The World According to Deni

An Alaskan Fisherman's take on Palin

2009-12-05T21:31:00.000-08:00

A fed up Republican Alaskan fisherman's take on Sarah Palin...

1- Democrats forget when Palin was the Darling of the Democrats, because as soon as she took the Governor's office away from a fellow Republican and tough SOB Frank Murkowski she tore into the Republican's "Corrupt Bastards Club" (CBC) and sent them packing. Many of them are now residing in State housing and wearing orange jump suits. The Democrats reacted by skipping around the yard, throwing confetti and singing "la la la la" (well, you know how they are). Name another governor [of either party] in this country that has ever done anything similar.

2- Now with the CBC gone, there were fewer Alaskan politicians to protect the huge, giant oil companies here. So she constructed and enacted a new system of splitting the oil profits called "ACES." Exxon (the biggest corporation in the world) protested and Sarah told them, "don't let the door hit you in the stern on your way out." They stayed, and Alaska residents went from being merely wealthy to being wealthier. Of course, the other huge international oil companies meekly fell in line.

Again, give me the name of any other governor in the country that has done anything similar. Each person that lives in Alaska gets between $1200-$2000 per year for living there [Its called the Permanent Fund Annual Dividend]. What do VA. Governors give you? Answer: a closed rest stop.

Now try to name anything Obama accomplished while a senator?

3- The other thing she did when she walked into the governor's office is she got the list of Alaska’s requests for federal funding for projects, known as "pork." She went through the list, took 85% of them and placed them in the "when-hell-freezes-over" stack. She let locals know that if we need something built, we'll pay for it ourselves. Maybe she figured she could use the money she got from selling the previous governor's jet because it was extravagant. Maybe she could use the money she saved by dismissing the governor's cook (remarking that she could cook for her own family), giving back the State vehicle issued to her, maintaining that she already had a car, and dismissing her State provided security force (never mentioning - I imagine - that she's packing heat herself).

I'm still waiting to hear the names of those other governors.

4- Now, even with her much-ridiculed "gosh and golly" mannerism, she also managed to put together a totally new approach to getting a natural gas pipeline built which will be the biggest private construction project in the history of North America. No one else could do it although they tried. If that doesn't impress you, then you're trying too hard to be unimpressed while watching her do things like this while baking up a batch of brownies with her other hand.

5- For 30 years, Exxon held a lease to do exploratory drilling at a place called Point Thompson. They made excuses the entire time why they couldn't start drilling. In truth they were holding it like an investment. No governor for 30 years could make them get started. This summer, she told them she was revoking their lease and kicking them out. They protested and threatened court action. She shrugged and reminded them that she knew the way to the courthouse. Alaska won again.

6- President Obama wants the nation to be on 25% renewable resources for electricity by 2025. Sarah went to the legislature and submitted her plan for Alaska to be at 50% renewables by 2025. Alaska is already at 25%. I can give you more specifics about things done, as opposed to style and persona. Everybody wants to be cool, sound cool, look cool. But that's just a cover-up.

I'm still waiting to hear from liberals the names of other governors who can match what mine has done in [just] two and a half years. I won't be holding my breath.

By the way, she was content to return to AK after the national election and go to work, but the haters wouldn't let her. Now, these adolescent screechers are obviously not scuba divers. No one ever taught them what happens when you continually jab and pester a 'barracuda'. Without warning, it will spin around and tear your face off. They shoulda known better.

You have just read the truth about Sarah Palin that sends the [biased] media, along with the democrat party, into a wild uncontrolled frenzy to discredit her. I guess they are only interested in skirt chasers, dishonesty, immoral people, liars, womanizers, murderers, bitter ex-presidents' wives, homosexuals, or current President and his wife and staff.

So "You go, Girl." I only wish the men in Washington had your guts, determination, honesty, and morals.

I rest my case. Only FOOLS listen to the biased media.

Dewie Whetsell

A letter from a 95 year old vet

2009-12-03T13:51:00.000-08:00

Dear President Obama,

My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.

I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate. Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor , allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.

One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man.

So here goes.

I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do, but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish.

I can't figure out what country you are the president of.

You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like:

" We're no longer a Christian nation"

" America is arrogant" - (Your wife even

announced to the world," America is mean-

spirited. " Please tell her to try preaching

that nonsense to 23 generations of our

war dead buried all over the globe who

died for no other reason than to free a

whole lot of strangers from tyranny and

hopelessness.)

I'd say shame on the both of you, but I don't think you like America, nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do, for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.

After 9/11 you said," America hasn't lived up to her ideals."

Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man, that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War? I hope you didn't mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for inWWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around, because we stand for freedom.

I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.

Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man.

Shape up and start acting like an American. If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue . You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.

And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts , who was putting up a fight? You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.

One more thing. I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life, but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of.

You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president.

You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That's not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now.

And I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle.

Sincerely,

Harold B. Estes

2009-12-01T20:22:00.000-08:00

"What's Happened?"
WE FIGURED HIM OUT

WE FIGURED HIM OUT! By Ben Stein

Why is President Barack Obama in such a hurry to get his socialized medicine bill passed?

Because he and his cunning circle realize some basic truths:

The American people in their unimaginable kindness and trust voted for a pig in a poke in 2008. They wanted so much to believe Barack Obama was somehow better and different from other ultra-leftists that they simply took him on faith. They ignored his anti-white writings in his books. They ignored his quiet acceptance of hysterical anti-American diatribes by his minister, Jeremiah Wright.

They ignored his refusal to explain years at a time of his life as a student. They ignored his ultra-left record as a "community organizer," Illinois state legislator, and Senator.

The American people ignored his total zero of an academic record as a student and teacher, his complete lack of scholarship when he was being touted as a scholar.

Now, the American people are starting to wake up to the truth. Barack Obama is a super likeable super leftist, not a fan of this country, way, way too cozy with the terrorist leaders in theMiddle East , way beyond naÃ¯vetÃ©, all the way into active destruction of our interests and our allies and our future. The American people have already awakened to the truth that the stimulus bill -- a great idea in theory -- was really an immense bribe to Democrat interest groups, and in no way an effort to help all Americans.

Now, Americans are waking up to the truth that ObamaCare basically means that every time you are sick or injured, you will have a clerk from the Department of Motor Vehicles telling your doctor what he can and cannot do.

The American people already know that Mr. Obama's plan to lower health costs while expanding coverage and bureaucracy is a myth, a promise of something that never was and never will be -- a bureaucracy lowering costs in a free society. Either the costs go up or the free society goes away.

These are perilous times.. Mrs. Hillary Clinton, our Secretary of State, has given Iran the go-ahead to have nuclear weapons, an unqualified betrayal of the nation. Now, we face a devastating loss of freedom at home in health care. It will be joined by controls on our lives to "protect us" from global warming, itself largely a fraud if believed to be caused by man.

Mr. Obama knows Americans are getting wise and will stop him if he delays at all in taking away our freedoms. There is his urgency and our opportunity. Once freedom is lost, America is lost. Wake up, beloved America.

Ben Stein is a writer, actor, economist, and lawyer living in
Beverly Hills and Malibu. He writes "Ben Stein's Diary" for every issue of The American Spectator.

They may have ruined my country and yours.
You must as an American FORWARD this to all, or you will wake up one morning and your freedoms are no longer there.

http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/figured.asp

Video Review: The Ugly Truth

2009-11-22T09:00:00.000-08:00

Video: The Ugly Truth

Last night we watched a video titled “The Ugly Truth. It is deservedly R-rated, but only because of the theme and verbiage. No explicit displays are shown. I missed them.

The theme of the movie is that men and women are attracted to each other for reasons they often cannot comprehend. In fact people, couples, seem to resent the seemingly natural fact that opposites attract.

I was in my Snuggy, which I adore. I can be naked under its soft snuggling, nurturing warmth, and still use the remote and eat my M&Ms! And touch myself.

I digress.

The two main characters are a woman control freak and a swashbuckling rover. Opposites, like I said. Clearly destined to break each other’s hearts. Clearly!

The movie is nicely written and worth seeing as a couple. It will give you something to talk about together besides the tired trivia of most dates and marriages.

I recommend it for men, women, and couples. It will peek into your heart and make you laugh, cringe, and nod your head knowingly.

I rate it a 7.2 With some appropriate sex scenes it would have been an 8 or above. The only thing that came close was one of the character’s naked buttocks. Standing outside. In public. In front of a woman that is hanging upside down from a tree, her panties visible to the whole world. (MMMMMMMMM!) There are some darling situational shots like one where a woman is wearing the vibrating panties and some kid is toying with the remote control. In public. In a high class restaurant. In front of some high-fallootin executives she needs to impress.

Having read Dok’s story about the remote-control vibrating egg, I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair. I came seven times last night after the movie. Three during. Snuggy . . .

Racial McCarthyism

2009-10-15T20:18:00.000-07:00

I am so tired of the racial McCarthyism that is running rampant right now in our country. Any person that is NOT black cannot even speak regarding ANYthing that could POSSIBLY be twisted or stretched to POSSIBLY be meant to be denigrating.

I have listened to so many misconstrued, misquoted, made up crap in the last six months that I am about to puke!

Sorry if this sounds like sour grapes, but good god! I have watched friends that do not have a racial bone in their body accused of horrendous stuff. And once it gets out there, it is too late to stop it from ruining people's lives.

It is no different than some angry woman accusing an innocent male of something that is illegal. If a woman says it about a man, the law takes it as truth. And that male's life is then ruined!

This is insanity!

Throw the bums out!

2009-10-13T06:59:00.000-07:00

Charley Reese has been a journalist for 49 years. He is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.

545 PEOPLE
By Charlie Reese

"Politicians" are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.

Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?

Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does.

You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.

You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.

You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.

I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.

I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes. Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.

What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.

The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president,
can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.

It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists
is what they want to exist.

If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.

If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red.

If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ, it's because they want them in IRAQ.

If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because "they" want it that way.

There are no unsolvable government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics", that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.

They, and they alone, have the power.

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.

Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees...

We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!

Pride Before a Fall

2009-09-29T09:26:00.000-07:00

Pride Before a Fall
Copyright Deni Wom 2009

So I am on the first night of my new job, full of high hopes and good wishes, and this guy runs his hand up my inner thigh as I am taking his order! I was too shocked to react instantly. My mouth fell open as I stared down at him, his face turned up to look at me, gauging my reaction. I froze. In a heartbeat, he had the crotch of my panties pulled aside and was pressing his finger into my opening! I was mortified!

No one has ever touched me there other than my female doctor, my parents when I was a baby, and my husband. I only touch myself there when I am bathing, and never to derive pleasure from it.

He was sawing in and out of me with two fingers now, grinning lasciviously.

I have to admit that I was pretty much a goodie-two-shoes most of my life. I used to complain if my husband wanted sex more often than I wanted it. And I didn’t want it very often, rarely more than once every other week, at most. And I had SO many excuses thought up to put him off.

Looking back, I cannot believe the excuses I used to come up with to put my poor husband off. I could instantly throw a huge convincing fit about something too, if wanted to be the proverbial beeotch, or just wasn’t in the mood to allow him his marital rights.

And would I EVER suckle on his thing? NO WAY! I am a prude and I work hard at staying that way.
Just like my mom, admittedly.

And I had never yet had an orgasm. Nor did I care if I ever would.

But, well, as we all know, the economy went to hell in a hand basket and our two incomes were no longer enough. So we both agreed to take second jobs; night jobs so we could limp along with our reduced daytime income. Our hours had been cut and we had both taken a cut in pay rather than get laid off.

A friend from church, Micki, told me about her job. She excitedly described how much she made in tips every single night, on top of her wages. She told me that a job had just come open there, and that the job paid darned good money too. I agreed to go apply.

I met her at six o’clock at “The Mask” nightclub. I was a bit put off by the name. But the manager was a very nice man, and quite cute, and my age plus maybe a year or two or three or four. Since the club had not yet really opened for the evening, I couldn’t get a preview of the things that happened at the establishment. I did like the décor, subtle and classy, wonderfully cohesive colors. And I liked Mr. Manager, and I liked my friend Micki, and I liked the money they were both promising me. So even though my intuition told me that it was possibly a bit more risqué than my normal life, I agreed to work there, to take a leap of faith, fantasizing about the new clothes and shoes I could buy with the extra money. Mr. Manager, I think his name was Tom . . . or something like that, explained that no one would know it was me working there because everyone, men and women, employees and patrons, all wore masks. He showed me the high-necked blouses and just above the knee length skirts all the waitresses wore. They were a bit tighter and more form fitting than I was used to wearing, particularly in the bust and hips, but I am proud of how nice a shape I have and didn’t feel like I would feel too exposed. Not for the money I would earn.

I didn’t tell my husband where I was going to be working. The place’s name sounded a bit sensual to me, I think, so I stayed mum about it. I just told him I would be waitressing, serving drinks and cleaning tables, that sort of thing. His new job started the same night and he didn’t go into detail about it either.

I arrived on time, put on my pretty high-necked button-up white stretchy crinoline blouse, tugged my black tight-at-the-hips skirt on over my white cotton panties, looked in the mirror to make any final adjustments, then went out to start my new job. Micki knows I like Kailua and Cream. She had one waiting for me when I walked up to the bar.

“Bottoms up, sweetheart!” she toasted. My friend from church drank her double jigger of whiskey straight down. For some reason I did the same. That creamy Kailua drink is so smooth . . . . and there is no after bite. My kind of drink, weenie that I am. I headed out onto the floor to take my very first order.

A very cute couple was seated at my first table. They looked expectantly at me as I walked toward them. Although they wore masks, he looked to be very masculine and she very feminine. I have no idea why I noticed that. They both looked unabashedly at me clad in my too-tight stretchy top and skirt. The woman giggled as she indiscreetly stared at my boobs.

For some reason I found myself thinking that I was proud of my girls. My boobs, that is. I wear a tight C-cup, and they are perky, if I do say so myself, according to the mirror and my too-horny husband. They kept checking me out as I fastidiously wrote their order. I have very good penmanship, and I take great pride in others being able to read what I write. I was focusing hard on writing when I felt “that something” touch my inner thigh above my hemline, then flutter up my leg toward my unmentionables. As I said before, his finger expertly invaded my inner sanctum and plundered my innocence. Then two digits opened me further. Suddenly he had three in me! I was still standing there too shocked to move or protest.

The pad of his thumb began to touch my nubbin each time he thrust up into my core. I refused to admit to myself that it felt good. But I was trembling! Then he took his hand away, his thick fingers left me. He turned to his friend and put his sullied fingers on her lips, then into her mouth. She suckled gleefully, her eyes staring into his with great reverence and delight.
I just stood there staring at them. My panties were still pulled aside from where they should be. I could feel the coolness of the air conditioning, as it seemed to whisper by my core. I was still trembling. I felt a sudden shiver run through me as well. My legs were weak. I tried to turn and go, but I ran smack into Micki. A whole tray full of drinks covered my front.

I looked down and it was as though I was nude! The liquids made both my blouse and my bra nearly transparent! I was mortified, especially while all the hoots and cat calls and wolf whistles filled the place. My nipples were hard as pebbles and very obvious in their newly drenched state. I could feel liquid running down my front and across my still exposed vaginal lips.
I fled to the dressing room, sobbing.

Micki followed me into the dressing room, apologizing all the way. I was so disoriented that I just stood there next to my locker and stared at her, unable to comprehend that I had been so compromised in such a short time. A whole room full of people had just witnessed a stranger sticking his fingers inside me, and then, for goodness sake, letting his girlfriend taste his fingers???!!!!!!

My eyes traveled to the mirror that hung on the wall and I saw that, indeed, my boobs appeared to be nearly naked. And my nipples were very visible, and very hard. The liquids in the beverages had made my clothing nearly invisible. I cupped my boobs in my hands trying to shield them from Micki’s eyes, and from my own eyes, I suppose. Micki was not looking at them, but I still felt horribly exposed. I was soaked all the way through my panties.

In fact, Micki was busy looking for other clothing for me to wear for the rest of the night, bless her heart. I quickly washed out my panties and bra then held them in front of the blow-dryer to dry them quickly. Micki found some clothing that looked a lot like the ones that had gotten drenched when I was so clumsy. At least they were the same color as the others, white top, crinoline, and a black skirt. Micki helped me strip off the wet stuff and then toweled me dry, around my protective arms and hands of course. I had my arm shielding my top and my other hand covering my woman part.

I was sticky as could be. Micki got a wet towel and started washing me. I was still very sticky “down there” when she got done, so I made her look the other way and cleaned myself there too.

I still felt sticky and dirty, but I felt enough better that I decided I could return to work. Someone yelled through the door that they needed us back out there so I really hurried, not even bothering to really look at myself in the mirror as I rushed back out. They felt a little tighter than the previous ones.

I returned to the place by the kitchen where I was supposed to put in my orders to the cooks, turned in that first order, the one where the man had touched me so rudely, then hurried back out to my assigned tables. I took orders from two more tables, turned them in, cleared three tables. They were quickly filled with people, all of them masked of course.
The food for my first order came up and I rushed it out to the couple. She had her hand in his lap and was toying with his man thing!!!!!!! She had it out of his trousers and was playing with it!!!!

I about died! I think I stared at it. I don’t know how long. I only remember that I compared it in size and length to my husband’s, the only other one I had seen.

“I think she likes it baby!” the woman said as they stared at me staring at her hand on his . . .thing.
The man chuckled. “You liked how she tasted too, didn’t you baby?” They both chuckled, both still watching me as I stared dumfounded at what she was doing to him in a public place.

“Want to touch my husband’s cock, honey?” the woman asked lightheartedly.

“Oh GOODNESS!” I said, not believing she had really asked me that. Or that she was playing with him. I mean, I never play with my husband’s thing even when we are alone! Why would she want to do such a thing? For goodness sake! In public?
I tore my eyes away from his lap and set their food down; then rushed off to get another order, my head still filled with the vision of her enjoying touching his . . . thing.

At my next table were three women. And THEY all stared at my boobs! What was it about this place? Everyone was into staring at me tonight! Even women were staring at my boobs!

I took their order, two of them being straight and giving me an order for food, but the third one, a tiny little woman, told me she wanted me for dinner. Good GRIEF!

And so the night went, until my first order, the one that was playing with her husband’s thing, left after eating, but gave me a hundred dollar tip!

Now a hundred dollars is more than I make in my real job in two days! Thereafter I tried hard to maintain my pissy attitude, but to be honest, I didn’t feel nearly as out of sorts after I saw that hundred dollar bill.

At the end of the night I counted my tips and I had made over four hundred dollars in tips! In one night I had made more money that I did at my real job in a whole week!

Jason was already home when I got there. I was flying as high as a kite in springtime! Four hundred smackeroos! On top of my wages!

