my face intently. He smiled at me when my eyes focused. “Yo be da mos incredible fuck, Deni! Yo husband be so lucky. Yo cock, that be what we call a cunt in Loosiana, be perfect for fuckin. An gawd, do it have da fuck muscles inside!”
I remember grinning at him, Mistress. I remember blushing too. My pimp was complementing your little whore on being a great fuck! It made my day.
Suddenly *** started fucking me hard, with long rapid strokes that made me again burst into ecstasy. He would withdraw his cock totally, including his glans, and then plunge his whole cock back into me to my very depths. His cock head would split me open over and over this way. His cock would bounce off my G-spot with each spearing penetration. *** watched my face the whole time he fucked my cunt, and while I came, he would slow his pace down, making my orgasm last longer. Then he would wait for a few minutes, and suddenly start fucking me again. Doni told me later he had counted my cums. I came seventeen times with *** fucking me that way!
I was soaked in sweat, and rapidly losing voluntary muscle control in my stomach. I had never cum so violently and so long and so many times in my whole life. This was truly the fucking of a life time! My hair was bedraggled, my body was coated with perspiration, and my cunt was beginning to tremble with tiredness.
*** truly knew how to wring a woman out!
Then *** looked at me and said “Ready ta pass out, Deni chile?”
I wearily nodded my head, my eyes barely open.
*** began a whole new rhythm. He started sliding his cock shaft down across my clitty, and then with a flourish that I can’t describe, would cause his cock to slam up against my g-spot with a glancing sliding blow, then his cock would kind of ricochet off my g-spot and slide down that inner wall that separates my ass from my cunt. It would somehow stretch that membrane, causing it to move inside me, and then, just as his cock head was landing in the bottom of my pussy, that membrane would release, making it snap back up my fuck canal and sort of shiver my asshole. Mistress, I hope that is an adequate description. It is the best I can describe it.
But it made me go off the deep end! I mean . . . so intense an orgasm that I remember seeing shooting stars and firecrackers and fireworks caroming around in my head. I went blind after a few seconds, and only what was exploding inside my head was left. The last thing I remember was a torrent of pussy cum gushing onto my legs.
When I woke up, I was back in the car, and Doni was sitting there looking at me. He chuckled when he saw my eyes open. He handed me a stack of money. I took it, not really understanding what it was. I just sort of sat there, still in a daze.
Doni told me I had made over fifteen hundred dollars.
Suddenly I knew what I had to do with it. I staggered out of the car and into the front door of the Shady Lady. The original three of my sister whores were standing in the front room. I divided the money into piles and gave them each a third.
Then I turned and staggered back out.
We were just pulling out, the lights of the parking lot reflecting off the car windows, when all three women came out and waved at me, shouting at me to stop. Doni did, and they all came over and hugged me. It made me cry. I wanted to be able to tell them how much I had enjoyed being with them. I think they understood though, just call it feminine intuition.
I slept most of the rest of the way into Las Vegas Mistress. Doni helped me up to the room, out of my clothing, and into bed. I was instantly asleep. I remember him kissing your whore’s forehead goodnight.
I dreamed I was my Mistress’s whore.
I remember grinning at him, Mistress. I remember blushing too. My pimp was complementing your little whore on being a great fuck! It made my day.
Suddenly *** started fucking me hard, with long rapid strokes that made me again burst into ecstasy. He would withdraw his cock totally, including his glans, and then plunge his whole cock back into me to my very depths. His cock head would split me open over and over this way. His cock would bounce off my G-spot with each spearing penetration. *** watched my face the whole time he fucked my cunt, and while I came, he would slow his pace down, making my orgasm last longer. Then he would wait for a few minutes, and suddenly start fucking me again. Doni told me later he had counted my cums. I came seventeen times with *** fucking me that way!
I was soaked in sweat, and rapidly losing voluntary muscle control in my stomach. I had never cum so violently and so long and so many times in my whole life. This was truly the fucking of a life time! My hair was bedraggled, my body was coated with perspiration, and my cunt was beginning to tremble with tiredness.
*** truly knew how to wring a woman out!
Then *** looked at me and said “Ready ta pass out, Deni chile?”
I wearily nodded my head, my eyes barely open.
*** began a whole new rhythm. He started sliding his cock shaft down across my clitty, and then with a flourish that I can’t describe, would cause his cock to slam up against my g-spot with a glancing sliding blow, then his cock would kind of ricochet off my g-spot and slide down that inner wall that separates my ass from my cunt. It would somehow stretch that membrane, causing it to move inside me, and then, just as his cock head was landing in the bottom of my pussy, that membrane would release, making it snap back up my fuck canal and sort of shiver my asshole. Mistress, I hope that is an adequate description. It is the best I can describe it.
But it made me go off the deep end! I mean . . . so intense an orgasm that I remember seeing shooting stars and firecrackers and fireworks caroming around in my head. I went blind after a few seconds, and only what was exploding inside my head was left. The last thing I remember was a torrent of pussy cum gushing onto my legs.
When I woke up, I was back in the car, and Doni was sitting there looking at me. He chuckled when he saw my eyes open. He handed me a stack of money. I took it, not really understanding what it was. I just sort of sat there, still in a daze.
Doni told me I had made over fifteen hundred dollars.
Suddenly I knew what I had to do with it. I staggered out of the car and into the front door of the Shady Lady. The original three of my sister whores were standing in the front room. I divided the money into piles and gave them each a third.
Then I turned and staggered back out.
We were just pulling out, the lights of the parking lot reflecting off the car windows, when all three women came out and waved at me, shouting at me to stop. Doni did, and they all came over and hugged me. It made me cry. I wanted to be able to tell them how much I had enjoyed being with them. I think they understood though, just call it feminine intuition.
I slept most of the rest of the way into Las Vegas Mistress. Doni helped me up to the room, out of my clothing, and into bed. I was instantly asleep. I remember him kissing your whore’s forehead goodnight.
I dreamed I was my Mistress’s whore.
Details on the two soldiers that were murdered by Islamo-Fascists in Iraq
{This is the kind of thing that our biased media does not report. The soldiers think we know, but we have few ways to find out what really happened. So here it is, from a person in their company.}
{Deni}
The Silence Is Deafening
I am sure by now you have heard what happened to the brave American
soldiers that were ambushed and taken hostage recently just south of
Baghdad. These brave young men who volunteered to defend our country
were murdered, tortured and butchered in the most horrendous way imaginable.
Their eyes were gouged out, arms and legs broken, their private parts
cut off and shoved in their mouths and finally their hearts were cut out.
Where is the outrage? Where is the protest about their human rights
having been violated? Where is the ACLU? Shouldn't there be a
nationwide outrage at what was done to these brave young men? Shouldn't
there be, instead of talk about deadlines to withdraw, a renewed
nationwide effort to wipe out this vile, despicable, murderous evil
once and for all? Isn't it time that we let out all the stops and use
whatever method necessary to eliminate the bastards that did this once
and for all? Where is the media, from sea to shining sea, outrage at
this barbaric, cowardly atrocity? Shouldn't there be protests in every
American city calling for the heads of those responsible? Shouldn't
this act rally all Americans to unite and defeat this evil? The
attorneys concerned about the human rights of the prisoners at
Guantanamo Bay (suspected Al-Qaeda associates), now that brave American
soldiers have been murdered, where is their outrage? Why do they remain
silent? Are they more concerned about the rights of the enemy than they are our hometown
heroes?
I am ashamed of what this country is becoming. The "Greatest
Generation", those who fought in World War Two and those who supported
their country in other ways during that time would never have sat
silently for such a barbaric act. Yet, I see no concerted effort to
encourage our government and our armed forces that we Americans support
any effort, any method, to catch and punish those responsible, and
those who support or aid those responsible. Why?
Isn't it time we, as a Nation, the Greatest, most powerful Nation on
Earth, stop allowing ourselves to be sucker punched and take it to
these murderous bastards in any way, shape or form that will get the
job done? Isn't it time we wipe off the face of the earth these Islamic
militants that have twisted their religion to allow the murder of
innocent men, women and children?
I, as an American citizen, encourage our government and our military to
use any method necessary to defeat once and for all this evil,
including the wholesale and widespread use of every weapon in our
arsenal. If you agree, please forward. If you don't agree, simply
delete, and you have my deepest sympathies.
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{Deni}
The Silence Is Deafening
I am sure by now you have heard what happened to the brave American
soldiers that were ambushed and taken hostage recently just south of
Baghdad. These brave young men who volunteered to defend our country
were murdered, tortured and butchered in the most horrendous way imaginable.
Their eyes were gouged out, arms and legs broken, their private parts
cut off and shoved in their mouths and finally their hearts were cut out.
Where is the outrage? Where is the protest about their human rights
having been violated? Where is the ACLU? Shouldn't there be a
nationwide outrage at what was done to these brave young men? Shouldn't
there be, instead of talk about deadlines to withdraw, a renewed
nationwide effort to wipe out this vile, despicable, murderous evil
once and for all? Isn't it time that we let out all the stops and use
whatever method necessary to eliminate the bastards that did this once
and for all? Where is the media, from sea to shining sea, outrage at
this barbaric, cowardly atrocity? Shouldn't there be protests in every
American city calling for the heads of those responsible? Shouldn't
this act rally all Americans to unite and defeat this evil? The
attorneys concerned about the human rights of the prisoners at
Guantanamo Bay (suspected Al-Qaeda associates), now that brave American
soldiers have been murdered, where is their outrage? Why do they remain
silent? Are they more concerned about the rights of the enemy than they are our hometown
heroes?
I am ashamed of what this country is becoming. The "Greatest
Generation", those who fought in World War Two and those who supported
their country in other ways during that time would never have sat
silently for such a barbaric act. Yet, I see no concerted effort to
encourage our government and our armed forces that we Americans support
any effort, any method, to catch and punish those responsible, and
those who support or aid those responsible. Why?
Isn't it time we, as a Nation, the Greatest, most powerful Nation on
Earth, stop allowing ourselves to be sucker punched and take it to
these murderous bastards in any way, shape or form that will get the
job done? Isn't it time we wipe off the face of the earth these Islamic
militants that have twisted their religion to allow the murder of
innocent men, women and children?
I, as an American citizen, encourage our government and our military to
use any method necessary to defeat once and for all this evil,
including the wholesale and widespread use of every weapon in our
arsenal. If you agree, please forward. If you don't agree, simply
delete, and you have my deepest sympathies.
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Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary, My Pimp's Black Dick
Honestly, I don’t remember my next three johns. Doni told me about them later, after we left. And apparently I took good care of them. But I have no memory of doing it. I guess I was still in that haze of satisfaction from my Gentleman caller.
Doni told me I was cumming constantly while they all fucked me. They just climbed on and stuck it in and fucked me as I kept cumming and cumming. Doni assured me they all wore condoms. Thank GOD!
After that *** told Doni he should take me out of there till I stopped cumming. So Doni came in and tried to get me up.
This next part is embarrassing.