I pecked my husband “Hi” and headed for the bedroom to change into my night clothes. I like to sleep in long flannel jimmies that come up high on my neck so I stay warm even if there is a draft. I didn’t realize that Jason had followed me down the hallway and into our bedroom. I shucked off my skirt and pulled down my panties. I just happened to look down at them as I was pulling them down my thighs.

They were SOAKED! They were so wet they were translucent, like my blouse had been earlier.

Jason was sniffing the air.

He stepped over to where I was and looked down at what I was staring at.

“Dang baby, you’re really wet! I have never seen you wet before,” he said in a wondering voice.

I could feel my cheeks burning. I tried to pop back a real burner at him, but when I started to say it, I turned my head to look at him and he kissed me full force! His hand went to my “down there” and he stuck his finger right where that other man had put his! His finger slipped right in.

“DANG!” he said.

For the first time in my life, it felt good to be touched there.

No, it felt better than good. I wanted it. I had heard my girlfriends talk about being ‘hot and bothered’ before, but I had no clue what they meant, until right then! It was suddenly clear what they meant.

I was truly ‘Hot and BOTHERED!’

Without me even thinking about it, I spread my thighs a little wider apart to let my shocked husband touch me more!
I must have unbuckled Jason’s trousers, cause both of his hands were on me. And he was already erect. And he wasted no time putting his erection into me. Down there! And I liked it!

For the first time in my life, I liked it!

He reached around and put his hands on my boobs and massaged them. That felt good too. I could not clear the image of that woman’s hand stroking that man’s . . . thing. It was so much larger than the one that was inside me right then. I realized I was pretending that ‘that guy’s’ member was the one poking into me.

My husband, as usual, only took a few strokes to sully me down there. Then he slid off me and was snoring in seconds. And I was still lying there, gasping for air, my hips actually moving up and down even though he was no longer on top of me.
I never move my hips when he does that to me! But I had tonight, and I was lying there wishing he would climb back on my bandwagon and strike up another tune!

It took me till almost sunup to get to sleep, and then it was filled with dreams of that man’s member being touched by his wife’s hand, and me touching him too. I could see my wedding ring on my hand as I toyed with and fondled him.

I woke up very wet, and very hot and bothered. My husband had gone to play golf with his buddies.

I had never before felt like I did that morning.

I had to be at work at nine that night. And I found myself looking forward to it, oddly enough!

As I showered, knowing how moist my body was, I felt as if I really should spend a bit of time cleansing her. After all, nothing smells worse than a woman’s dirty body. So I did try to carefully clean her without getting too far into it. But for some reason my fingers this morning felt so darned good! Oh so good! I had to force myself to stop touching me there.

I was visibly trembling as I dried off. Even my legs were shaky. But I briskly toweled off being mean to her down there with the towel so that I would not be further tempted to console her.

I smelled nice and clean when I got done, pulling my white cotton hip-covering panties on. I quickly put on my bra so that I would not have to look at my uncharacteristically protruding nipples. I hate it when my nipples stick out and dimple my blouse. Makes me feel like I am a horny woman or something equally despicable.

I worked hard cleaning the house most of the day, refusing to remember just how moist I had been, and how good it had felt as I washed myself, or how my nipples had tried to show.

Another struggle resulted when I took my shower just before heading off to work as well. Jason had not returned from golf game all day, so I suspect he had also gone to a friend’s house to watch some stupid sporting event. What is it with men? How can they enjoy watching other grown men try to maim each other over and over and over? They need to enjoy reading a good book or talking to their friends, or something like that, like us women do. When will they learn? Silly Neanderthals!

Micki was already there working when I arrived. She grinned at me as I traipsed toward the locker room. Some guy was groping her bottom as she stood there taking their order. As usual, the guy’s girlfriend was watching what he was doing. The woman was running the tip of her tongue along her upper lips as she watched her male partner. I quickly reminded myself of how many tips I had received the night before.
As I walked into the locker room, I noticed I had arrived a little later than I intended, so I had very little time to change if I was going to be on time. I hurried to my locker and began to quickly change into my uniform. I was down to my bra and panties when I looked up and Mr. Manager, what was his name? Tom! That’s it. Anyway, he was standing there watching me as I dressed! The pervert!

I screamed and covered myself with my hands and tried to turn away. All the awful man said was, “You better hurry Cheri, you got here a little late tonight. You have to be changed and on the floor by your shift time, not a minute later. The other girls count on getting off on time, you know! And it is best if you are here soon enough to get the verbal handoff from whoever you are relieving.”

When I looked around he was gone.

And my stupid nipples were hard again. Darn it! I tried to ignore them, but they were not cooperating at all. By the time I was fully dressed, I could still see their peaks on the front of my white crinoline blouse. And I was moist again. Curses! I hate walking when I am moist like that! Makes my hips feel like they are swaying while I walk.

Was it my imagination or was my skirt a little higher than last night? I wasn’t sure. It felt like it might be though.
Micki met me at the bar and we quickly downed our ceremonial start-of-shift drink, her whisky and my Kailua crème. Love those things!

Micki smiled conspiratorially at me as I swallowed the smoothness of the crème, then she patted my bum as we parted to start our assigned nightly duties. “Go get ‘em, sweet thing!” she murmured under her breath. Her breast brushed my arm as we passed. Her nipple was hard too.

My first table was three women. They ignored me, not even looking at me as they kibitzed back and forth as they ordered. I felt slightly affronted, but rationalized that they owed me nothing.

For some reason I had noticed the breast sizes and shapes of all three. What was wrong with me? I was highly embarrassing to say the least.

As the evening wore on, I fell into a rhythm that felt good. About half way though the night, I took the order of a woman that was sitting alone. She smiled up at me then deliberately looked at my boobs. Then her eyes traveled to my ‘down there’ part and she held her gaze. Finally her eyes came back to mine and she winked at me. I could feel my cheeks turn red and heat up.

My stupid nipples got hard! What is with my darned nipples lately?

As I walked away, it was obvious that I was also moist again. My hips were swiveling as I walked back toward the kitchen. I consciously made sure my hips did not swivel any more.

A couple was kissing hot and heavy at my next table. The woman soulfully looked up at me as I stepped up to their table. They disengaged and the woman smiled up at me. She had gorgeous eyes, deep blue, almost lavender. I felt my darned nipples getting hard again. Suddenly a finger touched my nubbin. I jumped almost out of my skin. When I came back down, his finger rubbed her hard.

I groaned.

How could I do that? Groan because I was being assaulted in public? ‘I am pathetic!’ I told myself.

I could feel his gentle ministrations on my nubbin as I stood there trying my best to write legibly. I was castigating myself at the same time I was reminding myself how big a tip I would get for letting him do that.

I didn’t move my hips and he continued to toy with me there. I could feel myself begin to tremble. The woman smiled at me, her gorgeous eyes staring at me as I permitted her man to fondle my private part. I was feeling such a ‘S’! I knew my cotton panties were now translucent. Again. I finished painstakingly writing their order on my order pad, and then smiled warmly at the couple. I would not and could not admit to myself that I had deliberately taken longer to write their order than I really needed to.

“Anything else I can get for you?” I asked in my best waitressing voice, blushing nonetheless.

My nipples were hard, my tummy felt like it had butterflies in it, and my pat grin was faltering. I was so moist that I thought I could feel it transferring through my cotton panties onto my thighs. ‘Is that my scent?’ I asked myself, ashamed of having let myself take so much pleasure in being touched.

The woman and man looked at the dimples poking from my blouse, and said simultaneously, “Definitely!” He leaned over and kissed my tummy.

I knew what they meant, and I felt a new blush of heat course through my private parts.

Micki had been watching me as I struggled to maintain my sanity. My brain was slowly losing its ability to sustain my resistance to the soft touches and the sensual caresses. She grinned as she saw me slowly losing my grip on my resistance to the seductive smiles and flirtations.

Tom my boss was also watching me. His eyes saw through my shell of ‘goody two shoes’ and knew I was rapidly being seduced into submitting to the money as a reward for allowing people to touch me.

I must have lost my focus, because one minute I was standing by their table and taking their order in my meticulous handwriting, and the next I was sitting on the man’s lap, his pink thing sticking up between my thighs. And I don’t know how, but my hand was touching his thing, its helmety head part. I was staring at my hand as it slowly moved up and down on his hard thing. It was pressing against my body down there. I could feel its heat. I could feel its velvety hardness. I watched a drop of dew ooze out of its tiny hole. My finger touched the drop and then swirled it around the helmet. Another drop appeared and again I coated his helmet. It suddenly erupted in white foaming spurts. My hand was covered, my skirt was ruined, my blouse was spotted, and I didn’t even care.

There were hands toying with my nipples too, tugging on them and gently twisting them as I stared at my hand doing unmentionable things. I licked the back of my hand and tasted the salty cream.

I felt a hand slide within my clingy top. It slid up my tummy and then cupped me. The thumb and forefinger found my stiff nipple and again began to toy with it.

A man picked me up and laid me gently on the tabletop. His hands softly slid my skirt up above my hips. I can’t believe I raised my hips to allow him to do it. And he then slid my white cotton panties back down, and I raised my hips to let him do that too.

I watched his eyes as he stared at my utter nakedness. Why was I letting these strangers do this to me?

His finger touched me there.

A woman’s hands pulled my blouse over my head, and then quickly unfastened my stiff bra. I was naked now, in public, and everyone was looking at my breasts, and down there too. I kept thinking that only my husband and my girlfriends, well, and my doctor, had seen my body before. But now everyone was looking at me, and a woman’s hands were playing with me. She leaned down and suckled on my nipples.

I could not say no.

I didn’t want to say no.

I wanted to be taken and used and enjoyed, and to enjoy their plundering of my body!

A finger entered me.

It toyed inside me as everyone watched the hand moving in and out. Another finger joined it. The fingers turned flat ways and began to pump up and down inside my opening. The hand was quite rough in there. The fingers pushed hard, up onto what ever it was that was making me feel as if I might explode!

I was moaning.

I was groaning.

My whole body felt like it was hot.

I was pushing my hips against the hand that was inside me. My hips were working up and down.

I couldn’t breath.

I couldn’t see.

I screamed as I lost control of my whole body.

I heard someone say “She’s squirting!”

I heard someone say, “OH MY GOD! LOOK!”

I heard a deep voice say “I’ve got to have some of that!”

I felt a thick hard velvety implement slide inside me down there. It slid farther and farther into me until I was sure it could slide no farther. I could see nothing. I was feeling only lust. I was feeling only that thick gorgeous impalement that was filling me to the brim. It pumped in and out of me, making my whole body crave its plundering.

People started chanting, “Fuck her cunt fuck her cunt!” I could see only red tinged darkness as my hips seemed to meet his hips half way.

Other people started chanting “Cum in her, cum in her, cum in her!”

I knew they meant that they wanted the man to expend his wetness inside me, but I could not stop myself from humping up onto him.

I forced myself to look at the man that was enjoying my body.

He was huge.

He was well built.

He was coal black.

His eyes were smiling at me.

I looked down at where we joined and he was huge and he was long and he was thick.

And my body was accepting all of him.

I vaguely realized that he was not wearing anything on his thick long blackness.

I vaguely realized that I was not on the pill, or any other sort of protection.

I looked at him.

I said “Cum in me. Cum in me please cum in me!”

He grinned and then began to pound me harder. “Are you ready to take my black seed baby?” he asked, his face beginning to grimace.

I screamed “FUCK MY WHITE MARRIED CUNT, CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY MARRIED CUNT!”

He slammed deeply into me and I heard myself scream. He grunted loudly and long. He held his quivering prick in my white married cunt as he filled me with his sperm.

My whole body was racking in delirium.

“She’s squirting again!” everyone gasped.

I don’t remember anything after that.

My husband looked up from his book as I staggered in the front door. “How was work tonight, honey?” he asked as his eyes roamed up and down my body.

I just walked on into the bedroom.

He followed me in.

He sniffed. “Dang!” he muttered.

He caught my hands and held them beside me. “Let me undress you baby,” he said.

He knelt in front of me and raised my dress. He could see that I had no panties on. He ran his ringer along my thigh, gathering whatever it was that was running down it. He glanced up at my face as I stared down at him, my heart in my throat.
He pushed me back onto the bed and raised my legs, spreading them wide apart as he stared at what used to be my chasteness.

He leaned forward and began to cleanse my sloppy gaping opening with his tongue and mouth.

I began to shudder again. I shuddered for what might have been hours. I lost track of time. When I finally fluttered back to earth, my husband had himself deep inside me, his much smaller member pumping me for all he was worth.

“Dang your wet baby, and so darned full of cum! How many screwed you tonight?” he grunted. My husband added his own wetness into my sodden pool of man juices, then fell on top of me gasping for breath.

I still work at ‘The Mask’. I provide a full evening’s entertainment for all the guests. And my husband still cleans me when I cum home after work, then fills me with his own ardor.

I enjoy my life now. And I no longer care what my mother thinks of me. Did I lose my pride? Or did I simply lose my inhibitions?

I now cum easily, and that makes it all worthwhile.

Interesting Perspective on Obama

2009-09-29T09:16:00.000-07:00

Dr. Charles Krauthammer

Dr. Krauthammer is on Fox News. He is an M.D. and a lawyer and is paralyzed from the neck down. A friend went to hear Charles Krauthammer. He listened with 25 others in a closed room. What he says here, is NOT 2nd-hand but 1st. The ramifications are staggering for us, our children and their children.

Last Monday was a profound evening, hearing Dr. Charles Krauthammer spoke to the Center for the American Experiment. He is brilliant intellectual, seasoned & articulate. He is forthright and careful in his analysis, and never resorts to emotions or
personal insults. He is NOT a fear monger nor an extremist in his comments and views. He is a fiscal conservative, and has received a Pulitzer Prize for writing. He is a frequent contributor to Fox News and writes weekly for the Washington Post. The entire room was held spellbound during his talk.

We are living in uncharted waters economically and internationally.

Summary of his comments:

1. Mr. Obama is a very intellectual, charming individual. He is not to be underestimated. He is a cool customer who doesn't show his emotions. It's very hard to know what's behind the mask. The taking down of the Clinton dynasty by a political neophyte was an amazing accomplishment. The Clintons still do not understand what hit them. Obama was in the perfect place at the perfect time.

2. Obama has political skills comparable to Reagan and Clinton. He has a way of making you think he's on your side, agreeing with your position, while doing the opposite. Pay no attention to what he SAYS; rather, watch what he DOES!

3. Obama has a ruthless quest for power. He did not come to Washington to make something out of himself, but rather to change everything, including dismantling capitalism. He can't be straightforward on his ambitions, as the public would not go along. He has a heavy hand, and wants to level the playing field with income redistribution and punishment to the achievers of society. He would like to model the USA to Great Britain or Canada .

4.. His three main goals are to control ENERGY, PUBLIC EDUCATION, and NATIONAL HEALTHCARE by the Federal government. He doesn't care about the auto or financial services industries, but got them as an early bonus. The cap and trade
will add costs to everything and stifle growth. Paying for FREE college education is his goal. Most scary is his healthcare program, because if you make it FREE and add 46,000,000 people to a Medicare-type single-payer system, the costs will go through the roof. The only way to control costs is with massive RATIONING of services, like in Canada. God forbid!

5. He has surrounded himself with mostly far-left academic types. No one around him has ever even run a candy store. But they are going to try and run the auto, financial, banking and other industries. This obviously can't work in the long run. Obama is not a socialist; rather he's a far-left secular progressive bent on nothing short of revolution. He ran as a moderate, but will govern from the hard left. Again, watch what he does, not what he says.

6. Obama doesn't really see himself as President of the United States, but more as a ruler over the world. He sees himself above it all, trying to orchestrate & coordinate various countries and their agendas. He sees moral equivalency in all cultures. His apology tour in Germany and England was a prime example of how he sees America, as an imperialist nation that has been arrogant, rather than a great noble nation that has at times made errors. This is the first President ever who has chastised our allies and appeased our enemies!

7. He is now handing out goodies. He hopes that the bill (and pain) will not come due until after he is reelected in 2012. He would like to blame all problems on Bush from the past, and hopefully his successor in the future. He has a huge ego, and Dr. Krauthammer believes he is a narcissist.

8. Republicans are in the wilderness for a while, but will emerge strong. Republicans are pining for another Reagan, but there will never be another like him. Krauthammer believes Mitt Romney, Tim Pawlenty & Bobby Jindahl (except for his terrible speech in February) are the future of the party. Newt Gingrich is brilliant, but has baggage. Sarah Palin is sincere and intelligent, but needs to really be seriously boning up on facts and info if she is to be a serious candidate in the future. We need to return to the party of lower taxes, smaller government, personal responsibility, strong national defense, and state's rights.

9. The current level of spending is irresponsible and outrageous. We are spending trillions that we don't have. This could lead to hyperinflation, depression or worse. No country has ever spent themselves into prosperity. The media is giving Obama, Reid and Pelosi a pass because they love their agenda. But eventually the bill will come due and people will realize the
huge bailouts didn't work, nor will the stimulus package.These were trillion-dollar payoffs to Obama's allies, unions and the Congress to placate the left, so he can get support for #4 above.

10. The election was over in mid-September when Lehman brothers failed, fear and panic swept in, we had an unpopular President, and the war was grinding on indefinitely without a clear outcome. The people are in pain, and the mantra of change caused people to act emotionally. Any Dem would have won this election; it was surprising it was as close as it was.

11. In 2012, if the unemployment rate is over 10%, Republicans will be swept back into power. If it's under 8%, the Dems continue to roll. If it's between 8-10%, it will be a dogfight. It will all be about the economy. I hope this gets you really thinking about what's happening in Washington and Congress. There is a left-wing revolution going on, according to Krauthammer, and he encourages us to keep the faith and join the loyal resistance. The work will be hard, but we're right on most issues and can reclaim our country, before it's far too late.

Blinders vs peripheral vision

2009-09-16T09:33:00.000-07:00

Well, lets see, I have been doing a crash course on politics with Dok as we bone
up on the last fifty years.

A couple of things that are conveniently missing from much of the political discussion these days:

!) When Reagan took office, we had 21% interest rates, inflation approaching
hyper inflation, and deficits up the ying yang (yeah, the Carter years. The
guy that actually was such a poor president that the Muslims that had kidnapped
our people actually refused to work with the idiot, instead waiting until Reagan
had been sworn in to release them an hour later). Reagan then, after doing what
he did, some good, some bad, passed onto the next administration an economy that
allowed Clinton to reduce the deficits and even to be able to project a balanced
budget. Thanks to the republican congress at the time, he was held to a lower
spending level than he had proposed. Then the idiot Republicans started
spending like drunken sailors and f**ed it all up.

!) Clinton cut the defense budget so drastically that we ended up with 9-11.
Yeah, that was Clinton's fault. And much of what he cut to arrive at his
balanced budget, definitely a worthy goal, was defense. I agree that Bush
made the blithe assumption that we were OK. But the cost of recovery from that
brutal attack was horrendous! People forget to mention that little blip in our
history. And of course the Republican congress was still spending like drunken
sailors, which screwed it all up again, even worse.