I “attacked” his cock and fucked him right there in my whore’s bed. I took him bareback. I was cumming viciously, and fucked my darling Doni like he was a trick. Probably because he had cum several times, and he knows what I like during sex, Doni was able to fuck me till I passed out.
Then he carried my naked body out and laid me on the bed in the extra room *** keeps for drunks that need to sleep it off.
My darling Doni stayed there with me, holding me, protecting me. When I finally came around, I was totally out of it for awhile. Doni got me a Diet Pepsi which helped me re-establish a little focus. Then he force fed me water until I could again think.
After a bit, *** stuck his head in and asked how I was doing. Doni laughed and told him I was still raring to go.
*** came in and sat down and explained his girls were getting sore that I was getting the best business. I agreed to end my fantasy at the whore house. But *** held his hand out and asked if I still wanted him to do me?
Doni looked at me and I nodded “Yes!”
*** laughed. Then he told Doni that he had never met a woman that liked to fuck as much as I did. I took that as high praise from a pimp from the bayou.
So *** and Doni and I went out the back door, me still naked except for my shoes, Doni carrying my dress, and went into ***’s “living quarters”. They were pretty Spartan.
*** chuckled when he opened the door and told us he had a student loan and some other debts to pay off before he could build his own “Taj Mahal.” We didn’t push the question.
I saw Doni looking at him really hard, like he does with me when he is making sure I am OK. *** seemed not to notice.
*** turned to me, and his eyes started roaming up and down my body. I could feel his gaze almost tickling me as he visually adored my body for what seemed like a very long time.
Then with the softest of touches, his coal black fingers began to explore my body, starting at my long nipples, then my breasts, then my tummy, then my very exposed clittie. Doni told him why I am so visible. *** was fascinated. He got out a magnifying glass and examined my nipples. He muttered “Damn, dat mus a been one sharp knife!”
Then he knelt in front of my crotch and examined my clittie with the magnifying glass. He chuckled when he read the words on my clittie that I had tattooed on her for one of my previous masters. His eyes were full of mirth when he looked up at me.
Picture this. I was standing there in front of my pimp. I was totally naked. He was fully clothed. Doni was fully clothed. My pimp is inspecting my body with a magnifying glass. Something about that simply tickled me beyond my ability to contain my mirth. I started to shake with laughter. *** had to look up at my face to figure out what I was doing. He said at first he thought I was cumming again.
The guys both started laughing too. We had one of those moments when we all fed off each other’s giggles, and the humor started growing and growing until we all were rolling on the floor.
I suddenly realized I had to pee, . . . . BAD! Still laughing, I started to look for the ladies room, walking with that tell tale dance that a person who really has to go adopts to not pee themselves.
*** followed me into the restroom and told me to get in the tub and pee on myself. He positioned me on my back, my head lower than my cunt, and told me to start peeing. I did and he started to guide my stream by pushing my pussy around. He soon had soaked my breasts and my face and hair with my own urine. His black fingers on my hairless white pussy was such an erotic site that I was soon gasping for breath.
***’s adoring eyes watched me be the utter slut as he kept washing my body with my urine. I could see his cock getting hard in his trousers. Knowing that he was really getting turned on by what he was doing to me triggered my next orgasm.
*** played with my pussy until I stopped cumming, then told me to shower and clean up.
I very much enjoyed my shower. I carefully cleansed my hair and body, not being certain what opening *** was going to want to enjoy. I was still hoping he would fuck me in every hole. That was my fantasy and he was my pimp, and I wanted to be his willing slutty whore.
When I turned off the shower, he was standing there with a huge white soft towel. He wrapped me in it and started drying me. His erection had not subsided.
As he was drying my hair, he started kissing me. He was an excellent kisser, let me confirm for you! WOW!
I couldn’t stop my hands from freeing his black cock from his pants and underwear (boxers). I caressed and toyed with my pimp’s cock as we continued to kiss.
I glanced over at Doni. His eyes were locked on my hands toying with my pimps coal black prick. The prick that was clearly going to soon enjoy my body. Doni had a hard on too.
I knelt and engulfed my pimp’s prick. God he tasted good! His cock was dribbling clear liquid continuously. It was nearly tasteless. But it had this very subtle flavor that was very enjoyable. I took his cock down my throat within about ten seconds and started to suckle with my tongue and cheeks, my head slowly moving up and down on his shaft.
One hole filled to capacity!
Next he stood me up and started to toy with my clittie again. I spread me legs and watched his beautiful black hands toy with his whore’s clit. Soon I was quivering with need.
“Deni, sit on dat counter dere,” he said as he pointed. I backed over to a counter and tried to scoot up onto it. He chuckled and helped me up. He pressed my thighs apart as far as they would go. My legs will move almost ninety degrees out from my centerline. So I was split wide open, my pussy fully exposed and widely gaping, glistening in its own delighted glory.
*** sighed as he toyed with his whore’s white cunt lips.
Not able to wait any longer, he moved to my front and placed his cock head at my cunt opening. He pressed gently but firmly, and my pimp’s cock moved deep into my cunt. My pimp was going to fuck his whore, was going to fuck me, bareback!
I came like a bucking horse.
Doni told me I was cumming constantly while they all fucked me. They just climbed on and stuck it in and fucked me as I kept cumming and cumming. Doni assured me they all wore condoms. Thank GOD!
After that *** told Doni he should take me out of there till I stopped cumming. So Doni came in and tried to get me up.
This next part is embarrassing.
I “attacked” his cock and fucked him right there in my whore’s bed. I took him bareback. I was cumming viciously, and fucked my darling Doni like he was a trick. Probably because he had cum several times, and he knows what I like during sex, Doni was able to fuck me till I passed out.