!) And now we have an all Democratic cabal in the Washington DC rarified
atmosphere which seems to rob anyone that goes there of any common sense, and
now we have projected deficits that will dwarf by a double order of magnitude ALL
of the combined deficits up until now.

!) About Medicare, but if you hear someone saying
that it works, they are wrong! And look at the Vets care situation! For god's
sake, we have to stop thinking that those that are hired as the least qualified and at the
highest rate possible, and then not held accountable in any way (they are called
government bureaucrats, notice no party affiliation assigned) can actually
accomplish anything of brilliant significance, you are smoking that weed stuff.
One sixth of the US economy is not something to be trifled with and experimented
on. The medical care situation in this country needs changes, but the changes
proposed are not the total solution, and certainly not the place to start.
Putting a severe leash on medical malpractice lawsuits, then stopping the
constant "cover my ass" testing that doctors are doing to cover their asses from
malpractice liability,and recognizing that we can't continue to afford to spend
80% of our freaking medical dollars on people so the elderly can live a few more MONTHS has to
stop. I am currently involved in the care of elderly people. What I see being
spent on them just for medicines is insane! Most of them are on 8 or more meds
(some as many as 20)! Many of the meds fight the other meds they are on! This
is idiocy! And these meds for the most part are simply to mask symptoms, not to
solve problems. Are we nuts?

!) Fact! You can buy the same US$140 dollar a month medicine in Mexico for only ten
bucks or less! Obviously that is the true cost of the meds! Stop the
insanity and the pillow cushioning of the US pharmaceutical industry!

OK, I feel better now. All I am saying is lets blame EVERYBODY that is doing
things wrong, not limit the finger pointing to the parties that we do not belong
to. That mindless scapegoatism solves nothing. Lets work on the real problems,
like the corruption and graft that controls this country (or is that 'cuntry'?).
BOTH PARTIES! BOTH PARTIES!

Deni

GE and its current political chauvinism

2009-09-15T07:18:00.000-07:00

I watched the first episode of Jay Leno's new show last night. Looks like GE has his jokes tightly under scrutiny and censorship. Nothing anti current administration. I suspect that is what got him thrown out last year. I had suspected that because he, like most humorists, was commenting nightly about Obama's antics, just like he had with all the other presidents.

I noticed that Jay's face showed a lot of stress last night, unlike his previous show where he seemed mighty jovial.

My refrigerator was not cooling properly last week, so I had a repairman come in and fix it (Defrosting computer board thingy had gone out). He told me that GE's appliances are now so bad that he refuses to even repair them for people because they go bad again and then the people call and accuse him of not doing his work right. So he just stopped fixing them.

Wonder how many billion GE gets from the current Administration to be so chauvinistic? Is it only in the government contracts they seem to get an inordinate share of? Or is there more there? Clearly there is something going on there that does not feel kosher to me.

Debbie's Halloween Ball

2008-11-01T10:50:00.000-07:00

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part One
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Debbie giggled as she said good bye to her downstairs neighbor, Jim. Her husband, Dane, had been out of town for a long time, as usual, and she was going nuts trying to cope with her need to be close to her man. Dane was a great lover, and when he was in town, she would be well taken care of. But her downstairs neighbor Jim was always at the back of her mind, especially as she masturbated at night, safe in her own bed. Several times she had fantasized about having Jim, and secretly hoped he could hear her masturbating upstairs in her bed, thinking about him.

Debbie knew that Jim’s wife was a bit of a drinker and therefore their love making sessions were few and far between as well.

Debbie had often confided in her best girlfriend, Deni, about her growing sexual frustrations. She and Deni were very close to the same age. In fact, they had both had sex for the very first time with the same boy. Not at the same time mind you, but they both knew that the other was having sex with Joel. But that was years ago and hundreds of orgasms past.

Bear in mind, Debbie is one of those women that is a real sleeper. She rarely wore makeup, and when she didn’t, would appear plain and normal. But when Debbie did put on her makeup, LOOK OUT! The men would walk with a “limp” all night! Her slim build and small breasts were perfectly proportioned. Her green eyes were perpetually searching the room, looking for beauty. And male beauty was one of her most sought after visions. She hid that propensity well, never even admitting it to Dane. But Deni knew, because the two of them would sit in the coffee shop discussing the men around them in hushed and giggling tones.

Now as many childhood friends are, Deni and Debbie were very competitive with each other. That was probably why Debbie had had sex with Joel right after Deni did, just to prove she could. BUT! There was something about Debbie that only Deni and Dane knew.

Debbie could not resist taking a dare! It was simply not within her. Especially when the dare would come from Deni!

And so it was that as Halloween approached, and Debbie was missing her husband so very much, that Dane, after a long sad phone call with Debbie, had a brainstorm.

Dane picked the phone back up and dialed a number he knew by heart.

“Hello?”

“Deni?”

Yeah? ………… Is this Dane?”

“Yeah.”

Concerned, Deni worried “Are you OK, is Debbie OK? Why are you calling?” Her tone of concern was obvious, full of worry.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We are fine, Debbie is fine. But …… I just had a brainstorm!”

“What! ……What are you talking about?” Deni was not used to her best friend’s husband calling her, especially when he was out of town.

“Debbie has told you, I am sure, what I have told her about my fantasy about her and ……you know…..?!!”

Deni smiled into the phone. Yes, Debbie had told her about Dane’s fantasy all right. Deni had been all for Debbie doing it! But Debbie, conservative careful Debbie, had a lot of reservations. Severe reservations. Dane had been left feeling like it would never happen. So, deeply disappointed, he had eventually dropped the subject.

Deni’s voice became teasing. “So what is your hotshot idea, big boy?”

“Well……..” Dane was immediately intimidated by Deni’s conspiratorial, put-up-or-shut-up tone. “Well, you know how lonely she gets……..”

“Yeah, and she won’t let me help her with that either……….” Deni giggled her throaty, sexually charged, bisexual chuckle.

Dane flushed, knowing that Deni knew he wanted in the worst way to watch her make love to his wife.

“And you already know that I am OK with her fucking around on me, right?” Dane asked.

“Yeah, Dane, I do!” Deni was relishing the control she now had over Dane. She had already decided that this was going to work out just fine!

“Wellllll, I was thinking……..”

“Go ahead Dane, just spit it out! Just go ahead and say it, you want me to seduce your wife into taking strange cock, right?” Deni was laughing silently on the other end of the line as she sensed Dane’s desperate need to feel like he was helping to meet his beloved wife’s needs. Tonight he felt particularly guilty about being out of town so much. Deni pushed him before he lost his nerve, “Spill the beans babe!”

“Well, Saturday is Halloween.”

“OK.”

“And The Pink Pussy Cat is having a Halloween ball.” Dane was talking fast now. “So I was thinking that you could talk her into going, and to let those two guys on the floor below, you know Jim and his brother Bob, know she was going to the ball, and when you get her there, you could, ……..you could, ……..” Dane seemed to lose his nerve.

“Damn it Dane, just say it! I could what?”

“You could dare her to dance with them after she is about three sheets to the wind, you know? And you could tell Jim and Bob that I want them to fuck her. And you could dare Debbie to do them on the dance floor. And I will be upstairs in my costume and Debbie will never know I got to watch her fuck them.”

Deni was speechless. Dane’s plan was so beautifully simple. Debbie would have a costume on, so she would feel safe about who was watching. Deni could help her with the costume so it was tarty and easy to get around as she danced. And Deni knew the dance floor would be packed with dancers. The DJ booth was upstairs above the dance floor, and there was usually several men up there watching the crowd for potential problems arising. Dane could watch his beloved wife taking strange cock as she danced, and Debbie would never know her husband was even in town, let alone watching. Deni started laughing.

Dane’s voice became defensive, “What, you don’t like the idea?”

“Dane, sweetheart, I not only like it, I LOVE it! It is a gorgeous idea! I am warning you though, I am going to have Debbie as part of this too you understand, and you may not get to watch that part, at least not the first time.”

Dane was beside himself with excitement. “Then you will help me!!!!!”

“Count on it buster. I will get to have my best friend as a lover, there is plenty of incentive here for me!” Deni laughed her most evil, conniving laugh.

And the plan was set.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

“Deni, will you pluck me?”

Deni turned and looked at her best friend. “After all your rude comments about my smooth pussy, you want me to pluck yours now?”

Debbie snickered, ....... then laid back in the tub allowing her slim lily white body to float to the surface. Her reddish pubic hair barely broke through the surface as Deni sat on the low stool beside the tub. Taking the tweezers, Deni bent to her task, plucking one hair at a time. Her hand at first did not touch Debbie’s sex, but as she worked, her hand moved closer and closer as she pulled the skin taut during her work. Debbie felt each sharp but slightly erotic prick as the hairs were removed in quick tugs. The sensation, at first slightly painful, began to cause her sexual flower to open, her petals to unfurl. As Deni worked closer and closer to her nether lips, the sensations of Deni’s soft hands and the hair pulling began to really become more and more pleasurable to Debbie.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” Debbie put her thighs on the side of the claw foot tub, allowing her knees to hang over each side. Deni's own pussy was becoming wet as she worked on her best friend’s delicate lily white body. She desperately wanted to kiss Debbie’s sex, and to tongue her light-pink inner-core. Deni paused to trace a blue vein under Debbie’s alabaster skin. She felt Debbie shiver slightly at her soft lingering touch. Debbie’s eyes were closed now as Deni continued to work. Working closer and closer to Debbie’s thin lips, Deni began to pull slightly on the soft flesh on each side of Debbie’s sex. A stifled moan was audible as Debbie endeavored to strangle her growing sexual desire.

“You want it all gone honey?” Debbie nodded her head tightly. “Am I hurting you too much baby?” Debbie shook her head tersely, not trusting herself to open her eyes and see her best friend working on her unusually needy pussy. Deni grinned, then placed her hand directly on Debbie’s randy sex. “Almost done sweetheart……. THERE! Last one. All done. Feel how nice and soft she is now!” Deni caressed Debbie’s sex as if she were testing for any missed hairs.

Debbie’s hand furtively caressed her pubic mound, experimenting with the new sensations there. She instantly realized that her own hand was no less stimulating than Deni’s. She hurriedly moved her hand away, but secretly promised her inner-self to enjoy the new softness of her pubic region when she got home after the ball. She smiled slightly, the corners of her lips turning up just a tiny bit, thinking of how she would love to show her smooth hairlessness to Dane …….. and for that matter to Bob and Jim, she admitted to her secret-self. Then she mentally chastised herself for even thinking such a thing.

“Well, babe! Lets get you dressed! This outfit will make you the belle of the ball baby.” Deni held up the extremely low cut, backless, short dress she had selected and bought for Debbie to wear. She helped Debbie into it, then stepped back and gazed at her friend. “Gorgeous baby! You are SUCH a beautiful woman! Put on the fishnet stockings and white garter belt too, baby. I bet you get asked to dance by every man at the ball.”

“Not likely if I am standing near you, Deni. Hey, where are my panties and bra?”

Deni deliberately did not answer Debbie’s question. “Hey! Debbie! Guess what! Jim and Bob are going tonight!”

Debbie immediately felt her pussy quicken. She quickly looked at Deni to make sure that Deni did not suspect that she felt so turned on by Jim and Bob. Deni smirked at Debbie’s sudden change in body language. Debbie was suddenly glad that she would wear no panties. ‘All the better when I get home tonight and touch myself,’ she thought. "God, I will be so wet all evening!" She shivered slightly in anticipation of being able to release her need later that evening in her safe warm comforting bed.

“Well, baby, put your make up on and lets get going.” Deni turned and walked from the bedroom. In the living room, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Jim’s number. “Hi Jimbo, you two ready yet?”

“Yeah, we were just walking out.”

“Got any questions about tonight?”

“Naw, don’t think so. We are supposed to wait for your signal, then ask her to dance. Then try to fuck her pussy and ass on the dance floor, right?”

“Yes, and get her tits out and let everyone see them too. Her husband will be upstairs on the DJ area, OK? Make sure he can see every thing you do to her, with her, OK?”

“I swear to god, if this weren’t for Debbie, I would not do this. Too much chance to get arrested!”

Deni laughed out loud. “Oh cut the shit Jimbo, you know you would do a knot hole in the floor if you thought you could get away with it!”

“What did you say Deni?” Debbie yelled from the bedroom.

“Nothing Debbie!” Deni yelled back, then in a softer voice spoke into the phone, “Now Jim, make sure at the end that you two get her in a sandwich between you and get her in both openings at the same time, OK?”

“God, Deni, if I did not already know you really well, I would never believe this was real. See you there.”

“Jimbo! You two are dressed up in costumes so she won’t know you right away, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! No way she will recognize us. Neither will you………..” Jim started laughing raucously.

Deni closed her cell phone and grinned to herself. ‘Looks like I will be staying here with Debbie tonight, taking care of her poor little . . . . “needs”’

Deni chuckled evilly.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Three
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

“Damn! Its dark in here!” Debbie said. She stood near the entry door so she could allow her eyes to adjust. Deni had her hand on her best girlfriends back, so when Debbie stopped, Deni did too. Deni pushed Debbie over to the side so the other people could enter without running over them.

As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, the dance floor and bar area began to materialize out of the gloom. They could see that the whole Pink Pussy Cat bar had been transformed magically into a huge castle keep, with spider webs in the corners, bricks on the walls, a dungeon in one corner, and straw on the floor. Even the smell of the barn was there.

Debbie was dressed as a tarty serving maid, complete with short skirt, her mostly exposed cleavage very obviously jiggling anytime she moved. The back of her dress was non existent above her tiny waist, but included a choke collar of sorts around her long perfectly formed neck. The flair of her slim hips was accentuated by the black fabric that suddenly covered her buttocks, made even more obvious by the alabaster white of her skin that ended abruptly at her waist where the dress finally covered her. The men nearby were staring at the shimmying sides of her delicate firm small breasts that were visible because of the severe cut of her dress. Debbie’s shoes were six inch high spiked heels, which showed off her perfect calves and thighs as the works of art they were. Debbie’s face was covered from her cheek bones to her hair line with a black mask.

Deni was dressed like an old woman, complete with wrinkled face mask, gray scraggly wig, bent over posture, and a crooked cane.

Finally their eyes had adjusted enough to allow them to walk on in in relative safety. The conversations seemed to stop whenever they were spotted as they walked through the room. Debbie walked with her head held high, her pert chest so proudly held, her shoulders back. Not one man in the room took a drink while Debbie walked to her table. It was in a booth in the corner, and not in the spot lighted area.

Deni was hobbling along behind Debbie as quickly as her tired old body could move. Not one eye moved to watch Deni as she hobbled along leaning on her crooked cane. All eyes were on the spectacular figure strutting along ahead of her. Behind her mask, Deni thought about how easily Debbie’s hips moved now, with no panties, and her sex plucked clean of resistance. ‘What a woman,’ Deni thought! Deni could feel her own tiny pussy wettening as she thought about what would almost certainly happen tonight, here, in front of five hundred people. Dane would see his year’s long fantasy come true, Debbie would suddenly be a “sexually freed woman,” and Deni would finally get to make love to her beloved, very best friend.

Debbie gasped as she felt the cold of the old wooden bench seats touch her bare plucked sex as she slid into the booth. A tremor of raw lust ran through her. Deni humped and huffed her way onto the opposite bench. When Deni finally had adjusted her old body, the waiter promptly appeared, and while studying Debbie’s fully visible cleavage carefully, asked them what they wished to drink.

Deni, in her best old woman’s Irish brogue informed him that “It’ll be Irrrrrish Whisky for the booth or us! And be quick aboot it, laddy, we be needin’ a double to get us starrrrrted!” Debbie giggled as the befuddled waiter trundled off.

Within minutes three people filled the table nearest them. Two men and a woman sat down and started to tell bawdy jokes. The men were dressed as French faggots, complete with brightly colored breech tights and leather cod pieces over their penis and balls. The woman was dressed as a brothel whore, with her tits hanging almost out of her torn bodice. She placed one foot up on the chair beside her. Her thick untrimmed black pussy fur was clearly visible to Debbie and Deni as her legs sprawled wide open.
Deni watched the whore’s vulgar display with interest, Debbie flushed red in flustered distaste. But Deni noticed in glee that Debbie’s eyes kept flitting toward the wide open legs of the whore. The whore kept watching Debbie's eyes flit toward her heavily made up and painted face, then to her carelessly exposed slut's crotch, then back to Debbie's own primly folded hands. Debbie's nipples hardened, completing the perfect cone of her plump B cup breasts showing through the front of her almost-not-there dress. Each time that Debbie's eyes moved involuntarily to the rude woman's hairy cunt, Debbie's face and chest would blush bright red.

The waiter hurried back over and stood where he could again see Debbie’s delectable cleavage, and the form of her white jiggling tits as Debbie breathed harder from her own unwelcome rising sexual need. One of the men ordered for the threesome in a sibilant fake French faggot’s lisp, and then told the waiter in a louder French-accented lisp to set up the “Mademoiselles at za nex table vis sree of wat zay are dreenking.”

"Three?" The waiter asked incredulously? But the faggots and the whore were already telling jokes again, and ignored him. The waiter, looking at Debbie's delightful display of flesh, dropped his pencil. He bent over looking up at Debbie, obviously trying to see up her short dress. Frustrated at not being able to see anything in the dim light under the table, he began to straighten up.

The whore turned her self directly to his face. The look on the waiter's face as he came face to face with the whore's lower lips caused Deni to cackle in glee. The whore grabbed the poor waiter by the ears and pulled his face directly into her crotch. She held him there for a few minutes as he struggled to breath. The brothel whore was already close to cumming from looking at Debbie’s incredible body. The long nose of the waiter rubbing on her clittie was all it took to send her over the edge. As she came, she smashed the waiters ever harder into her opening. As her orgasm subsided, she let go of the poor man's ears, causing him to drop face first onto the floor.

Debbie's face was turned directly toward the scene as it unfolded. Try as she might, she could not pull her eyes away, watching the full display of public facial rape of a male from only a few feet away. She felt herself flood with wetness, her lips wetting, then smearing her wetness onto the wooden bench.

The poor horribly embarrassed waiter hurriedly got up and bustled off, crimson at having been so flagrantly used in public.

The whore's eyes never left Debbie's face throughout the whole episode.

After regaining some semblance of self control, Debbie looked at Deni's twinkling eyes showing through her old woman's mask. "Deni, did you....?"

Trying not to laugh, Deni replied, "Yea baby! Was that hot or not?"

"NOT!" Debbie replied in a huff, crossing her arms across her chest. An audible groan went up from the growing group of males that were moving rapidly into easy viewing distance.