Then he carried my naked body out and laid me on the bed in the extra room *** keeps for drunks that need to sleep it off.
My darling Doni stayed there with me, holding me, protecting me. When I finally came around, I was totally out of it for awhile. Doni got me a Diet Pepsi which helped me re-establish a little focus. Then he force fed me water until I could again think.
After a bit, *** stuck his head in and asked how I was doing. Doni laughed and told him I was still raring to go.
*** came in and sat down and explained his girls were getting sore that I was getting the best business. I agreed to end my fantasy at the whore house. But *** held his hand out and asked if I still wanted him to do me?
Doni looked at me and I nodded “Yes!”
*** laughed. Then he told Doni that he had never met a woman that liked to fuck as much as I did. I took that as high praise from a pimp from the bayou.
So *** and Doni and I went out the back door, me still naked except for my shoes, Doni carrying my dress, and went into ***’s “living quarters”. They were pretty Spartan.
*** chuckled when he opened the door and told us he had a student loan and some other debts to pay off before he could build his own “Taj Mahal.” We didn’t push the question.
I saw Doni looking at him really hard, like he does with me when he is making sure I am OK. *** seemed not to notice.
*** turned to me, and his eyes started roaming up and down my body. I could feel his gaze almost tickling me as he visually adored my body for what seemed like a very long time.
Then with the softest of touches, his coal black fingers began to explore my body, starting at my long nipples, then my breasts, then my tummy, then my very exposed clittie. Doni told him why I am so visible. *** was fascinated. He got out a magnifying glass and examined my nipples. He muttered “Damn, dat mus a been one sharp knife!”
Then he knelt in front of my crotch and examined my clittie with the magnifying glass. He chuckled when he read the words on my clittie that I had tattooed on her for one of my previous masters. His eyes were full of mirth when he looked up at me.
Picture this. I was standing there in front of my pimp. I was totally naked. He was fully clothed. Doni was fully clothed. My pimp is inspecting my body with a magnifying glass. Something about that simply tickled me beyond my ability to contain my mirth. I started to shake with laughter. *** had to look up at my face to figure out what I was doing. He said at first he thought I was cumming again.
The guys both started laughing too. We had one of those moments when we all fed off each other’s giggles, and the humor started growing and growing until we all were rolling on the floor.
I suddenly realized I had to pee, . . . . BAD! Still laughing, I started to look for the ladies room, walking with that tell tale dance that a person who really has to go adopts to not pee themselves.
*** followed me into the restroom and told me to get in the tub and pee on myself. He positioned me on my back, my head lower than my cunt, and told me to start peeing. I did and he started to guide my stream by pushing my pussy around. He soon had soaked my breasts and my face and hair with my own urine. His black fingers on my hairless white pussy was such an erotic site that I was soon gasping for breath.
***’s adoring eyes watched me be the utter slut as he kept washing my body with my urine. I could see his cock getting hard in his trousers. Knowing that he was really getting turned on by what he was doing to me triggered my next orgasm.
*** played with my pussy until I stopped cumming, then told me to shower and clean up.
I very much enjoyed my shower. I carefully cleansed my hair and body, not being certain what opening *** was going to want to enjoy. I was still hoping he would fuck me in every hole. That was my fantasy and he was my pimp, and I wanted to be his willing slutty whore.
When I turned off the shower, he was standing there with a huge white soft towel. He wrapped me in it and started drying me. His erection had not subsided.
As he was drying my hair, he started kissing me. He was an excellent kisser, let me confirm for you! WOW!
I couldn’t stop my hands from freeing his black cock from his pants and underwear (boxers). I caressed and toyed with my pimp’s cock as we continued to kiss.
I glanced over at Doni. His eyes were locked on my hands toying with my pimps coal black prick. The prick that was clearly going to soon enjoy my body. Doni had a hard on too.
I knelt and engulfed my pimp’s prick. God he tasted good! His cock was dribbling clear liquid continuously. It was nearly tasteless. But it had this very subtle flavor that was very enjoyable. I took his cock down my throat within about ten seconds and started to suckle with my tongue and cheeks, my head slowly moving up and down on his shaft.
One hole filled to capacity!
Next he stood me up and started to toy with my clittie again. I spread me legs and watched his beautiful black hands toy with his whore’s clit. Soon I was quivering with need.
“Deni, sit on dat counter dere,” he said as he pointed. I backed over to a counter and tried to scoot up onto it. He chuckled and helped me up. He pressed my thighs apart as far as they would go. My legs will move almost ninety degrees out from my centerline. So I was split wide open, my pussy fully exposed and widely gaping, glistening in its own delighted glory.
*** sighed as he toyed with his whore’s white cunt lips.
Not able to wait any longer, he moved to my front and placed his cock head at my cunt opening. He pressed gently but firmly, and my pimp’s cock moved deep into my cunt. My pimp was going to fuck his whore, was going to fuck me, bareback!
I came like a bucking horse.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary, the plug
It then occurred to me that I needed to get my elderly gentleman’s cock out and into me quickly to give me the most amount of time to cum and then give him his BJ. His whore’s BJ.
Doni’s wife’s, the whore’s, BJ. Doni had told *** I was his wife.
I forced myself to refocus on my elderly gentleman. I reached for his zipper and fished his elderly cock out. Even before I could see his cock, I could tell it was different. And different it was. I removed his trousers, then just sat there and gawked at it.
The gentleman began to chuckle. He laughed as he said “I can see that I will be getting that blow job!”
No question about it, because just looking at his cock made me so hot I was almost ready to squirt.
And it wasn’t because it was long.
And it wasn’t because it was thick.
And it wasn’t because it was black, or green or anything to do with color.
His cock had a head that was about twice as large as his shaft for about a third of his cock shaft, then his shaft got thick. But the most intriguing part was his cock was gnarly.
By gnarly, I mean covered with thick veins and root like structures wrapping around it. It was like looking at a fantasy drawing of a Martian alien’s cock.
My pussy began to fantasize about what it would feel like inside me. My pussy began to clench and gyrate. My body began to crave the sensation of this cock inside it.
I totally forgot about his bet. I just wanted his cock to fuck me. He took forever to get his condom on. I finally did it for him.
Quickly I plumped the pillow under my head so I could watch his prick enter into me, and beckoned for him to come fuck me. His hips moved forward.. I was totally focused on his cock. The rest of the world became hazy and indistinct as he moved his sharply in-focus cock toward my slutty randy fuck cunt. It was hard and wavering and pulsing as it approached my whore’s gash.
Everything went into slow motion. His cock head waggled back and forth as he stepped toward me. His cock shaft didn’t point up like a younger man’s does. It was pointed right straight at my cunt. It was like a coke bottle that we used to, as kids, spin and then dare each other to tell the truth about a question we asked them.
His elderly knees bent and pressed the bed clothing down as he put his weight on each side of my hips. His gloved cock head slowly, too slowly, approached my wet and ready quim. I found myself raising my hips to accommodate its magnetic attraction.
Finally his cock head touched my little randy lips. I reached down and guided it eagerly to my pussy opening, then felt the incredible thrill of a mutant cock fucking into me.
He slid his cock to its depths, then looked me in the eye and said “Now we will see how easily you cum!” He jerked his hips back forcefully. His cock head acted like a suction pump and I felt my womb try to follow his cock out of my body. It was an incredible sensation.
Then he slowly pushed his incredible mutant prick back into me, pausing for a few seconds.
Again he suddenly, forcefully, pulled out. I could feel the ripples of my belly as my innards were dislodged by this sudden outward suction.
I had never been fucked like this before.
And my body screamed silently in its sudden, forced, almost unwilling release.
I came harder and harder each time he pulled his cock out of my cunt. I was delirious with orgasm, my mouth open, my eyes wide open, my face a mask of grimacing delight. My body started trying to hump him faster. I was like a bucking horse as my cunt slid up and down his cock, pausing at the deepest penetration, then like he had taught me, slamming back as his cock head sucked my womb outward.
I became vaguely aware of the knobbiness of his cock shaft. That was the icing on the cake as I went totally ballistic. Soon afterward I passed out.
When I woke up he was holding me gently, softly, and with tears in his eyes. He kissed me softly and smiled into my grateful eyes. He chuckled and said “I never experienced a woman as orgastic as you my sweet little friend! Thank you for making an old man feel virile one last time.”
I put my arms around his neck and hugged him to me, feeling guilty that I could not tell him that he was one of the best fucks of my entire life.
He could see it in my eyes though, I think. He looked at me, kissed me several times, then told me that the deal with the BJ was just his own private joke.
I shook my head and turned, taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him hard, then sucked him dry. This time he was the one that was grateful for my expertise. The sensation of his plug shaped cock in my throat as I pulled my head back up was similar to when it was in buried deep inside my pussy. It would sort of pop out of my throat and rattle around in my mouth. It was a highly erotic sensation. When he did cum, there was very little semen. I guess time takes its toll on the human body.
He hugged me several times, each time turning to go, then turning back around to hug me again. I found a real fondness for him in my heart of hearts. He is without doubt one of the most memorable characters of my whore house experience.
Doni’s wife’s, the whore’s, BJ. Doni had told *** I was his wife.
I forced myself to refocus on my elderly gentleman. I reached for his zipper and fished his elderly cock out. Even before I could see his cock, I could tell it was different. And different it was. I removed his trousers, then just sat there and gawked at it.
The gentleman began to chuckle. He laughed as he said “I can see that I will be getting that blow job!”
No question about it, because just looking at his cock made me so hot I was almost ready to squirt.
And it wasn’t because it was long.
And it wasn’t because it was thick.
And it wasn’t because it was black, or green or anything to do with color.
His cock had a head that was about twice as large as his shaft for about a third of his cock shaft, then his shaft got thick. But the most intriguing part was his cock was gnarly.
By gnarly, I mean covered with thick veins and root like structures wrapping around it. It was like looking at a fantasy drawing of a Martian alien’s cock.
My pussy began to fantasize about what it would feel like inside me. My pussy began to clench and gyrate. My body began to crave the sensation of this cock inside it.
I totally forgot about his bet. I just wanted his cock to fuck me. He took forever to get his condom on. I finally did it for him.
Quickly I plumped the pillow under my head so I could watch his prick enter into me, and beckoned for him to come fuck me. His hips moved forward.. I was totally focused on his cock. The rest of the world became hazy and indistinct as he moved his sharply in-focus cock toward my slutty randy fuck cunt. It was hard and wavering and pulsing as it approached my whore’s gash.
Everything went into slow motion. His cock head waggled back and forth as he stepped toward me. His cock shaft didn’t point up like a younger man’s does. It was pointed right straight at my cunt. It was like a coke bottle that we used to, as kids, spin and then dare each other to tell the truth about a question we asked them.
His elderly knees bent and pressed the bed clothing down as he put his weight on each side of my hips. His gloved cock head slowly, too slowly, approached my wet and ready quim. I found myself raising my hips to accommodate its magnetic attraction.
Finally his cock head touched my little randy lips. I reached down and guided it eagerly to my pussy opening, then felt the incredible thrill of a mutant cock fucking into me.