Within a few minutes, a waiter set four rounds of drinks in front of them. Deni tipped one toward Debbie. "Salute!" Not to be outdone, Debbie clinked her glass to Deni's and replied "Salute!" Both took the drinks down in one gulp. Their second drink went down within thirty seconds of the first. And the third was gone only a few seconds later. Deni then tipped the last one toward Debbie. "OK baby, here goes the last one! "Salute!" Debbie followed suit without hesitation.

Within minutes, Debbie, running on an empty stomach, was feeling no pain.

Another four drinks arrived.

After the waiter left again, Debbie looked at the man at the next table who had ordered drinks for them and said “Jim, ish that really you?” Her huge doe-shaped eyes blinked slowly at his surprised face.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

The man dressed as the French faggot looked straight at Debbie, her doleful large eyes, her wonderfully exposed cleavage, the alabaster skin that glowed in the black light. Without hesitation he moved to the booth that Deni and Debbie shared. “Ma Cheri! What might I do for you, my sexy bit of cheese?”

“Cheese?” Debbie was totally taken aback by the aggressive behavior of the man. Now that he was sitting right next to her, his voice did not sound at all like Jim’s she realized blearily. His hand was already on her thigh, and moving rapidly up toward the hem of her dress.

To overwhelm her defenses, the Frenchman lowered the cod piece that covered his genitalia. Debbie was looking directly at his large scrotum, and his penis which was rising toward erection as she felt his hand smoothly raise the hem of her dress to the tops of her nylon stockings. The Frenchman’s other hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her face toward his pursed lips. Debbie was overwhelmed by the multiple varied tactics being used to breach her unprepared partly sloshed defenses.

At the same time her lips were captured by the man’s lips, she felt his hand begin to touch her naked soft belly just above her sex. She could feel his unfurling penis caressing her leg above her stockings as his lips endeavored to part her lips, his tongue insistent upon gaining entrance into her mouth. His finger slipped vertically down her belly to caress her newly plucked, very sensitive fold that protected her most vulnerable sexual tissue.

As Debbie tried to lean back to free her mouth from his direct assault on her lips, her legs involuntarily spread wider, permitting his finger to slip within her wetness. His hand moved vertically as he fondled her opening and clitoris. His cock was now caressing her alabaster belly as he turned his body toward her. When Debbie tried to blindly push his entering hand away below, she instead mistakenly grasped his penile shaft, and pushed on it. His dripping wetness coated her soft white hand as she moved her hand out and back, mistakenly yanking his foreskin up and down his cock shaft as she attempted to push his hand away from her own crotch.

As he rode higher on her, she lay back on the booth seat, her legs reflexively spreading to maintain balance, which allowed him to climb on top of her. Still kissing her, his cock shaft began to caress her pussy lips, his hand still wetting her lips as it moved in and out of her sex. Unable to push him off, or even stop his digital assault, she was totally surprised when his cock entered her wetness without resistance. His body was deep between her legs now, and she could not knee him, or get her hands under his chest to push him off of her. He began pumping his rigid prick in and out of her unprotected cunt, already wet from her continuing unremitting thoughts of pleasuring herself after she got home and was in her own safe bed.

Suddenly the Frenchman was bodily picked up and removed from her body. Caught in absolute surprise, she froze there in her violated position, her opened pussy visible to all looking, her nipples outside her dress, her mouth gasping for breath, her arms raised in a useless defensive protest.

The Frenchman was bodily carried over the big strong man’s shaved head, his froggy cock flopping impotently. The big man tossed him outside the club in a heap on the side walk. After the big man returned into the bar, the Frenchman got up, tucked his pussy slimed cock back inside his cod piece, and skipped down the sidewalk, his hands in the air in a victory dance. ‘YES!!!!! I get a blow job from Deni! And shit oh-dear! I actually got my cock into her fucking cunt!’ He could not have been happier at the results of the evening. There was no question in his mind who gave the best BJs around.

Both the whore and the other French faggot were laughing uproariously.

Deni immediately skirted around the booth’s table and took Debbie in her protective arms. She wrapped her arms around her without giving Debbie a chance to rearrange her clothing. As Deni held her, Debbie began to sob, partly from fear and the resultant adrenaline rush, and partly from the incredibly intense sexual action that had just secretly excited every sense within her body. Deni held her, hushing her as she stroked her back and head. The rubber old-woman’s mask pushed against Debbie’s neck.

As Debbie’s befuddled sobs subsided, she begrudgingly realized just how excited her obstinate perfect body still was from the Frenchman’s sexual penetration, the visual stimulation of a stranger’s cock and balls, the touching of his dripping cock, and the overwhelmingly sexy kissing that had entered her mouth. God could that man kiss, she thought as her sobs quieted.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Five
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Debbie was enraged by her own rape, yet she was also strangely excited by her ever so brief experience. She was horrified by her sexual excitement from the Frenchman’s kisses, caresses, penetrations, the feel of his cock in her hand, his hard prick inside her body. She was horrified, even mortified, but still she had felt the vulgar excitement of public penetration, penetration by a stranger as others watched her body taking his stiffness inside her. Her feelings swirled and whirled in her head until she thought she might explode. Trembling, she continued to drink shots of the whiskey. Deni hushed her sobs and held her as she shivered and shuddered in shocked disbelief. Debbie shook in fury, and her totally new sexual sensations. Debbie was inexplicably both excited and angry. She could not resolve her disparate feelings. Not knowing what to do, Debbie accepted Deni’s warm comforting caresses as her mortified, mystified, curious tears dried.

Deni, for her part, was very angry with that fucking French asshole for penetrating her friend in that manner. She had specifically forbidden him to do exactly that. She made up her mind that he would receive a good fucking up his defenseless asshole as punishment. She decided to tie him up, promising him the BJ, but then fuck his sorry asshole instead. She smiled her evil smile as she planned which strap-on dildo she would use on his defenseless tender virginal opening.

In order to restart the party-hardy atmosphere, the DJ quickly played thunderous tunes with a primitive beat . Soon the dance floor was full of excited dancers gyrating, grinding, moshing their bodies together. The smell of sweat, subtle body odor, and hot perfume permeated the air.

A sense of excitement gripped the dancers, the drinkers, and the crowd. The party spirit, the knowledge that no one could tell who was who; the very anonymity became an aphrodisiac. The dancers became more risqué. Hands began to touch private parts. Hips ground against buttocks, hands caressed cleavage, hard crotches ground against wetness. Invisible pheromonal sexual signals permeated the whole bar. Semi-erections began to obviously tent trousers, wetness began seeping from widening nether lips, the need for carnal human touch began to override common sense. With the quick exchange of money in the DJ’s booth, songs tailor-made to encourage dirty dancing among the writhing dancers continued to stimulate the mood. People began to pair off. Over eager couples began to find dark corners. The pungent, delightful smells of sex triggered other couple’s ardor. The dance floor became an upright, writhing orgy.

Breasts began to peek from blouses. Nipples protruded through bras. Large anonymous hands touched strangers intimately in any place they could reach. Dresses began to rise, eager hands found sodden panties. Torn panties began to appear on sweaty heads. Soon the seated anxious women began to lay their panties and bras on their bar tables to openly advertise their sexually available hidden, anonymous nakedness. Those oh-so-obvious women were immediately rewarded by being asked to dance, and that message was not lost on the rest of the eager women. Men began to walk up behind women, cupping their breasts as they sat at their tables, or as they danced. Hands fondled tented trousers in return. Zippers began to lower. Small hands fondled strange cocks. And the primal carnal beat drove on.

Debbie sat in the booth, downing shots, watching the growing public displays of lewdness. Although she would not consciously admit it to herself, she was becoming more and more aroused. She began to notice a slight tickle along her sex lips. Subtle at first, but there none the less. As the public lewdness increased, and as the shots went down, the smell of sexual ardor increased, and she began to be aware that her nipples were hard and her body was secreting her own sexual elixir. She moved a bit, and felt the cold wetness on the bench when she moved. Looking down, she saw a small clear puddle between her thighs. Embarrassed beyond belief, she told Deni she was going to the powder room. Deni hefted her tired old woman’s body up and hobbled protectively after her.

Debbie immediately staggered to the toilet stall and pulled her short dress up. She was not at all prepared for what assaulted her eyes. Her dress was absolutely soaked beneath her perfect bubble butt. Hunching her hips forward, she looked at her thin lips, and saw that they were swollen and gapped widely open. Amazed, she placed her middle finger at their saturated opening and was amazed to realize she could enter her sex with virtually no pressure at all. Her pure white thighs were thickly coated with her own ardor. Her slight touch triggered her to need her husband’s loving servicing. A low slurring moan escaped her open bright red lip stick covered mouth, even as her finger tentatively pressed deeper within her. Her other hand rose to her nearly exposed nipple. She visualized her husband’s penis, charged, ready, hard, eager, needy, pulsing. Her finger pressed yet further inside her highly fraught vagina. She changed quickly to her long curled middle finger, then again added her index finger as she caressed deep inside herself. Her eyes closed, her hips began to move, thrusting her pelvis against her fingers as she squeezed her firm conical breast and its protruding achy nubbin. The palm of her hand caressed her erect clittie. In her growing need, her moan was no longer a soft mewl. Her wail of need was clearly audible throughout the restroom. A few drunken, understanding snickers floated back to her.

Deni’s ears perked up. “Debbie, are you OK in there?”

Debbie’s eyes flew open, her face flushed crimson in her shame. “Uhhh …. Yeah, Deni, I’m fine, uhhh ….. just thinking…..”

Deni snickered her most engaging chuckle. “Debbie sweetheart, we need to get you out there dancing honey! You haven’t danced yet tonight.”

Debbie was still too lost in her sexual need to object. “Uhhh, OK! Ummm, …. Yeah lets just go dance.” Debbie had trouble opening the toilet stall handle in her overwhelming need and her alcohol saturated state.

Deni could tell Debbie was ready for the dare. Now she had to find Jim and Bob quickly.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Six
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Deni held Debbie’s arm as Deni, in keeping with her costume, hobbled out of the women’s restroom. Walking bent over and hobbling slowly, she had plenty of time to watch the various people seated throughout the bar. Most were watching the dance floor where one woman was already on her knees giving head to three men in a small circle, and another woman was letting all comers play with her extremely well developed, naked breasts.

A small “Ooooh” went up from the crowd as someone pulled the large breasted woman’s skimpy skirt down over her hips, exposing her bare pussy to them. Stepping out if her skirt, the woman spread her legs lewdly, and began to gyrate her naked hips to the music. The surrounding dancers and watchers began to clap encouragement in time to the beat. Under the spot lights, the woman’s vagina was glistening in her arousal. Her ungainly breasts swayed back and forth as her hips thrust rhythmically forward invitingly. A man stood up and pulled his prick out, then hopped to her. Within seconds, she had taken him within her randy wetness. They humped in time to the music for a few brief moments, then the man shuddered his submission to her superior equipment. Soon after, he collapsed from within her onto the dance floor. He crawled on hands and knees back to his place, his cock dribbling cum under him as he crawled.

Another man rose and moved to service the woman’s obvious continuing need. He first buried his head into the vastness of her sloshing breasts. Using her hands and arms, she wrapped her soft mammoth fun bags around his head, and then with a flip of her torso, slung him from the dance floor. The laughs and hoots enticed the other dancers. They all gathered to watch the bawdy show.

Only two people were still watching Deni and Debbie as they pushed their way back toward their booth. Deni smiled behind her mask and headed Debbie in that direction. The eyes behind the masks were full of recognition.

As they walked, hands touched Debbie in an open familiarity as she and Deni walked slowly along. Debbie was so turned on, having been interrupted just as she was so close to cumming, that the precocious hands felt good to her.

Deni stopped Debbie just before she reached the table where the two watchers sat. One was dressed as Lil Abner, complete with the huge cowlick, massive shoulders, tiny little butt covered by skin tight trousers, and the trademark strap across only one shoulder. The other was dressed as Popeye the Sailor Man. An anonymous hand caressed Debbie’s bubble butt as they stood there watching the fracas on the dance floor. Deni could see that the large chested woman was now on all fours and taking erect visitors within her several openings.

Lil Abner stood up and took Debbie’s hand, leading her to the dance floor. Debbie, too mind-blown from alcohol and sexual need to protest, simply followed. The theme song to “Dirty Dancing” started as they entered the dance floor. It was Debbie’s favorite. Lil Abner pulled Debbie to his well muscled chest and pressed his hips against Debbie’s writhing crotch. A dreamy, enchanted look covered her beautiful face. She made no effort to withdraw from his intimate familiarity with her body. She simply danced to the primal familiar music.

Within minutes, Lil Abner turned her, pulling her firm ripe bubble butt against his wanton crotch. Deni looked at Popeye and commanded, “Get me up there!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her. They took up station on the dance floor beside Debbie and Lil Abner.

Looking down, Deni could see the erection that Debbie was rubbing her perfect bottom against. Lil Abner reached around Debbie and ran his hands up her sides, caressing the naked sides of her breasts and up to her neck. Then he ran his hands slowly down the front of her dress, moving ever so lightly across her perfect, hard, nipple-tipped cones.

Debbie’s eyes closed as she surrendered to his intimate touches. There was only her now, her, the beat, and his dancing body.

Lil Abner pulled her back around to face him, then put his hands on her buttocks, pulling her to his tented crotch. Debbie’s legs opened. She allowed her own body to move between his muscular thighs.

Deni could see the outlines of her vaginal lips pressed around each side of Lil Abner’s easily visible penile shaft. Lil Abner began to move his hips vertically against her aroused yet hidden clittie. Wetness appeared, first at the tip of Lil Abner’s penis, soaking through the front his trousers. Then, only seconds later, Deni could see the wetness of Debbie’s own arousal begin to soak through her little black dress.

Lil Abner moved his thumbs to the sides of Debbie’s hips. With each vertical pelvic thrust, her dress rose a tiny bit. In a few breathless moments, her dress was gathered above his male bulge.

Deni could see the hem of Debbie’s dress now. There was no longer any question about what Debbie’s bare clittie and pussy were pleasuring against. Each beat of the randy music was now causing her to pulse her cunt against the rampant cock that intended to fuck her, here, in public, tonight, as every one watched, including her own husband, who was upstairs watching her surreal movements like a starving hawk watches its only prey.

Lil Abner moved his hands to her shoulders, then gracefully moved them down under her shoulder straps, touching for the very first time breasts that had only been touched by one other man, her beloved husband. The wetness on the front of Lil Abner's trousers began to spread rapidly.

Yet no negative reaction from Debbie, just sensual, graceful movements to the beat of the primitive music. Encouraged, Lil Abner slowly moved her thin dress aside, exposing her perfect conical breasts to the room. Others around them began to stop dancing, turning toward them, waiting to see the unveiling of this most perfect of bodies. The crowd could innately sense the import of what was happening before them. They could sense the privileged status being afforded them as this most gorgeous woman’s perfect body was unveiled to their world.

The room quieted in expanding circular rings, as if a small white stone had been dropped into the lake where Debbie danced, held by the strong, broad-shouldered, huge-biceped man dressed as Lil Abner.

Debbie’s aroused, oblivious body danced on, matching the beat of the hips that pulsed against her nakedness. Lil Abner reached behind her hips furtively, trying not to draw attention to his hands, or what he was intending to do. He found her zipper tongue, and slowly, carefully, in small movements timed to the music, lowered her zipper from the top of her bubble butt past the hem of the skirt below.

Then, moving his hands to her front, he gently and softy raised her dress from her perfect alabaster body. Every eye in the place was glued to one perfect thing. Debbie’s sensual movements caused the entire assemblage to breath in unison as her small white body, with its perfect conical breasts and wonderfully rounded buttocks, kept perfect time. Every eye assimilated the most beautiful body any of them had ever seen. The vision before them was naked except for garter belt and the dusky nylon stockings that encased her rippling alabaster thighs. Her body was leaned back, causing her breasts to rise vertically from her snow white chest. The hollows of her belly, where it joined her hips, were pulsing to her dance as she leaned against the palms of the hands supporting the small of her back. Her ruby red nipples tipping them were proud, erect, and succulent. Her ripe firm breasts swayed gently to the music. Her smooth well muscled legs reflected light from the spot lights which seemed aimed only at her nakedness. Her hips thrust lewdly against the bulge centered on her vaginal opening. Her need to consummate this dance was awe-inspiring.

As she danced, Debbie did not open her eyes. Her exposed body still pulsed to the music, her cuntal lips spread wide around the rude thick shaft, still covered by Lil Abner’s skin tight pants. Her pussy rose up and down his cock shaft as she danced and writhed. Her breathing was rapid now, as she closed upon her need. Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she rose toward nirvana.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Seven
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Dane stood in the DJ’s box, watching his wife’s naked, perfect body being enjoyed by over five hundred people. Five hundred people looking at his wife’s delectable breasts, her tight newly plucked cunt, her impeccably smooth white skin, and those legs to die for. ‘When the hell did she pluck her cunt?’ Dane suddenly wondered distractedly. But then, here he was watching as the woman he loved most in the world was about to accept her first stranger’s cock deep into her body. And the lucky stranger was so big, so handsome, so well built. ‘God,’ Dane thought, ‘what a perfect man to be her first lover. He is such a perfect specimen of a man.’

Dane had fantasized about this very moment for years. Not this exact place really, or with these particular people watching necessarily, but he had fantasized about another man’s penis entering and pleasuring his beautiful beloved wife. He had fantasized about watching her being taken by a handsome hunk of a man who would dominate her, take her, make her cum over and over and over as Dane watched her being pleasured perfectly, pleasured well beyond his own paltry love making abilities. He craved seeing her body being entered, filled, and refilled. Stretched widely, and then filled with some handsome virile stranger’s potent sperm. He craved watching her learn to need the stranger’s penis and to want the stranger’s return to frequent her bed in order to refill her receptive womb, to give her more and more everlastingly incredible orgasms. Dane wanted to hear Debbie tell him “No sweetheart, no sex for you, I am saving myself for my incredible lover.”

He wanted to then kneel at her feet and tell her he understood completely. Tell her he knew her lover was so much better in bed than he was. Tell her that all he asked of her was that she still love him after she had been so properly and wonderfully pleasured by her virile lover. He felt strongly that would be more than enough reward for him, and for his obviously inferior penis, for his wretchedly inferior love making abilities.

Dane’s cock became so intensely hard as he thought about his wife's impending stupendous orgasms, that he began to unconsciously rub his hardness against the steel rail that protected the edges of the DJ’s booth. The caressing fluttering butterflies that filled his abdomen, and the iron handrail caressing his rigid cock were making him incredibly desperate for an orgasm. As he watched his beautiful wife rise in her pleasure, saw her perfect naked form being watched by hundreds of people, his hand dove into his costume to relieve his own desperate need. Without even thinking, he unzipped himself and fetched little Mikey from within his trousers. His hand began to stroke his steely little dick as he watched his own wife gyrating lewdly, her every sexual movement being watched by so many randy people.

Debbie’s perfect lips formed an ‘O’ of desperation as Dane watched, as he rewarded his own best friend, his little Mikey with a loving stroking. He saw the old woman with grey hair dirty dancing behind the handsome stranger that was holding his wife’s naked receptive body. The old woman then reached around Lil Abner and carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his skin tight trousers. She then reverently laid Lil Abner’s fly fully open. Her old hands reached within and coaxed the implement of his wife’s delight from its protective clothing.

Dane leaned forward, eager to catch a glimpse of the first prick, besides his of course, that would fuck Debbie's tight little cunnie.

He was SO CLOSE to seeing his long-held fantasy. Just a few more inches now, and the handsome hunk’s manly pole would impale her opening. The man would impale his deserving wife with his virile, potent phallus. Would his beloved Debbie really, finally, let a rank stranger enter her body?

Oh GOD he hoped so!

Then Dane saw the glorious god-like penis that was gliding up into public view. Dane, at long last, saw the cum filled penis that would be the implement of his wife’s delirious pleasures. He licked his lips as his eyes consumed the heavenly vision of the very fuck tool that would cause his wife to crave strange cock.

The incredible perfect cock was thick.

It was long.

It was dark.

It was heavily veined.

The head was arrow shaped, and purple, and wonderfully thick at its crown.

And it pulsed with its own internal life force.

Debbie, her face a mask of desire, continued to grind her fertile pussy against the stranger’s beautifully shaped shaft. Dane’s eyes watched the first skin to skin contact as his wife’s hips pulsed her wet clittie up and down the shaft of Lil Abner’s pre-cum dribbling cock.

Debbie's supine face rose slowly to turn toward the rigid monstrous prick that was now nakedly caressing her own sex wetted clittie. Her large liquid eyes gazed lustfully at their very public joining. She watched her cunnie stroking the dribbling shaft that was half encased within her grinding pussy lips.

Suddenly, with no warning, even as he watched his wife publicly ‘dry-fucking’ the stranger's prick, Dane’s orgasm seized him. His sticky ejaculate rose from his testicles, passing through his cock shaft, then in what seemed to Dane to be slow motion, it flew free through the air in stringy white somersaults, arching up high above the crowd, then descending toward the gyrating, naked alabaster body below. Another long stream of white sperm exploded from his orgasming cock head, also rising, turning, then arching over and falling toward the humping couple.

In utter mortification, Dane turned, and ran for the shadows, his cock still firing cum streams randomly as it waggled back and forth from his feverish, embarrassed scurrying movements. He vaguely realized that he had cum FAR more this time than he had ever cum before.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Eight
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Merla, the woman who had so enjoyed screwing the many men on the dance floor, whose huge soft bazzooms and easy pussy had so enticed the “sailors-in-port,” stood up, then turned toward Debbie. Merla watched as the gorgeous thin sexy woman’s alabaster hips pulsed up and down on the thick cock shaft embedded between her thin delectable lips. The large woman’s tongue swiped her own lips, savoring for one last time the remains of the cum she had sucked from the many men she had so wantonly serviced, even as the crowd watched, entranced. BUT NOW the fickle crowd was watching this skinny upstart woman, just because she was thin and pretty, instead of her, Merla the fuck slut.

Well, she would show them what they wanted to see! Merla stepped toward Debbie’s undulating supine form. Debbie’s pretty head was now tilted up, watching her, spotlighted body move erotically against the large cock. Merla could tell by looking at Debbie’s face that Debbie was about to cum. ‘Perfect!’ she thought, as she stepped to Debbie’s head. Merla reached under Debbie’s delicate white shoulders and supported her upper body.

Debbie lowered her head back down to horizontal and looked straight up. Above her she could see the underside of two massive breasts tipped with huge dark areola and thick nipples that protruded for over an inch from the white soft jiggly overhanging flesh. Debbie’s hands moved behind her own head, her arms encircled the thick thighs of the woman that was supporting her shoulders. Debbie relaxed into the hands of the large woman. The woman moved forward, spreading her legs, straddling Debbie’s face.

The thick layer of cum that had run from within the woman’s large deep pussy, covering her fat-marbled adipose thighs, coated Debbie’s cheeks and hair. Debbie blinked slowly, then again opened her eyes to see a huge glob of white gooey cum hanging from the woman’s thick cunt lips. The big cunt was widely gapped, and Debbie could see a short way up inside the large woman by the light reflected from her own very white skin, Debbie could see up to where a huge deposit of white stickiness seemed to hang magically within her vaginal walls. Drunk and fully consumed now by a gripping sexual need, Debbie wondered vaguely, ‘Can that really all be cum?’

Debbie’s mind was just too far gone to be able to process what was happening to her.

The large woman squatted slightly, hunching her hips forward under her, tilted her pubic mound forward, and squeezed her sloppy pussy muscles as taut as she could. Debbie felt the woman’s leg muscles contract as the hugely-gapped thick-lipped pussy above her tilted to target Debbie’s mouth and chest.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Nine
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Debbie thought she might have seen something white hurtling through the air above her just before she had dropped her head between the large woman’s legs. And just as she felt the woman’s thighs clench, she felt an oily splat strike the underside of her right breast just below her nipple. Whatever had landed on her felt wet. Then, in a few more heart beats, another splat of wetness landed on her flat white tummy. But in another instant those were forgotten when a sticky hot gooeyness that seemed to be pouring out of the large woman’s body deluged her face, ran over her neck, and coated her upturned breasts.

Debbie instinctively shut her eyes, not daring to reopen them. Her nose was also covered, which caused her to try to stop breathing. When she opened her mouth, the gooey sticky mess ran in, running down her tongue, being sucked into her wind pipe. The viscous fluid cut off her air, causing her to gag and gasp. Her face was totally covered in whatever had been forcefully ejected from the woman.

Reflexively, Debbie sat up, wrapping her legs around Lil Abner and putting her arms around his neck. As she coughed and gasped, her body moved up a bit, and the penis that had been pleasuring her engorged little clittie moved directly under her, standing erect, hard, and ready to impale her.

As Debbie coughed and hacked, trying to clear her airway, she did not notice that the advancing helmet of Lil Abner’s cock head had begun to nestle within her wet and ready vaginal opening. Lil Abner’s exceedingly sensitive cock head and shaft, however, felt it intensely, and his hips rocked reflexively pushing his prick further up inside Debbie’s sodden cunt. Debbie’s body continued to wrack with coughs causing her inner pussy muscles to sharply contract with each cough and each gasp. The encased penis invading her could feel the welcoming caressing, the milking, loving squeezes. A few more hip thrusts, and Lil Abner was firmly ensconced within her prized wet cunt, pulsing and shuddering in glee, firmly moving on its primal mission of making babies.

Debbie finally was able to re-establish her air way, and sagged slightly in relief. Relaxing even further down onto the penis as life giving air reentered her airway.

Dane had fled down the stairs from the DJ’s booth, and just as he slipped between the crowd that was standing and watching the spectacle of his beloved wife being seduced in public by the manly perfect penis he had so admired, he glimpsed the penis press up into her, and then suddenly pop through his wife’s deserving opening. Shocked, he stopped and watched his fantasy fulfilled as her sex lips swallowed the gorgeous cock, her legs and arms wrapped lovingly around the well built man. As she gasped and coughed for air, her body moved up and down, each movement impaling her farther and farther onto the hugeness that had just entered her. Dane wondered where she had learned this new technique.

Debbie’s mouth was opening and closing behind the sheet of cum that had so thickly coated her face. As it slowly ran down her cheeks and chin, she slowly recovered from the panic of being asphyxiated. Her unbidden need to orgasm continued to rise as, still gasping for air, she unconsciously pumped her spasming pussy up and down the thick cock that was stretching her small opening far wider than anything that had ever entered her body before. The thick flesh that had impaled her bottomed a few brief moments later on her cervical opening. Debbie rested on the base of the thick prick, her clittie pressing against it, his thick pubic hair tickling her extended and teased clittie as they both gasped deeply for air.

Lil Abner’s eyes behind the mask were wide in the realization he had just fully fucked his cock into the most gorgeous sexy woman he had ever known. He began to pulse up and down inside her as she was still trying to breath. Her pussy was still spasming powerfully on him from her gasping for air. Her tight vaginal sheath clenched his throbbing manhood with the most intensely erotic of vaginal caresses.

About that time, Debbie realized that she had a stranger’s cock buried up inside her carefully maintained and previously chaste body.

And it was fucking her randy cunt.

In public.

In her alcohol dimmed, sex starved, totally astonish brain, she vaguely decided not to fight the uninvited penetration. Instead, without puzzling through her decision, she simply yielded to her own internal desperate need to cum.

Dane stood there, watching his wife’s face as the cum ran down her cheeks seeming to choke her. Then he looked back down and saw the huge cock entering her tight perfect newly nude pussy, inch by inch. It looked to him like she was actually trying to force the prick further up inside her as she rode the large man with her legs wrapped around and clinging to his hips, her arms around his strong neck. Her body seemed to be bouncing up and down on his prick as it sank deeper and deeper inside her body, filling her for the first time with a gorgeous, massive, ……….. REAL MAN ……… cock.

Dane was suddenly gripped by intense fear. Yet, at the same time, he was enthralled by an intense sexual voyeuristic rush. His mind fought two fearful thoughts, ‘Would she ever want him again sexually after having had this incredible cock she was experiencing?’ And also ‘Would she leave him for the better-built, larger penised man that was cunt fucking her all the way to the very depths of her body?’

There was his beautiful wife nearly naked in full view of a huge ball room of people, every single one of them glued to the whore house drama occurring before their riveted eyes. His wife’s delicious body was wantonly fucking a man she did not even know, and she was clearly accepting his cock into her gorgeous body with utter sexual abandon.

Dane began to wonder if this was her first time, ....... if this was really her first orgy. He fearfully worried she had not been true to him as she had always claimed. In growing panic, his fears spiraled and ballooned until he was sure she was a fuck slut and a whore and was often going out fucking strangers behind his back, without even bothering to tell him.

Dane took a deep breath, trying to reign-in his fears. Would Debbie still love him? Would she still allow him to also enjoy her perfect body every once in a while? Would she periodically allow him to cum inside her, at least perhaps whenever her bigger pricked manly lovers were unavailable?

Dane doubted it even as he thought it. Surely she would want only these manly, huge cocks again and again. And the handsome masculine HE-man that was fucking her was obviously turned on by her delectable little body.

‘OH GOD!’ Dane thought, ‘Debbie is not even wearing a face mask, so any person here can recognize her again if they see her.’ Dane realized her huge cocked lover would be able to find her whenever he wanted to, and seduce her in real life, not just at this place, at this party, this fucking Halloween Ball.

His paranoia swelling out of control, his focus alternating between his growing fears and his arousal, Dane reached into relieve the cramped quarters constraining what he considered to be his inadequate cock, pulling little Mikey back out into public, unconsciously stroking his re-acquired achy erection. Others around him saw his carnal forbidden motions and retrieved their own discomfort. Soon there were twenty or thirty men all jerking off, their naked cocks pointed at Debbie’s alabaster perfection.

Astonished women looked furtively at the collected assemblage of visible masculine organs that were obviously rising to orgasm as they watched the beautiful cum covered woman get slut fucked. Hard nippled breasts began to furtively appear, the women’s own delicate hands caressing their own swollen succulent buds. Costumed dress hems rose as the primitive need to support their blood sister in her public sexual consummation re-surfaced after untold millennia of such instinctual behavior.

Like a festive gathering of pre-historic cave people, the spellbound crowd closed around Debbie, Lil Abner, and Dane. The sexual tension of a primitive clan rose toward a critical boiling point of orgasmic explosion, instinctively united in their age old sexual fertilization rites. The primal brain, sitting at the base of the mesmerized larger brain, assumed full control, and the awed assemblage unconsciously united to perform the ancestral fertilization rituals of preceding eons.

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Ten
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

The periodic coughs that still racked Debbie’s slender body continued to stimulate Lil Abner’s ensconced penis. Lil Abner, no longer able to hold back his need to fertilize the captured pussy his cock had filled so wonderfully, began to thrust into her. His thick prick pulsed every time her cough triggered her vaginal musculature and milked his sensitivity. The stimulation, the fullness, the sensation of being totally used and sexed in public was more than Debbie’s overloaded body and mind could handle. She began to shudder and mewl in her frantic unfulfilled need.

You see, Debbie had never had an orgasm before. She did not understand how to bring her own self to fruition.

She had heard Deni talk about hers. She had heard her other girlfriends make oblique references to them before. She wanted to have one. In fact Debbie wanted to experience what Deni talked about in the very worst way. But somehow with Dane it just never seemed to happen. She loved Dane with all her heart. But she had never quite “gotten there” with him.

On the other hand, she had never felt like she did right now. EVER! Her flat well defined belly was now chock full of fluttering butterflies. The skin covering her abdomen was crawling with tickles. Her logical, detail-oriented, but overloaded brain could not quite think of the right words to describe how her hugely stretched pussy felt right then. There were just no right words that came to mind, …. besides maybe “stuffed.” ………….. “Full.” Another word that seemed to fit was “Stretched.” ………. and also . . “Deep!”

Lil Abner, unable to contain himself any longer, began to pound into her, boosting her thin, small, cum-speckled body into the air with each plunge of his cock up into her throbbing deliriously wet need. Debbie had never received such powerful cock strokes before. When Dane made love to her, he was always gentle, but tentative. Lil Abner’s cock seemed to OWN her body, possessed her, to use her as HE wished. He was slamming deep into her sex, slamming her clittie so powerfully that her breasts would bounce up, then settle back down onto her chest in a jiggling recoil. Debbie’s nipples got harder and more sensitive with each scraping slide down the rough fabric of Lil Abner’s shirt. Her bouncing breasts caused her whole body to quiver each time she came back down on the manly penis pistoning deep into her carnal needy tunnel.

Behind her she heard a grunting groaning sigh of release, then she felt wet sloppy cum hit her right cheek. The sight of that sperm spewing and landing on her body triggered other eager cocks, and her body began to be pelted by sticky cum stream after sticky cum stream as the pressing crowd released their building sexual tensions onto her body. As each man ejaculated onto her then sat down, another would take his place, their cocks already hard from watching her rising need, her openly public sexual acceptance of their cummings, and her body’s penetration by the huge cock right before their fascinated eyes. The streams of milky essence, spew after potent spew found their marks, covering her perfect body inch by random inch. More and more men stroked themselves, their cocks and flopping balls flagrantly displayed to everyone there, as they fondled themselves, and each found their relief while targeting her body. The slimy coating of manly goo began to run down her back and sides. Soon her back, belly and chest seemed covered from her shoulders down to her thrusting grinding impaled hips. Feeling their own need to be a part of the ritual, the women began to handle the rampant unending parade of fertile cocks, caressing and stroking them while pointing them at the increasingly cum covered woman. As they stroked the indiscriminate stranger’s cocks to fruition many would furtively finger themselves to orgasm, many coming just as the stranger’s cocks in their hands exploded. The men began to simply walk forward when their turn came, presenting their already stiff penises to the women standing there who would then jerk them off onto Debbie’s viscously clad body. The thundering orgasms assumed almost an assembly line quality. The weight of the sperm clinging to Debbie’s body began to grow.

Even Lil Abner began to tense, his scrotum contracting, his penis hardening further into a steel rod smashing in and out of her suckling flesh. Then, finally, with an animalistic, growling howl, he released his potent copious baby making sperm deep inside her belly. Debbie could feel the heat, the wetness, the hydraulic pressure of the stream of cream pouring from Lil Abner’s balls up through his rigid prick directly onto the deepest foundation of her womb. His spurting jiz filled her. Her womb was so tightly encased around his thick penis that after only a few streams of Lil Abner’s cum had been jacked into her, his cum pumped forcefully back down from between her pussy lips. The site of cum squirting from within her perfect body triggered many more surrounding ejaculatory orgasms. Debbie’s little body was rapidly cocooned in male cum.

The old woman knew that the right time had come. She signaled to the large bald man that had so unceremoniously pulled the French faggot from on top of Debbie and thrown him out of the bar. The large man was now naked, and his stiff prick wobbling before him was long, but thin. The old woman raked cum from Debbie’s body then reached under Debbie’s bottom. With gentle but firm pressure, the old woman’s fingers probed Debbie’s’ anal opening with her slick cum covered fingers, gently squishing palm full after palm full of lubricating cum up into her anal opening. Even through her sensual delirium Debbie sensed the new intrusions and turned to protest the invasion of her only remaining sacral opening.

The old woman looked up at Debbie’s confused face and said in a voice that only Debbie could hear, “Debbie, I dare you to let Joel fuck you in your asshole. Remember Joel honey?”

Debbie looked at the old woman’s face and shook her head no. But the old woman could see the look of uncertainty in her best friend’s eyes.

The old woman then shouted over the churning murmuring din, “Debbie, I double-dog-dare ya to let Joel cum in your asshole!” The watching crowd howled their approval and support.

Debbie had never in her life turned down a double-dog-dare. And Deni damn-well knew that. Smiling behind her mask, she turned to the tall man, and said, “OK Joel, come here and have your fantasy, …. bring that long prick of yours here and let’s get our sexy little slut’s asshole fertilized too.”

Joel stepped forward, his long cock jutting proudly out in front of him. Deni took the stiff slim rod, coated it thickly with the cum of many men, then guided it to Debbie’s only virgin opening. Debbie looked back over her shoulder and saw her very first lover, the very one that she and Deni had competed over, preparing to use her untried opening. Her memories of her first exciting sexual experience flooded her. In the split second that those happy memories made her grin she realized that his long thin cock had run up into and past her small virginal sphincter. She felt no pain, only a new shuddering joy at this untried conquering.

Lil Abner instantly felt the renewed stimulation from Debbie’s ass being fucked. His still semi-erect penis immediately hardened again. Soon both men were mercilessly hammering her slim, compliant, yielding body. The old woman, removed her mask, then reached up behind Lil Abner and untied his mask.

As Debbie turned back toward Lil Abner, she was greeted by the handsome virile face of her fantasy lover that lived below her. Her fantasy man Jim radiated his most endearing smile at her. Laughing in glee, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him with deep tongued passion. This caused her bottom to rise, clearing the way for Joel to long-stoke in and out of her rear portal. The enraptured crowd watched as he long-fucked her tight little ass with his eleven inch dick.

More men raptured, shooting their grateful gifts of copious cum onto their sex goddess’s beautiful cum cocooned body. Then, spent and emptied, they faded back, leaving room for a whole new crew of stiff cocked men to move within targeting distance. The almost continuous volley of cums continued to coat the fuck-entwined threesome.

Joel was, at last, realizing his fantasy of a decade: to have that perfect little ass of his very first lover.

Jim was living his fantasy of the past six years while he had lived directly below this gorgeous creature.