He slid his cock to its depths, then looked me in the eye and said “Now we will see how easily you cum!” He jerked his hips back forcefully. His cock head acted like a suction pump and I felt my womb try to follow his cock out of my body. It was an incredible sensation.
Then he slowly pushed his incredible mutant prick back into me, pausing for a few seconds.
Again he suddenly, forcefully, pulled out. I could feel the ripples of my belly as my innards were dislodged by this sudden outward suction.
I had never been fucked like this before.
And my body screamed silently in its sudden, forced, almost unwilling release.
I came harder and harder each time he pulled his cock out of my cunt. I was delirious with orgasm, my mouth open, my eyes wide open, my face a mask of grimacing delight. My body started trying to hump him faster. I was like a bucking horse as my cunt slid up and down his cock, pausing at the deepest penetration, then like he had taught me, slamming back as his cock head sucked my womb outward.
I became vaguely aware of the knobbiness of his cock shaft. That was the icing on the cake as I went totally ballistic. Soon afterward I passed out.
When I woke up he was holding me gently, softly, and with tears in his eyes. He kissed me softly and smiled into my grateful eyes. He chuckled and said “I never experienced a woman as orgastic as you my sweet little friend! Thank you for making an old man feel virile one last time.”
I put my arms around his neck and hugged him to me, feeling guilty that I could not tell him that he was one of the best fucks of my entire life.
He could see it in my eyes though, I think. He looked at me, kissed me several times, then told me that the deal with the BJ was just his own private joke.
I shook my head and turned, taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him hard, then sucked him dry. This time he was the one that was grateful for my expertise. The sensation of his plug shaped cock in my throat as I pulled my head back up was similar to when it was in buried deep inside my pussy. It would sort of pop out of my throat and rattle around in my mouth. It was a highly erotic sensation. When he did cum, there was very little semen. I guess time takes its toll on the human body.
He hugged me several times, each time turning to go, then turning back around to hug me again. I found a real fondness for him in my heart of hearts. He is without doubt one of the most memorable characters of my whore house experience.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary, The Gentleman
When I awoke, *** was standing over me looking very concerned. I grinned weakly at him as I sat up and then stood, a bit wobbly. I mouthed “WOW” at him.
He laughed. Then said “Deni, you be a born whore, lil lady! Yo sure yo don’t want ta stay here wit me and make dis yo’s carreer? I make ya lotsa money, honey!”
Honestly, right then, having just cum in buckets, I was tempted.
But I shook my head “No” and started cleaning up the bed. *** showed me where the clean sheets were and actually helped me change the bedding. His eyes were becoming much more interested in my body than when I had first walked into his whore house.
After we had finished changing the bed, he asked me “You squirt like dat a lot?”
I felt my blush burning my face as I nodded.
He stood looking at me, his stare sort of pinning me into immobility. His black eyes regarded me with great curiosity. I felt my body responding to his attentions. I was SO hoping he would fuck his new whore in all her opening. That was such an integral part of my whore fantasy that it just didn’t seem right that I had not had to audition for my job as whore.
Finally, almost bashfully, he said “Deni, I never fuck my whores, but I would like to make a excepshun fo yo. Not now, but lata maybe?” He watched for my answer.
My face must have really brightened up because he laughed and said “So you would like dat! COOL! I be back when it be slowin down to fuck dat juicy lil cunt a yo’s!”
Suddenly the whole day came into perspective for me. I was actually living the fantasy that I had held in my heart for over a decade. And my pimp, a REAL pimp, MY real pimp, black as midnight, was going to fuck me too! I felt like I could float on air. I could hardly wait until my pimp’s coal black cock was slamming me without mercy, calling me his whore and his slut and his hammer and his cunt. I had to walk slowly so that I didn’t cum as I walked back out to the main room.
Two more women were standing there, letting the johns see their charms through their gauzy negligee uniforms, making a total of six women, counting me. And there were about seven men. Unfortunately all of the johns seemed eager to have ME. I looked at the other women there and could easily detect some growing hostility. I was not certain what to do about that. It had never occurred to me in my decades of fantasy whoring, to consider that the other whores would be upset with me. I decided I had better think about it as I worked.
My next trick was an elderly gentleman. I would guess around seventy. He was fairly spry though. He danced me stiffly to Room 3. He didn’t even ask *** which room. He knew already. It was becoming obvious to me that *** had a list of repeat clients that he called when he had a new whore for them to try out. I was his new whore, and he was determined to make every dollar he could off of my body. I respected him for that.
I grinned at the elderly man as he finished our “dance” by twirling me, then pulling me back into his chest. He dipped me backwards and kissed me, his kisses trailing on down my face to my chin and neck, and then on down to my naked breasts.
He must have spent too long bent over because he had trouble straightening up. He finally managed to stand up though, and then leaned down and kissed me softly right on my lips. He even closed his eyes as he kissed me. What a gentleman!
I began to wonder if he would want to fuck me at all. Perhaps he just enjoyed the courtship part of all of this. That would have been fine with me too.
I instinctively liked this gentleman. It was like being at a wedding and having been asked by a great uncle I had never met before if I would dance with him.
I decided to just follow his lead. He sat me down on the bed, then leaned me back, spread my legs, and began to kiss my thighs and tummy. His kisses got closer and closer to my womanhood. He added light little furtive licks to his kisses. I realized that I was actually getting turned on!
He then began to become more random with his kisses, almost erratic. The guessing as to where his lips and tongue would strike next became tantalizing.
Suddenly he nipped my clit.