And Debbie was getting the most incredible sexing of her life.

Dane, watching what had been his fantasy turn into an orgy, again wondered if he would ever again make love to his beloved wife. He wondered, as cum load after cum load struck her body, if she would emerge from this experience the same loving wonderful friend she had always been to him. His uncertainty forced tears into his eyes. His heart thundered a million beats a minute. His stomach churned, threatening to make him run for the restroom from fear, uncertainty, and stress.

Slowly relaxing into Jim’s strong protective arms, Debbie’s previously quiescent sexual spirit rose, her vagina tightened, then began to spasm out of control. Finally her carefully controlled mind blew wide open. At long last she shuddered into an overpowering, unbelievably intense, publicly exposed orgasm.

Her orgasm lasted through the explosion of Joel’s long thin prick firing thick cum deep inside her ass.

Her orgasm lasted through the second explosion of Jim’s thick cocked spurting deep inside her shuddering pussy.

Her orgasm lasted through the placing of a small round table under her prone, spasming body.

And it lasted through man after man using her writhing quaking body for their own purposes, some using her front, some using her bottom, some even finding release in her mouth or between her firm conical breasts.

Her near eternal orgasm rose, spiraling upward until the dazzling light from above simply swallowed her soul. Debbie’s spasming, shuddering body passed out lying there on the table, her head hanging over one end, her legs and arms played wide open and available. Her body shivered for a long time, even as she lay there passed out cold.

Eventually the line of men slowed, then dwindled out, and their sperm stopped flying.

Debbie lay there, covered thickly with virile seed smothering her alabaster skin.

Dane sat down beside his wife, shell shocked, shaking, afraid as he had never been afraid before. He checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive. As he sat there, powerless to turn back the clock to a safer time, the bartender walked up, took out his cock, and unceremoniously entered her cum filled cunt. He stroked in and out of Dane’s wife, only a few inches from Danes slack face. He fucked her hard for a bit, then realizing her pussy was just too widely stretched and too full of the cum of others to achieve his orgasm, raised her limp legs over her head, lowered his cock and entered her relaxed, open, and cum lubed anus. Within a few brief moments of unfeeling fucking, he added his own cum inside the unconscious cum coated woman he saw only as fuck meat.

He stepped away, wiped his cock on Dane’s shirt, then dropped himself back into his pants, zipped up and walked away.

Dane felt Deni’s hand on his shoulder. “Well sweetie, was that what you wanted to see?” Deni did not smile when she said it.

Dane looked at her face, now free of the old woman’s mask. He was numb, emotionally bankrupt. “I-I-I-I don’t k-k-know Deni, I am so afraid I m-m-m-might have lost her.” Dane began to sob.

Deni frowned thoughtfully. “Well Dane, lets get her cleaned up and back home.” Deni placed a basket full of warm damp towels on an adjoining table and began to wash the thick coating of cum from her unmoving body. After twenty minutes of careful and loving cleaning, Deni helped Dane replace his wife’s dress.

Dane then lovingly picked her up, and cradled her to his car, carefully placing her in the front seat. After buckling her seat belt, full of fear for their future, he drove off toward their home.

The Beginning

Debbie’s Halloween Ball Part Eleven
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

Debbie, exhausted by her first intense and incredibly long orgasm, an orgasm so intense that she had passed out, did not stir when Dane laid her lovingly in her own bed, the bed that had been their somewhat vanilla play pen during their sexual lovings.

Deni put her arm around Dane. “Hon, I would suggest that it be me sleeping beside her when she wakes up, not you. Why don’t you go get a motel for the night, and let me talk to her in the morning. I’ll call you tomorrow when she is awake and ready to talk with you. She will have to gin up her courage to confess to you what happened tonight.”

Dane nodded, fearful tears filling his eyes again. Feeling guilt and terror, he began to sob quietly.

“It may be late tomorrow before she is ready to see you. In fact, maybe you should plan on coming back on your regular schedule in two days. Why don’t you give me a few days to bring her around to accepting her newfound sexuality, OK?”

Dane threw his arms around his wife’s best friend, still sobbing, and held her tight for a long time. After a bit his sobs subsided, and as he gradually relaxed his hug, Deni again encouraged him to stick to his previous schedule of coming home.

Recognizing that that made sense, Dane reluctantly agreed.

He softly kissed his sleeping wife’s forehead, gently caressed her cheek, then turned and left the Master Bedroom where he had first experienced his wife’s incredible body. He waved sadly at Deni, then left, the garage door slamming behind him a few moments later.

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The next morning, shortly after eight o’clock, Deni popped out of bed, used the lady’s room, showered, and then cooked her best friend and herself breakfast. Deni knew that her friend would be famished, and would need all her strength to accept her new, improved self.

With a food tray full of a stack of ten flap jacks, a mountain of bacon, a half dozen scrambled eggs, a carton of milk, half a loaf of buttered and thickly jammed toast, a jug of maple syrup, and last but not least, a cup of strong black coffee for her best friend. Deni walked carefully down the hallway to the Dane and Debbie’s married bedroom.

Deni set the heaping tray of food down on the foot of the bed, then crawled under the covers to hold and caress Debbie’s sleeping form. Still dreaming, Debbie snuggled her butt back against Deni’s hips, gently groaning in sleepy delight.

Deni pressed her hand softly against Debbie’s breast, rubbing her palm on Debbie’s nipple. Debbie groaned again, again wriggling delightedly in her sleep. Deni, encouraged, moved her hand under Debbie’s nightgown and found her bottom. As she caressed it, Debbie drew her legs up to her chest, giving Deni full access to her previously access restricted openings.

Deni, never one to turn down such a golden opportunity, and knowing that Debbie was most likely dreaming of her previous night, supplied the stimulation that Debbie needed to rise again toward nirvana. Deni’s fingers fondled Debbie’s carnal, still milky lips, her sweet, still-leaking rosebud, and Debbie’s swelling clittie as Debbie dreamed of huge cocks and double penetrations. Her drowsy mutterings seemed to include words which began with F and S and B. Her body began to rock against Deni’s fingers as she sought what her mind remembered of the night before. She began to grunt softly as Deni inserted first one, then two, and then three fingers into her sodden, sperm stained orifice. Deni then ran a cum coated thumb into Debbie’s recently violated anus. Deni could feel Debbie’s body begin to slightly spasm in well-deserved release. Deni filled and thrust into and emptied Debbie for quite some time until Debbie finally emitted a long loud wailing grunt of release. Debbie then settled down, again snuggling lovingly back against Deni’s receptive body. Deni held her friend again, kissing her back as Debbie groggily muttered, “God, what a dream!”

Deni snickered softly. “Morning sleepy head!” she said softly. Debbie turned over and looked at Deni.

“Well Hi, . . . Deni?” She looked confused. Debbie suddenly winced. “Dang my head hurts!” she complained. “How much did I drink last night?”

It was Deni’s grinned. “Enough,” she answered.

“How much was that?” Debbie asked, her face suddenly frowning. “Oh gaaaaaawd!” She put her hand to her mouth, covering it as her eyes tried to focus on her foggy memory. “Was that a dream or was it real?” she asked, her face showing disgust at what she thought she remembered.

Deni didn’t want to cause her friend any more anguish than absolutely necessary. “Relax baby, Dane wanted it to happen, watched it all go down, and came three times himself while you learned to cum, honey. He loved every second of watching you be so sexy.”

Debbie was silent for a long time. She knew that one thing Deni never ever did was lie to her. Finally she asked, “Was it really Jim?” She thought for a minute, then added “In my front?”

Deni nodded. “Yeah honey, want me to call him up and have him come down and let you feel it in you again, while your not so tipsy?”

Deni could see her friend blush at Deni’s brazen words. Without hesitating, Deni plunged ahead in her own seduction of her best friend. “What say we eat first, then call him. I’m starving, and you need food to start sobering up!”

Debbie, following her usual routine, ate just toast sparingly while sipping her coffee, but enjoyed watching Deni wolf down mountain’s of food. About half way through the feast, Debbie asked “Was that honest to god Joel in my . . . . bottom?”

Deni giggled as she continued to eat. She nodded her head, her eyes twinkling in delighted merriment that her dear friend seemed to be taking it all pretty much in stride.

When Deni was finally done eating, Debbie looked at Deni and blushingly smiled. “So that’s an orgasm, huh?”

Deni smiled broadly as she nodded.

“What took me so long?” Debbie’s mind was obviously reliving the event, the sensations. Suddenly she blurted out “I want more. Let’s do call Jim! And call Joel. Call some more men, god, if my husband really does like me doing it, I am darned sure going to enjoy it a lot from now on!”

She scampered into the bathroom and did her duty, showered assiduously, and then dressed in a black see-through camisole, reappearing just in time to welcome the men into her marital bedroom.

“Come on, get naked guys! Today, I want you without you having to play games to have me. I want to experience last night again, but this time with no alcohol blocking my memory, OK?” She blushed and giggled as she walked to Jim and began to kiss him, pressing her beautiful breasts against his chest. She beckoned to Joel to join them.

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Dane, who had been beside himself with worry all night and all day, frantically grabbed his cell phone when it rang. He almost leaped for joy when he realized it finally was Deni on his cell phone. Deni quickly told him to stop worrying, that Debbie had calmed down completely when she found out that Dane was not angry with her. “In fact, hon, listen carefully while I walk into your bedroom.” Deni held the phone with the cell phone microphone pointed straight ahead as she walked toward the side of the bed.

Dane could clearly hear the slap slap slap of hips striking buttocks, the moans of his wife as she was again serviced deeply and fruitfully by her enviably hung neighbor. After letting Dane listen to his wife and her lover, Deni informed Dane, “Dane, this is already their fourth time fucking today, hon! Debbie has already cum seven times, and passed out twice. Her kitty is chock full of Jim’s sperm, and guess what! Joel has already cum three more times in your wife’s sweet little ass!” Deni giggled. “I think we have her comfortable with sex now. If you want to watch, come on home, but don’t give up your motel room, cause the guys are all staying the night, hon!”

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By the time Dane had hurried home, the guys were all passed out on the couple’s marital bed and Deni was gleefully cleaning her best friend of the sperm the men had so joyously contributed to her needs. Just as he walked into the bedroom, Debbie started cumming again from Deni’s tongue and fingers. After her orgasm ebbed, she looked dreamily at her husband, smiling up at him as she caressed Deni’s head. She held out one hand to her husband, motioning for him to come to her. She pulled her husband’s head down and kissed him deeply. Dane could taste the other men on her tongue. She whispered into his ear, “Honey, I love you, but you are now officially married to a slut baby. I sure hope you can stand the thrill of it. I love absolutely fucking now! I really don’t think I could give it up! I hope you won’t ask me to. When Deni is done enjoying me, and while I am waiting for Jim to get hard again, you can put your wee-wee in me if you want to, ok?” She kissed him again passionately, her hand already unbuttoning his shirt. “Get naked honey, I want to toy with your wee-wee while the guys are all fucking your wife’s cunt again.”

Dane quickly, almost frantically shucked his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Debbie kissed him passionately when he returned to her. Her hand fondled his penis. It sprang from a semi hard erection to a full blown rock in seconds.

“Want to see if I still feel the same, honey? You know, see if your wee-wee can tell the difference in her after being used by the guys?”

Dane quickly climbed between his wife’s widely spread thighs, noticing as he did so that her cute little bald pussy was widely open and running with the other men’s jizz juices. He could see down her tunnel a ways, in fact, and realized that her cunny was full almost to overflowing with the other men’s cum. There was a puddle of cream in her.

As he slowly pressed his penis into his wife’s cunt, he could feel almost nothing until the head of his dick entered the pool of sperm saturating there. He pushed himself on in and felt the heat of their copious deposits being kept warm by her randy incubation chamber.

Dane realized that his wife was no longer tightly fitting around his cock like she had always been their whole marriage. In fact, it felt like she was not really interested in his penetration, but instead just resting as he thrust repeatedly into her body. He felt the other men’s sperm sloshing onto his pubic hair as he frantically slammed his cock into his wife’s stretched and flaccid cunt.

He looked up at her.

She was watching him, her eyes lovingly focused on her husband’s face. She smiled at him. “Do I feel different honey? Can you tell that I am now being used to pleasure more men’s privates than just yours? Can you tell that Jim’s big one has been in there?” She giggled. “LOTS of times today?” She watched his frantic efforts at copulation with her for a bit. “Honey, are you glad I did what you asked Deni to get me to do? Are you glad I am now much more of a slut? I adore fucking now baby! And oh my god do I cum hard when Jim is inside me! Wait until you see how hard I cum when he fucks your wife’s cunt honey!” She looked over at Jim to see if his cock was reviving yet. “Jimmy, baby! Are you ready to fuck me again so my husband can watch how much you make me cum?”

Jim chuckled. “Debbie honey, you will have to suck me to get me hard, but yes, I would love to show Dane what my huge cock does to you!”

Debbie looked at her husband. “Honey, why don’t you let me get on my hands and knees so I can suck on Jim’s big cock while you do me from behind, like you like to do so much?” Without waiting for Dane to climb off, Debbie swung her leg over the top of Dane’s head and quickly got on her knees, her mouth immediately engulfing Jim’s cock.

Dane watched in wonder as his hitherto prissy wife wolfed Jim’s prick. Dane’s eyes watched his wife’s cheeks as they contorted to accommodate the size of their neighbor’s unit. ‘My god he is HUGE!’ thought Dane as he watched his wife so very obviously enjoying having the huge member in her mouth.

Jim’s cock slowly swelled. Debbie then squealed in delight as she flopped back onto the bed, her thighs widely spread, and held out her hand to guide Jim’ monster into her cunt, her delighted eyes raptly focused on his bulbous cock head as he walked on his knees up between her welcoming thighs. She eagerly grabbed it, then guided it directly into her gaping cunt. “Oh ogd yeah!” she sighed as Jim drove his member home. “Oh god yeah! Now THIS is fucking the way God meant for it to be!” she mewled.

Within seconds, Dane could see her eyes roll back behind her eyelids as Debbie began to meet the thrusts of her conquering lover. He stared at his wife’s delighted, almost ethereal face as she eagerly fucked the huge cock that was her hearts delight.

Deni moved in front of Dane and began to suck on his penis. Dane looked down long enough to see the look of placid lust on Deni’s face, then looked back up to watch his wife as she soared in lust toward nirvana, pleasure in a way he knew he could never provide for her.

Dane exploded in Deni’s mouth at the same time that Jim exploded inside his wife’s welcoming captured cunt. They lay locked together by Debbie’s legs for a long time as Deni gently nursed on Dane’s flaccid penis. After a bit, she looked up at him and offered, “Any time you need to cum, just give me a call, hon, I’ll give you a BJ, since obviously your wife’s stretched out cunt will no longer afford you an orgasm.”

Dane told himself that he was OK with that resolution. His darling Debbie still loved him, and he told himself that nothing else mattered. And Deni was damned good with her mouth!

Dane and Debbie lived happily ever after.

Fascinating book to read

2008-11-01T10:49:00.000-07:00

I am currently reading a book that has literally enthralled me. It answers so many questions that have plagued me since my earliest sunday school days.

For instance, who was this mysterious Joseph of Arimathea that was given the body of Jesus off the cross?

For Instance, why did someone give Jesus a drink of (yucky face here) vinegar and gall (Matthew 27:34)? And just what IS gall? Why would a man on a cross having been crucified even drink it?

I had bought this book a couple of years ago when I went to the Dead Sea Scrolls Exhibit in Seattle. I was enthralled by the exhibit and bought several books, this being one of them.

The title of the book always had seemed a little weird to me. I had just finished reading Brown's book "The DaVinci Code" before going to the exhibit.

So the book languished on my book shelves for a couple of years. One day I had run out of books to read and picked it up, asking msyelf, "Why not?"

OH MY GOD! It is so fascinating! Maybe the most fascinating book I have ever read in my whole life!

The title is "Bloodline of the Holy Grail" and the author is Laurence Gardner. This guy has forgotten more than I will ever know about the Bible!

Buy the book and read it. Let it tie up all the hanging strings in you mind. I have marked this book up more than any college text I ever had, believe me!

Solving the current Financial Crisis

2008-09-29T20:32:00.000-07:00

So . . .

“Your reasoning is excellent, it is only your basic assumptions that are wrong.”

If the US government were to take the 700 billion dollars they are throwing about so blithely, and instead of bailing out “Wall Street”, and instead split it equally between all American Citizens, each citizen would be given 2 million 300 thousand dollars!

The instantaneous income tax put back into the treasury would be about 343 billion dollars, or almost half of what was distributed to “We the People”.

If each person were required to put 90% of that money into a bank or retirement account of their choice, EACH person could then be paid monthly $ 45,500 for the rest of their life, based on a 3% rate of return on their banking. This would have several instantaneous benefits:

1. The cash crunch in the banks would instantly be solved
2. Each person could pay their mortgages or rent
3. All mortgage defaults would be resolved
4. Social security payments would no longer be required so taxes for social security could stop
5. People would by stocks based on value of their new IRA or SEP, the stock market would boom
6. People could then borrow on their savings account, and have the payments secured by their annual cash distribution. The housing market would rebound and again be viable.

So why will this not happen?
Because: The government wants us dependent on the government. If they did this, we would no longer be dependent on them.

Population of US now 305,293
Bail out bill amount 700,000,000,000
# in Family
1 2,292,879.30
2 4,585,758.60
3 6,878,637.90
4 9,171,517.20
5 11,464,396.50
6 13,757,275.80
7 16,050,155.10
8 18,343,034.40

49% 1,123,510.86
Tax collected: 343,000,000,000.00
Left after taxes: 1,169,368.44
90% 1,052,431.60
Pmt Annually ($45,530.69)

The Obama Tidal Wave

2008-08-21T10:57:00.000-07:00

The Obama Tidal Wave

By: Bill Brown of the Billy Graham Team [Bill Brown, is a highly respected, retired member of the Billy Graham team]

We are witnessing a political phenomenon with Barack Obama of rare magnitude.

His speeches have inspired millions and yet most of his followers have no idea of what he stands for except platitudes of 'Change' or that he says he will be a 'Uniter'.

The power of speech from a charismatic person truly can be a powerful thing. Certainly Billy Graham had charisma. Both his manner of speech and particularly the content changed millions.

On the extreme other hand, the charisma of Adolph Hitler, too, inspired millions and the results were catastrophic.

Barack Obama certainly is no Hitler or a Billy Graham, but for many Americans riding on the Obama Tidal Wave it is just like a surfer who might be ecstatic and euphoric while riding a tidal wave, but the reality of the ride is what happens when it hits shore.

Just Some of What Defines Barack Obama:

1. He voted for partial birth abortion.
2. He voted no on notifying parents of minors who get out-of-state abortions.
3. Supports affirmative action in Colleges and Government (quotas).
4. In 2001 he questioned harsh penalties for drug dealing as being too severe.
5. Says he will deal with street level drug dealing as minimum wage affair.
6. Admitted his use of marijuana and cocaine in high school and in college.
7. His religious convictions are very murky.
8. He is willing to meet with Fidel Castro, Hugo Chavez, Kim Jung Il and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. [without pre-conditions]
9. Has said that one of his first goals after being elected would be to have a conference with all Muslim nations. Why?
10. Opposed the Patriot Act.
11. First bill he signed that was ever passed was campaign finance reform.
12. Voted to allow law suits against gun manufacturers.
13. Supports universal health-care.
14. Voted yes on providing habeas corpus for Guantanamo detainees.
15. Supports granting driver's licenses to illegal immigrants.
16. Supports extending welfare to illegal immigrants.
17. Voted yes on comprehensive immigration reform.
18. Voted yes on allowing illegal aliens to participate in Social Security.
19. Wants to make the minimum wage a 'living wage'.
20. Voted with Democratic Party 96 percent of 251 votes. (241 votes Demo, 10 votes Republican).
21. Is a big believer in the separation of church and state.
22. Opposed to any efforts to Privatize Social Security and instead supports increasing the amount of tax paid into Soc. Sec. Tax Increase.
23. He voted No on repeal ing the Alternative Minimum Tax which now hits middle income brackets. Tax Increase.
24. He voted No on repealing the 'Death' Tax. Tax Increase.
25. He wants to raise the Capital Gains Tax. Tax Increase.
26. Has repeatedly said the surge in Iraq has not succeeded...which is not true.
27. He is ranked as the most liberal Senator in the Senate today and that takes some doing.

If your political choices are consistent with Barack Obama's and you think that his positions will bring America together or make it a better place, then you will probably enjoy the ride and not forward this Email.

If you are like most Americans, that after examining what he stands for, are truly not in line with his record, it would be prudent to get off the wave or better yet, never get on, before it comes on shore and undermines the very foundations of this great Country. We have limited time to save America or the Supreme Court as we know it.

Inaction IS action.

Bill Brown
Billy Graham Team, Retired

Thoughtful Words by actor Jon Voight

2008-08-17T08:46:00.000-07:00

OP-ED

VOIGHT: My concerns for America

[Jon Voight is an Academy Award-winning actor who is well-known for his humanitarian work.]

We, as parents, are well aware of the importance of our teachers who teach and program our children. We also know how important it is for our children to play with good-thinking children growing up.

Sen. Barack Obama has grown up with the teaching of very angry, militant white and black people: the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Louis Farrakhan, William Ayers and Rev. Michael Pfleger. We cannot say we are not affected by teachers who are militant and angry. We know too well that we become like them, and Mr. Obama will run this country in their mindset.
The Democratic Party, in its quest for power, has managed a propaganda campaign with subliminal messages, creating a God-like figure in a man who falls short in every way. It seems to me that if Mr. Obama wins the presidential election, then Messrs. Farrakhan, Wright, Ayers and Pfleger will gain power for their need to demoralize this country and help create a socialist America.

The Democrats have targeted young people, knowing how easy it is to bring forth whatever is needed to program their minds. I know this process well. I was caught up in the hysteria during the Vietnam era, which was brought about through Marxist propaganda underlying the so-called peace movement. The radicals of that era were successful in giving the communists power to bring forth the killing fields and slaughter 2.5 million people in Cambodia and South Vietnam. Did they stop the war, or did they bring the war to those innocent people? In the end, they turned their backs on all the horror and suffering they helped create and walked away.

Those same leaders who were in the streets in the '60s are very powerful today in their work to bring down the Iraq war and to attack our president, and they have found their way into our schools. William Ayers is a good example of that.

Thank God, today, we have a strong generation of young soldiers who know exactly who they are and what they must do to protect our freedom and our democracy. And we have the leadership of Gen. David Petraeus, who has brought hope and stability to Iraq and prevented the terrorists from establishing a base in that country. Our soldiers are lifting us to an example of patriotism at a time when we've almost forgotten who we are and what is at stake.

If Mr. Obama had his way, he would have pulled our troops from Iraq years ago and initiated an unprecedented bloodbath, turning over that country to the barbarianism of our enemies. With what he has openly stated about his plans for our military, and his lack of understanding about the true nature of our enemies, there's not a cell in my body that can accept the idea that Mr. Obama can keep us safe from the terrorists around the world, and from Iran, which is making great strides toward getting the atomic bomb. And while a misleading portrait of Mr. Obama is being perpetrated by a media controlled by the Democrats, the Obama camp has sent out people to attack the greatness of Sen. John McCain, whose suffering and courage in a Hanoi prison camp is an American legend.

Gen. Wesley Clark, who himself has shame upon him, having been relieved of his command, has done their bidding and become a lying fool in his need to demean a fellow soldier and a true hero.

This is a perilous time, and more than ever, the world needs a united and strong America. If, God forbid, we live to see Mr. Obama president, we will live through a socialist era that America has not seen before, and our country will be weakened in every way.

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Second Evening

2008-06-26T22:36:00.002-07:00

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Second Evening
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

Our sleep was undisturbed until about four that afternoon. I awakened to hear whispering outside our little house of ill repute. I tiptoed to the window only to see three of the guys holding a garter snake, trying to decide if they should put it on the step then knock, I suspected. I decided to be the first to spring a surprise. On the counter was a paper bag containing a few candy pars (chocolate is the whore’s main staple, you know). I emptied the bag quietly then blew it up. Gripping the top of the bag tightly, I tiptoed over to the door, took the handle in one hand, threw it open wide with a huge bang, then popped the paper bag. The guys dropped the snake and then had the scare of their life as they tried to dance their way around it as it curled on the ground amongst their feet.

I laughed so hard I peed myself. Karen peed herself from the bang.

All in all though, Karen and I agreed we had won that round. She told the story that night around the campfire with the poor guys so embarrassed that they had to excuse themselves for a few moments.

During dinner, several of the guys decided that they needed to use their whores as dining wear. Karen’s and my tummies became their plates, while our sweet little pussies became their glasses. An olive filled our navels. Thank god no steaks were laid on us.

After dining to their hearts content, the guys took us for dishwashing to the shower they had rigged up. It had wonderfully heated water, an almost unlimited supply, and had been installed inside a horse trailer. At least ten of the guys joined us in our shower. We were incredibly clean by the time the guys were done washing us. Somehow, lots of sperm had to be repeatedly washed out of our sullied orifices.

That night around the camp fire, as the guys sang songs and told dirty jokes, they passed us from lap to lap until we had been passed around three times. No one seemed to mind the sloppiness of our kitties. Most of the guys were up for the second trip around their circle, but only a few were up for the third pass. One of the guys still up for number three was Karen’s enamored young man. He escorted us back to the red light district, invited himself in, and again pleasured his tiny whore until after I was fast asleep. He stayed the night, and was still there the next morning when the five o’clock crew started arriving.

That night I dreamed of kittens, mother cats nursing them, and heard their pitiful meows when they lost their mother’s teat. Their meows sounded much like Karen’s sounds of blissful orgasm.

TBC

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Later that morning, the First Morning

2008-06-26T22:36:00.001-07:00

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Later that morning, the First Morning
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

Most of these guys are early risers. And most of them wake up in “the morning after” with a stiff neediness that brings them knocking on our whorehouse door around five AM. We camp whores have to be ready for their onslaught of early morning testicular sperm pressure.

Normally we have about two-thirds of the camp at our doors, standing in line. But this particular morning, only about eight showed up. I sensed that some thing was afloat. Sure enough! We looked out the window and there were about ten guys whacking off into a bowl of something. I suspected it was our biscuits, sausage and gravy that Chefie specializes in. I tapped that out on my PDA for Karen to see. She giggled as she wrinkled her nose. Then I tapped out “We have to pretend it is the best we have ever tasted! That way the guys won’t do it again.”

They so love to do practical jokes.

So Karen and I began to devise our own joke on them.

When they started cumming, they were laughing and giggling like school girls at their first school dance,

Karen and I donned our whore’s uniforms and headed out for breakfast. We both chowed down, but pretended not to be interested in the gravy dish.

Pretty soon the guys started egging us into trying the biscuits and gravy. Now, just so you know, I LOVE biscuits and gravy, especially with sausage in it. After a bit, one of them went over to the Chef and talked him into acting like he had hurt feelings since I was not wolfing down his Biscuits and Gravy. I countered with tapping into my PDA, “Any of you guys have any “crème” for my coffee?” Karen read it to them with a wicked smile on her face.

I almost fell off my bench when Karen’s young beau volunteered to supply crème for my coffee. I hate coffee, but for this I had to do the joke. He got his talliwhacker out and started whacking! Everyone was rooting him on. He got red in the face with his efforts. Finally he did manage to eek out a few pearly drops. I think he had already mounted Karen seven times in twelve hours! So this was his eighth go! What a guy!

Karen and I then dished out huge helpings of the biscuits and gravy. The guys were like four year olds as they leaned in to watch us eat their cummies. As we ate, the guys kept waiting for our reaction. After two biscuits, Karen started chattering about how these were the best biscuits she had ever had in her whole life. I nodded my agreement as I dished out a few more onto my plate. Finally the guys could no longer keep their secret, and one of them spilled the beans, so to speak. Karen and I pretended to be upset and swore we would get even with them. I winked at the president of the group just so they would know we really didn’t feel upset. Actually, the cum really did enhance the taste!

Soon thereafter the guys started saddling up. I continued to eat a large helping of hotcakes, four eggs, and some toast with butter and jam. The cook was watching me eat all this stuff and getting more and more intrigued. Finally he had to ask, “Deni, where in the hell do you put all of that food? You can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet! Where do you stow all that food? Do you eat like this all the time?”

Karen explained that I have to have at least five thousand calories a day or I lose weight. Thank God for my darling sethi. He puts out this type of meal three times a day for me. I snack in between and so far since he has been cooking for me, I have managed to hold onto my weight! Thank you sethi!

As soon as the last stragglers had left for their horseback ride, Karen and I returned to bed to get our rest. The guys would be back in six hours or so, and they would need our services again. We had to be ready.

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Evening

2008-06-23T22:19:00.001-07:00

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Evening
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

The dinner that evening was incredible, and we were both ravenous. I always eat like a pack of jackals at a desert kill anyway. But even Karen who tends to eat like a field mouse was chowing down a huge plateful of chef’s special. The men kept trying to hold a conversation while their two little whores sat there in their filmy negligee and panty sets, our titties almost on display. As soon as dessert was served, and we had wolfed that down as well, one of the guys unceremoniously picked Karen up and sat her on his erection. How he got it out without anyone noticing is beyond me, but it may have been the chocolate crème pie with real whipped cream we were gobbling down.

Karen yelped as she was impaled. The surprise seemed to trigger something inside her, or perhaps I should say “re-triggered” something inside her. In any case she started shuddering and moaning as the man “bounced her up and down on his ‘knee’”. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she finally just passed out in his arms! He got bonus cowboy points for that.

Several more of the guys arrived just before dinner and a few more during dinner, so Karen and I went back to our whore house and entertained the newbies. One guy was young, and I would swear that it was his first time. He was shy and he was uncertain how the ‘whole thing’ worked. But Karen taught him well. He fucked his darling little whore three times before he was spent. He started mooning over Karen, so we may have a romance going!

He seemed not to try to stop her from taking on more tricks though, to his credit.

Then it was time for the evening games. Horseshoes and a game of roping a fake cows head is always popular with our guys. Karen and I were both chosen for two separate teams for horseshoes. They play it with rings that have to go through a tight hole. Seemed kind of fitting.

Karen’s team won big time. Her partner was busy teaching her how to play, very hands on of course! I think our opposing teams were at a disadvantage, because both Karen and I were flashing our pussies at them when they tried to toss their rings. All is fair in love and whoring.

Then it was campfire time. Several of the guys were pretty snockered by now. So there were a few fewer pricks to satisfy as they sang cowboy songs and told ribald stories. Karen quietly sucked off two guys, and took five up her pussy. I sucked off five and was enjoyed by three. Then the guys got out a sturdy lounge chair and had us demonstrate how women make love to each other, in front of them. I came five times and Karen came three. That started a whole new round of carnality. Karen and I took cocks in both ends for over an hour. Things go faster four at a time!

Three guys came by the whore house later that night. One was still there with Karen when I drifted off to sleep. I am pretty sure it was her horny young suitor getting a little more tutelage.

I dreamed of wide-open meadows with huge horned elk grazing in them. I suspect that it was not the bull elk bellowing in my dream. Karen did indicate her lover became a bit noisy as he spewed liquid gold into her. We both slept well for several hours until the early risers started knocking on our whorehouse door around five AM.

TBC

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Afternoon

2008-06-22T22:06:00.001-07:00

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Afternoon
Copyright DeniWom 2008

One of my favorite times of the year is the third weekend in June. Not because it is the first days of summer, nor for the weather, nor even for guests visiting my home, but instead because it is the time of the year the cowboys need a good whore! For three years I have agreed to supply a welcoming pussy for them to enjoy while they are away from their wives for a few days. Most of them, when they arrive at cow camp, have not had sex from their wives for months. Who can blame these poor, abused and neglected married men for being excited about having an eager and available slutty cunt available for their uses for a few days?

And to make the first few hours shorter, this year Karen is assisting me in satisfying their carnal desires!

During the first several weeks of June we spend time in the local lingerie ships. We stock up on sexy underwear and filmy lingerie to wear at dinner, around the campfires, and for breakfast. The guys love removing our lacey, sexy clothing as they prepare their minds and bodies for ravishing us.

We always arrive a day after the early arrivers have set up camp. They tow a camping trailer to cow camp for use as our whorehouse. By the time we get there, the water is hot in the shower, and the beds are made. This year they replaced the old mattress with a temperpedic mattress for their slut’s pleasures, And to protect their rickety old knees!

As usual, we were welcomed by bear hugs and deep tongued kisses as we got out of the car. An excited Karen was roundly felt up as she stood there, the men being curious what her tiny body was like. One of them knelt in front of her and checked her out to see if her kitty is bare like mine is. There was a whoop of pleasure when he saw that she was. “Two bona fide kiddy kitties lads!” he yelled as he stood back up, holding his back as he moved. The average age of these cowboys is around fifty eight. They are sort of like the guys in the movie “Hogs” in as much as many of them are normal ordinary people when not at cowboy camp. But up here, they love to walk and talk the cowboy swagger and lingo. I love every one of them. They are so caring and so concerned for their little whore’s welfare. Not one of them would ever hurt us in anyway, unless we ask for it, of course.

Karen looked at me and smiled. “God Deni, how many guys are there this year?”

I held up twenty-three fingers, ten at a time, and then the final three. Karen started to giggle. “That’s eleven and a half a day!” She looked at me like it was Christmas morning. “Unless they need it more than once a day, that is!”

I help up three fingers on one hand and five on the other, waving them left and right to indicate that the number was not exact.

Karen’s eyes widened as she gasped, “We are going to get fucked a hundred times?” She started laughing out loud. “Good GOD we are going to be sore, Deni!”

I could hardly wait to get started.

The tradition is that I retire to the whore house, then when I am ready for “guests” I open the shade on the window by the door.

Karen and I surveyed our humble little whorehouse. There were two beds, both visible from each other. We giggled as we stood by the beds and stared at each other, picturing seeing each other as whores in a brothel, taking man after man between our thighs as they grunt and groan, then expend their manly liquid within us. And when the men were done with our services, and no longer was there a line at our door, our tongues cleansing each other gently, declaring our love, with the men watching us through the windows as they prepare for their next session with their little whores.

By our count, we serviced nine men each before dinner. Some of the men had not arrived yet. We both had at least nine orgasms. And then two more each as we cleansed each other.

A douche and a quick brushing of our teeth and we were ready for dinner. And the evening with the guys of course. Being “ladies of the evening” we of course looked forward to that special time of amours activity. The men were already hauling water for their showers.

TBC

Peggy (I didn't write it, but I came 21 times as I read it

2008-05-18T08:32:00.000-07:00

PEGGY'S OFFICE PARTY

"Honey, I got promoted at work!" Peggy announced, as I arrived home from work. My blonde-headed wife of 18 years ran across the kitchen and hugged my neck in joyous celebration.

My wife Peggy had worked for an advertising agency for about 6 months. After raising our 2 grown teenage twins, Peggy had decided to enter the workforce, since her time required around the house had declined significantly with our children off at school.

"Mr. Jones said I was doing a great job, and he wants me to start working directly with our clients." She proudly said. Bob Jones was the president of The Jones Agency, which was the largest ad firm in the south. His firm routinely outsmarted and outperformed the national agencies his firm competed against.

"He has even invited us to an office party at his home tomorrow night!! And, he said several clients will be there to socialize and get to know our people." Peggy informed me, bursting with pride.

"Wow, that's great dear!" I said. "I knew you would be great with people. And, I figured it wouldn't be long before your new boss noticed also!"

Heck, who wouldn't be impressed with my wife!! She was a beautiful woman. Peggy had a trim figure with and neat appearance maintained 24 hours a day. She was friendly with everyone and never met a stranger. Her bubbly personality and pleasant, and her giggly laugh was intoxicating.

She was a Sunday school teacher, a volunteer, a great mother, and the perfect wife. She acted with the up most in social grace, always attractively dressed, and beautifully manicured. Her short blond hair was styled just below her ears and fixed to accent the features of her pretty face and blue eyes, which capped a 5' 4" body.

Although, she dressed conservatively, my wife was a sexy and vivacious woman. She was 40 years old but looked like a 30 year old. Her voluptuous body was always well hidden by her conservative wardrobe. Her dresses always concealed her C-cup breasts, flat stomach, and well-rounded bottom.

After work the next day, I hurried home to get ready for my wife's party. As I entered our bedroom, I could hear the sound of Peggy's blow dryer in the bathroom. I quickly changed and waited for my wife in the den.

After a few minutes, my wife entered the room, and my eyes were greeted with the sight of my stunning, classy wife. Peggy was dressed in a knee length. strap-less cocktail dress. My dick leaped in my pants as I looked at my beautiful wife. She looked great! I stood and hugged her, allowing my hand to slip down to graze her plump bottom.

"Watch it Big Boy!" My wife smiled. My straight-laced wife would never let me touch her there. We only had sex every 2 months, and only using the missionary position in the pitch dark of our bedroom. My wife's father was a minister and she was brought up to believe sex was dirty.

We made our way to our car and drove over to Mr. Jones' huge mansion. He was a single in life, and it puzzled me why he had such a large house. I guess it was for entertaining, or a way to spend his millions. Peggy and I were welcomed by her boss, Mr. Jones, as he opened the door to his spacious home. He was a handsome rugged man about 6' 3" tall. Mr. Jones leaned to kiss my wife, and as she began to present her cheek to him, he took her chin in his hand and turned it back to him. He planted a kiss right on her mouth. Peggy's face flushed with modesty. He was such a powerful, confident man, I thought.