[For those of you who have never seen me naked, my clittie sticks out about an inch from my body. The reason it does that is a long story.]
His nip on my clittie was not hard, and not soft, but just enough to truly get my carnal attention.
He chuckled as I gasped.
He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Young lady, I know you think I am much too old to properly fuck you. But after I am done with you, if you have not cum yet, I will gladly pay you an extra hundred bucks. If you do cum, I get a BJ as an extra either today or next time I come in. Deal?”
What could I say? I could not tell him this was my only night here. So I nodded. I realized that I had to hold my orgasm no matter what or whoever got him next time would have to pay my chit.
Then it occurred to me that I am not good about holding my orgasm for very long, so this was truly a real quandary for me. Should I just let him make me cum right away and then have time left to give him a BJ? In other words pay my own bills? Or should I play hard and tough and not cum and disappoint him dreadfully? I decided he may not have all that many more orgasms left in his life, so I had better cum fast.
He laughed. Then said “Deni, you be a born whore, lil lady! Yo sure yo don’t want ta stay here wit me and make dis yo’s carreer? I make ya lotsa money, honey!”
Honestly, right then, having just cum in buckets, I was tempted.
But I shook my head “No” and started cleaning up the bed. *** showed me where the clean sheets were and actually helped me change the bedding. His eyes were becoming much more interested in my body than when I had first walked into his whore house.
After we had finished changing the bed, he asked me “You squirt like dat a lot?”
I felt my blush burning my face as I nodded.
He stood looking at me, his stare sort of pinning me into immobility. His black eyes regarded me with great curiosity. I felt my body responding to his attentions. I was SO hoping he would fuck his new whore in all her opening. That was such an integral part of my whore fantasy that it just didn’t seem right that I had not had to audition for my job as whore.
Finally, almost bashfully, he said “Deni, I never fuck my whores, but I would like to make a excepshun fo yo. Not now, but lata maybe?” He watched for my answer.
My face must have really brightened up because he laughed and said “So you would like dat! COOL! I be back when it be slowin down to fuck dat juicy lil cunt a yo’s!”
Suddenly the whole day came into perspective for me. I was actually living the fantasy that I had held in my heart for over a decade. And my pimp, a REAL pimp, MY real pimp, black as midnight, was going to fuck me too! I felt like I could float on air. I could hardly wait until my pimp’s coal black cock was slamming me without mercy, calling me his whore and his slut and his hammer and his cunt. I had to walk slowly so that I didn’t cum as I walked back out to the main room.
Two more women were standing there, letting the johns see their charms through their gauzy negligee uniforms, making a total of six women, counting me. And there were about seven men. Unfortunately all of the johns seemed eager to have ME. I looked at the other women there and could easily detect some growing hostility. I was not certain what to do about that. It had never occurred to me in my decades of fantasy whoring, to consider that the other whores would be upset with me. I decided I had better think about it as I worked.
My next trick was an elderly gentleman. I would guess around seventy. He was fairly spry though. He danced me stiffly to Room 3. He didn’t even ask *** which room. He knew already. It was becoming obvious to me that *** had a list of repeat clients that he called when he had a new whore for them to try out. I was his new whore, and he was determined to make every dollar he could off of my body. I respected him for that.
I grinned at the elderly man as he finished our “dance” by twirling me, then pulling me back into his chest. He dipped me backwards and kissed me, his kisses trailing on down my face to my chin and neck, and then on down to my naked breasts.
He must have spent too long bent over because he had trouble straightening up. He finally managed to stand up though, and then leaned down and kissed me softly right on my lips. He even closed his eyes as he kissed me. What a gentleman!
I began to wonder if he would want to fuck me at all. Perhaps he just enjoyed the courtship part of all of this. That would have been fine with me too.
I instinctively liked this gentleman. It was like being at a wedding and having been asked by a great uncle I had never met before if I would dance with him.
I decided to just follow his lead. He sat me down on the bed, then leaned me back, spread my legs, and began to kiss my thighs and tummy. His kisses got closer and closer to my womanhood. He added light little furtive licks to his kisses. I realized that I was actually getting turned on!
He then began to become more random with his kisses, almost erratic. The guessing as to where his lips and tongue would strike next became tantalizing.
Suddenly he nipped my clit.
[For those of you who have never seen me naked, my clittie sticks out about an inch from my body. The reason it does that is a long story.]
His nip on my clittie was not hard, and not soft, but just enough to truly get my carnal attention.
He chuckled as I gasped.
He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Young lady, I know you think I am much too old to properly fuck you. But after I am done with you, if you have not cum yet, I will gladly pay you an extra hundred bucks. If you do cum, I get a BJ as an extra either today or next time I come in. Deal?”
What could I say? I could not tell him this was my only night here. So I nodded. I realized that I had to hold my orgasm no matter what or whoever got him next time would have to pay my chit.
Then it occurred to me that I am not good about holding my orgasm for very long, so this was truly a real quandary for me. Should I just let him make me cum right away and then have time left to give him a BJ? In other words pay my own bills? Or should I play hard and tough and not cum and disappoint him dreadfully? I decided he may not have all that many more orgasms left in his life, so I had better cum fast.
Mistress Penny asks for your help
My Australian Mistress Penny is asking for your help.
She wishes for you to think of tasks for me, and she may then assign them to me (changed or as you suggested) if she feels they would be good for all concerned.
Her email address is pl_oz@yahoo.com.au should you wish to discuss or suggest tasks with her.
Thank you for your help,
Deni
She wishes for you to think of tasks for me, and she may then assign them to me (changed or as you suggested) if she feels they would be good for all concerned.
Her email address is pl_oz@yahoo.com.au should you wish to discuss or suggest tasks with her.
Thank you for your help,
Deni
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Little CumSlutFuckWhore's Diary, Moby Dick
I could see the john trying not to cum, Mistress. I think he wanted this to go on forever and ever. His first time inside a woman was blowing his mind. I decided to try to make him cum three times in the time we had. So I clamped my bottom down on his cock and ground as much as I could. I leaned back and drove myself up and down on him trying to target my G-spot with his cock head each time I descended on him. I was leaning back on my hands, my arms straight, and slamming my ass up and down on his cock.
He was grimacing hard, trying to be macho and not cum. But he suddenly realized he could not stem the tide of his own cummings and EXPLODED into his condom deep inside your little whore’s ass.
He was breathing hard for a long time, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for breath. I slowly disengaged his cock and removed his condom, then licked and sucked his cock clean. His cum was very, very salty.
I toyed with his balls and sucked his cock as his eyes watched me take him all inside my mouth. He started groaning again. His eyes half closed, his eyelids trying hard to stay open as he watched his bought-and-paid-for whore suck his cock. I could not get his cock head down my throat, but I could certainly take his cock all the way to my throat entrance. He loved it!
He started mumbling about how this whore could take his cock in her mouth. It didn’t take him very long to get hard again. I put another condom on his cock and straddled his hips, facing away from his face. I lowered my cunt onto his cock as he watched my gaping little asshole wink at him as my cunt swallowed his cock whole.
He was moaning as he watched his cock disappear into his whore.
I was able to take almost all of his prick before I felt him begin to bottom in my womb. I slowly took the rest of his cock, probably only about a half of an inch was harder for me than the rest. So I was now fully impaled on his organ of pleasure. My womb was stretched to its ultimate safe operating limit and capacity. But I had indeed taken his whole cock inside me.
He started mumbling to himself. “Oh Fuckin A! She fuckin took my whole fuck stick! She’s gunna to fuck my fuck stick till it fills her whorey cunt!” He continued to mumble as I milked and fucked his big white cock.
I was settling down on his cock until my lips were resting on his pubic hair, then gripping him tightly, and then rising as my cunt tried hard to keep his cock from sliding out of me. Every time I rose up, he would groan and start swearing, using the F word as every other word in his sentence.
It didn’t take long for him to cum this time either.
I would guess the young man was about 25 years old, and clearly this was his first time. I was taking his cherry, and I was his whore. He would talk about and brag about me to all his buddies for years.
It occurred to me that I had not yet had an orgasm. That was very strange for me.
I knew that if he could brag about having made a whore cum, he would be much more likely to want tobrag vociferously and want to soon fuck another woman. Perhaps he would be like my Big Jon in Alaska and find a woman and settle down, get married and live happily ever after (between fights).
I had no more decided that I would cum than my body suddenly responded in spades. I started cumming, my pussy wringing his cock and ringing his bell. I reached down and tried to toy with his balls as I came.
He started bucking against me, fucking his cock up inside me as hard as he could. His pressure on the mouth of my womb was too much and I passed out with a rushing gush of wetness.
He was grimacing hard, trying to be macho and not cum. But he suddenly realized he could not stem the tide of his own cummings and EXPLODED into his condom deep inside your little whore’s ass.
He was breathing hard for a long time, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for breath. I slowly disengaged his cock and removed his condom, then licked and sucked his cock clean. His cum was very, very salty.
I toyed with his balls and sucked his cock as his eyes watched me take him all inside my mouth. He started groaning again. His eyes half closed, his eyelids trying hard to stay open as he watched his bought-and-paid-for whore suck his cock. I could not get his cock head down my throat, but I could certainly take his cock all the way to my throat entrance. He loved it!
He started mumbling about how this whore could take his cock in her mouth. It didn’t take him very long to get hard again. I put another condom on his cock and straddled his hips, facing away from his face. I lowered my cunt onto his cock as he watched my gaping little asshole wink at him as my cunt swallowed his cock whole.
He was moaning as he watched his cock disappear into his whore.
I was able to take almost all of his prick before I felt him begin to bottom in my womb. I slowly took the rest of his cock, probably only about a half of an inch was harder for me than the rest. So I was now fully impaled on his organ of pleasure. My womb was stretched to its ultimate safe operating limit and capacity. But I had indeed taken his whole cock inside me.
He started mumbling to himself. “Oh Fuckin A! She fuckin took my whole fuck stick! She’s gunna to fuck my fuck stick till it fills her whorey cunt!” He continued to mumble as I milked and fucked his big white cock.
I was settling down on his cock until my lips were resting on his pubic hair, then gripping him tightly, and then rising as my cunt tried hard to keep his cock from sliding out of me. Every time I rose up, he would groan and start swearing, using the F word as every other word in his sentence.
It didn’t take long for him to cum this time either.
I would guess the young man was about 25 years old, and clearly this was his first time. I was taking his cherry, and I was his whore. He would talk about and brag about me to all his buddies for years.
It occurred to me that I had not yet had an orgasm. That was very strange for me.
I knew that if he could brag about having made a whore cum, he would be much more likely to want tobrag vociferously and want to soon fuck another woman. Perhaps he would be like my Big Jon in Alaska and find a woman and settle down, get married and live happily ever after (between fights).
I had no more decided that I would cum than my body suddenly responded in spades. I started cumming, my pussy wringing his cock and ringing his bell. I reached down and tried to toy with his balls as I came.
He started bucking against me, fucking his cock up inside me as hard as he could. His pressure on the mouth of my womb was too much and I passed out with a rushing gush of wetness.
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