"Hello there good looking!" He smiled and greeted our arrival. "You two hit the bar and enjoy yourself! We are lucky to have your beautiful wife working with us!!!"

My wife never drank, but ordered a glass of wine when we reached the bar and killed it. I thought she was in need of something to calm her nerves, considering she was fairly new to the firm, and that important clients were also in attendance. Mr. Jones quickly returned and took Peggy off to meet the crowd of fellow employees and clients.

I noticed one of the clients was a big black man named Nate Turner, a football celebrity that the agency used in commercials. He was 6' 6" tall and he towered over my petite wife. As he greeted my wife, he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth!! She had presented her lips and mouth, and not her cheek.

As my wife met and mingled, she consumed 4 or 5 more glasses of wine. She was laughing and giggling constantly. Mr. Jones paid a tremendous amount of time to her, and took her around to meet everyone. I stood and watched from the other side of the room as my wife talked vivaciously with everyone there, as she clung to Mr. Jones' arm.

They would whisper and laugh as the hours passed. They even danced to the band located on the patio. Mr. Jones was fondling my wife as they danced. As 11PM came, I interrupted my wife and her boss and said that we needed to go. She seemed hesitant to leave with party at full speed.

Mr. Jones commandingly said, "Jim, I will have someone bring her home. Your beautiful wife has all our clients eating out of the palm of her hand!!!"

My wife agreed to stay, and I turned and left the party and headed for home. Although my wife was drinking and dancing, the thought never crossed my mind that she would act anything other than prim and proper, as always.

As I reached our home, I realized that I had forgotten my keys to the house. My wife had a spare set in her purse, I remembered. She never left anything to chance. She was always organized and prepared. As I returned to the Mr. Jones’ mansion, I saw that all the cars had left, as it had taken me about 1 hour to make the round trip.

I knocked on the front door, but there was no answer. I opened door and wandered around the large house looking around for signs of life. I saw none. Had I passed my wife on the way back, I thought?

As I was about to leave, I heard the sound of the band still playing music on the patio. When I reached the glass doors and looked out I was shocked!! My wife was slow dancing with Mr. Jones, and they were kissing!! I stood out of the line of anyone's sight and watched. Mr. Jones was making out with my straight-laced wife, and she was not resisting him at all. In fact, she was grinding her soft body into him!!

I glanced at the 3 remaining band members playing slow Barry White tunes. They were a black band I had heard many time around town. Mr. Jones was looking over my wife’s shoulder smiling from time to time. As my eyes drifted to the side of the patio, I saw big Nate Turner sitting there watching my wife and Mr. Jones dance. I guess they were big buddies, since he was the only guest that was left from the party.

When I glanced back to my wife and Mr. Jones my dick began to get hard. They were kissing and his hands were moving all over my wife's back. I was frozen in place. Should stop them, I thought? I could not bring myself to move.

As I watched, I saw Mr. Jones' hands travel lower on my wife's back to her well-rounded bottom. He began to caress my wife's butt through her dress. His hands were palming and massaging both her buns through her cocktail dress. Peggy was grinding her hips into Mr. Jones' loins as they slow danced and made out. Unbelievable!!

“Oh Mr. Jones!! I am married woman, and a minister’s daughter.” My wife gasped. “What do you think you are doing??”

Mr. Jones countered, “Peggy you are a beautiful married woman, my dear. But you are a woman first. You are the best looking woman at the agency!! All my clients were taken by your grace.”

“Thank you!!” My wife said in response. “Do you really think so? Do you really think that I am beautiful???”

“Hell yes!! How old are you Peggy, 30??” Mr. Jones asked.

“Lord no.” My wife giggled. “You missed by 10 years!! I am an old lady!!!”

“You have to be lying. You are much too beautiful to be that age.” Mr. Jones said seductively. “You have the body of a 25 year old. Your body is so trim and firm.”

Here was my prim and proper wife in the clutched embrace of another man!! With Peggy's back to Nate Turner, Mr. Jones slowly began lifting the back of my wife's dress. If my sweet innocent wife noticed anything, she sure did not give any indication, whatsoever. I gasped for air as her panties began to come into view, and Mr. Jones lifted the material over my wife's well-rounded bottom.

Peggy was too caught up with the wine, or the compliments of her beauty to notice what was occurring. Her soft round bottom filled out her conservative white panties completely. The material was stretched tight around her flaring hips and buns. Her deep butt crack made a crease under her elegant underwear. My wife’s tan legs contrasted with the pure white material of her underwear, as the panties hid her charms.

My wife has a trim waist and flaring butt. Although she takes her baths and changes her clothes behind closed doors, her voluptuous butt always fills out her clothes. The conservative white panties she always wore were cut high on her hips with the waistband trimmed in lace.

All women have different butts, and my wife’s ass was no exception. Her wide hips gave her buns a round pliable look. The crevice separating her soft buns was long and deep, with two soft dimples hovering above at the small of her back. Her angelic face and hair contrasted with a chassis that was built for sex!!!

Why was she allowing this, I wondered???

“Mr. Jones? What are you doing back there??” My wife rasped. “I do not think you should be doing that. You have pulled my dress over my bottom!!! ”

“Now. Now. Peggy we are the only ones left here. Relax and enjoy!” Mr. Jones said in a confident, soothing voice. “Your bottom is so soft and plump. Your figure is so beautiful!!”

“Well your hands sure do feel nice.” My prim and proper wife sighed and seemed to relax. “You have big hands. They are so strong.”

Mr. Jones trapped the bottom of her dress under his forearms and slid his hands down to my wife's panty butt. He gently palmed and massaged her buns through her exposed panties for all to see. I saw that Mr. Jones had broken their kiss and was looking over my wife's shoulder as they hugged and danced. He was smiling and winking!!!

“Mr. Jones you are touching my bottom!!” My wife said giggling. “You should not do that!! Please!! I do not even let my husband touch my butt!!”

“You are right!! I am touching your bottom.” Mr. Jones said confidently. “You are so soft down there!! Your buns are so round and plump!! You sure have some nice soft cushions!!!”

“Your hands are so busy back there!!” My wife gasped. “They feel so good on my panties. But, I should not be letting you do this.”

“Relax, Peggy. Just enjoy yourself. You need to let your hair down a little.” Mr. Jones said in a soothing voice as he continued to peer over my wife’s shoulder. “Just relax and enjoy the music.”

“Well ok, but that is all I am going to let you get away with.” My straight-laced wife scolded. “I do not want you to think bad of me!!! I haven’t work for you for very long.”

As I looked to see where he was staring, I was shocked. There sat Nate Turner looking at my wife's white panties and butt. My straight-laced wife was having panties and butt displayed to a black man!! As my eyes darted back and forth, I noticed something else. Nate Turner was holding a video camera!!! He was filming my wife being groped by her boss!!!

“Mr. Jones, I told you that I am married. What do you think you are doing??” My wife asked, giggling like a schoolgirl, as he began to squeeze her backside. “It feels like you are squeezing my butt. It feels like you are testing melons in the produce department.”

As my eyes returned to my wife, I could see her buns undulating under her panties, as Mr. Jones grabbed handfuls of her ass!!! The material of underwear would stretch tight across her jutting backside pressing her crack open and closed inside. I could see her shadowy crack through the nylon material as it was pulled open by Mr. Jones’ hands.

“You are too beautiful to resist young lady!!” Mr. Jones announced. “A body like yours demands to be touched and petted. I just have to touch your plump buns!! They are so firm and soft!!!”

“Why, thank you.” My prim and proper wife giggled, as she began to give in to the sensations of his touch. “But you are making me act bad! My husband would kill me, if he saw what you are doing back there!!”

Suddenly, Nate Turner stood up. He had a huge bulge in his pants as he slowly walked over, and broke in on their dance--passing the video camera to Mr. Jones.

“May I have the pleasure of a dance, Peggy?” Nate Turner asked. “I cannot help but ask a beautiful lady like you to dance with me!!”

“Wow!! I have two men to dance with!!” My wife said, as the wine she had consumed had taken control of her inhibitions. “I have two handsome men flirting with me. Wow, aren’t I a lucky lady???”

As they began to dance, I saw my wife's hips hump toward the huge bulge in the front of his pants. My wife’s expression showed surprise, as her pelvis touch this black man’s bulge jutting against her. Her face then creased with an excited smile, when her hips touched this man’s cock bulge for the second time.

“You sure are comfortable.” The huge black man said, as his huge bulge nudged into my wife’s stomach. “You have a great body.”

“Oh. Nate you are such a big man!” My whispered, as she pressed her body to him. “Your shoulders are so strong.”

Nate took his huge black hands ran them down to my wife's butt, lifting her cocktail dress over her bottom once again. Only this time Nate bunched the bottom of the dress and tucked the hem into the belt around my wife's waist holding it in place. Her white, panties covering her butt was exposed completely. His huge black hands began to squeeze and massaged my wife's buns through her panties.

“Peggy you have such a nice plump bottom!” Nate whispered. “Your skin is so warm, and your panties are like silk.”

“Oh you are making me warm with you hands. I should not be allowing this, you know.” My wife giggled. “That bottom you are touching is married, and this is not right.”

She was hunching her hips into the huge lump in the front of his pants. I was going crazy!! Mr. Jones was filming the scene, and Nate was squeezing my wife's butt!! Apparently my wife had found Nate’s bulge to her liking, and she was pressing her torso tightly into him to rub more of it against her.

Then, he turned their bodies and displayed her backside to the band!! He turned her around and around slowly, as he slowly danced with my wife. As I watched in disbelief, I noticed, that as his huge black hands palmed my wife's buns, her panties were ever so slightly moving up to her butt crack. As he firmly squeezed my wife's backside, her white buns began to creep out of the legs of her panties. Her butter soft buns were bouncing and working there way out into the fresh night air and on display to everyone.

My wife’s white buns were pale and highlighted by her tan lines, above her shaved tan legs. Her round buttock jiggled and swayed as this black man’s dark hands squeezed her flesh. Her bouncing buns were dancing out of her conservative white panty legs. The roll and undulation of her fleshy buns, as the black hands fondled her butt, was so decadent!!!!

“Oh my God, Nate! You are making me tingle all over.” My wife gasped. “Your big strong hands feel so good back there.”

My modest wife was allowing a black man to touch her butt!! She never let me near her rear end, I thought. As she kissed and allowed her butt to be pawed, her arms clung tightly around this big black man’s neck. She moaned as she thrust her pelvis back and forth across the huge bulge of his dick.

Her white buns were covered with goose bumps as Nate's black hands and fingers played with her. This was agonizingly slow and erotic. When the panties were almost all the way in her butt crack, I could begin to make out the hint of her luxuriant, brown sex hair creeping from the rear juncture of her crotch and butt crack at the top of her thighs. The sight was un-describable!! Her creamy pale buns were surrounding her white modest panties giving way to the hint of my wife's dark, forbidden sex hair!!!

The crack of my wife’s deep butt was gobbling up her white nylon panties into her earthy dank crevice. Her brown luxuriant sex hair was popping out from each side of her panties, as the material was sucked in her crack. Her buns were popping open with each squeeze of her buttocks by Nate’s black hands.

Here was my prim and proper wife allowing a black man to touch her soft white bottom!! She was kissing him and moaning, deliberately hunching her hips against him. And, Mr. Jones, her boss, was recording all of this lewd display on tape! What was she doing? Peggy taught Sunday school, for goodness sakes!!

“My, My, Peggy, you have such a hot butt.” Nate whispered lewdly. “I bet your backside would burn a hole in the back of your dress. Man, you have nice plump buns!!! ”

“Oh! You are making me behave so bad!” My wife moaned. “But, your are making me feel good, also. Please stop, I do not think this a good idea!!”

“If it feels good, Peggy, then there is nothing wrong with a man’s touch.” Nate countered smoothly. “Your panties can’t hold all of your lush tushy!! Your soft buns are tumbling out of those white panties.”

Nate took his huge hands and ran them down inside the top of my wife's panties and began working his hands down and over her skin inside her underwear. Was her fingering my wife, I wondered?

I gradually found the answer, as he slowly worked my wife's conservative panties over and down her soft white butt cheeks.

“Oh my goodness!! What are you doing to me?” My innocent wife gasped. “You are pulling down my panties!! My God!!!!”

“Relax, Peggy, we are just having a good time.” Nate reassured and challenged my wife. “Quit being such a party pooper!! You don’t want me to think that you are no fun. Your sexy butt needs some air!!”

“Well, ok, I guess a little feel won’t hurt.” My wife said in a defensively surrendering tone. “I cannot believe I am letting you do this!!! And, I can be fun. I do not want you to think I am a party pooper!!”

Her backside was pointing toward the band, and Mr. Jones had moved to stand alongside the black band members. There would be no reason to turn my wife around any longer. They had inserted a compact disk into the stereo and were no longer playing music. They wanted to have their attention completely un-divided from the lewd spectacle before them. These men all had a front row seat to watch a huge black man play with my wife's butt.

Peggy's white panties slowly descended over her buns, and the deep crack of her butt began to creep above her panty's waistband, as the hands worked them down. Her entire well-rounded butt came into view as Nate squeezed and massaged her white bun flesh.

“I am a married woman!!” My wife whispered in excitement. “I shouldn’t be letting touch my naked flesh. God, I can’t believe this is happening!! My husband would kill me if he saw this!!!”

All of the men were smiling from ear to ear as the unveiling was completed. There she blew!!! Peggy’s soft white butt was on display, jutting out above her rolled-down panties. Two twin globes of white flesh divided by a deep long butt crack. Her shadowy, dark crevice ran vertically between two white, pale buns. My wife’s butt was glowing white from the lack of sun, and her soft skin contrasted erotically with the black hands. Her sexual charms were so pure looking!!!!

Nate's huge black hands began to palm and pull on my wife white buns. He would slowly pull his hands up and down palming her cheeks. The motion of his hands would gently tug and spread my wife's buns open and closed. The men stared as my prim and proper wife's buns would spring open to reveal her dank butt crack and the forbidden, starfish of her anus. Just below her flaring buttocks, her rolled down panties were displaying the crotch of her underwear. The cotton lining of her panty crotch was wet and glistening in the patio light!!! My straight-laced wife’s pussy was oozing with wetness. The crotch was stained from her pussy being sexually charged and flooding!!! This sexy black man had made my wife’s pussy wet.

“My gosh, Nate, you are squeezing my naked buns!!” My wife mewed. “God your hands are big!! Big men turn me on!!! You are spreading me open back there!!!!”

“Now, doesn’t my touch feel nice??” Nate asked lewdly, as he began to spread Peggy’s buns wider. “Don’t my big hands feel good on your soft white butt?? Your buns are so warm and firm!!!”

As I stared in amazement, I saw my wife's butt hole for the first time in my life!! It was breathtaking!!! Her tender anus was hidden beneath a delicately dense forest of sexy brown hair, which sprouted from her wet crotch and traveled up between her round, white buns. Her pristine pale buttocks were spreading open to display her secretly moist crack protected by her natural sex hair. My wife’s pure white buns were in direct contrast to her shadowy dark crevice hiding her most secret openings.

As Nate spread my wife’s soft white buns, her earthy butt crack would spring open and reveal her delicate anus. The pink brown anus seemed to hide and wink from its nest inside her rich brown butt hairs. As this huge black man continually spread her buns, I noticed her anus begin to dilate from the center of her pucker. Her butt hole was opening up to his assault!!!

Nate’s huge black hands continued to contrast with my wife’s white buttocks. This black man was seducing my wife right before my eyes and the other men!!! My wife was humping her hips forward to rub against Nate’s huge bulge in his pants. Peggy’s ass was covered with goose bumps from the electricity of this black man’s touch.

Nate's long black middle finger slowly worked its way to the center of my wife’s crack, and we all saw him gently moved his finger over the tender ring of her anus. Peggy was moaning and panting, as he teased her clenching anus with the tip of his finger. He began tapping his huge index finger on the mouth of my wife’s anus.

“Nate!! Please!! What are you doing?? Please don’t touch me there. I am dirty back there.” My wife whispered, as her face reddened. “No one has ever touched me back there. That is so nasty!!”

“No one??” This huge black man asked lewdly. “No one has ever touched your butt hole, Peggy?? You don’t know what you’ve been missing. How does it feel? Do you like me touching your nasty little butt hole???”

Nate ran his huge finger around the muscled ring of my wife’s forbidden hole. His black finger was tracing the diameter of my wife’s pink tender anal tissue. My wife was red with lust!!! His black finger seemed to stir around in a circular motion traveling through the hair surrounding her delicate hole.

“Oh, God, it feels nice!” My wife rasped. “It feels like you are tickling me!! Oh my god, that feels good!! I can feel your big finger touching me back there!!!”

Nate slowly ran his finger from my wife’s butt hole and brought it up and down her crack. Her butt crack was moist with sweat and from the secretions of her sex. I could not believe her reaction. She was moaning as this black man stroked his huge black finger between her soft white buns. Her dank, wet crack glistened in the evening light from her wetness.

“Peggy, your crack is wet!!!” Nate taunted. “You just cannot help yourself!! You are getting turned on. My. My. You like having me play with your ass!!!”

My wife’s face turned red with embarrassment, as she was assaulted before my eyes!! His dominating tone seemed to make her submissive to his desires. Her hips seemed to thrust stronger and stronger, as Nate’s lewd comments struck her ears. His dirty talk was turning her on even more!!!

Nate slowly withdrew his wet fingers and brought them up to his nose to smell my wife’s scent. His eyes showed surprise of his face, as my wife’s sexual scent touched his nostrils.

“You are one strong smelling white lady!! Damn!!” Nate whispered lewdly, as he inhaled my wife’s sex odor. “Your sex smells like it wants some attention!! You smell so damn strong for a conservative little white wife. You are dirty back there!!! My, my, you are a stinky little girl!!!”

Then he moved his finger, and placed it under my wife's petite white nose!!!! I saw her nostrils flare wildly as she inhaled her own earthy scent. My wife was inhaling her own sexy butt odor!!! The smell seemed to turn her on even more!

“Oh my God! I smell so dirty!! You are making me so hot and wet!” My wife whispered lustily. “My God!! I am sorry I smell so nasty!! I cannot help it. It’s your fault!!! You are making me so wet!!!”

“Taste it. Taste my finger!!” Nate softly ordered. “Taste your hot ass!!! Lick my finger. Suck my dirty black finger into your dainty white mouth!!!”

He moved his finger to her lips, and ran it across the surface of her mouth. My wife immediately began suck on his black finger, wetting the skin with her saliva, as if she were in a trance. The taste of her own ass seemed to turn her on even more!!! Her pink tongue traveled over Nate’s big black finger wetting it.

“That’s a girl!!” Nate hissed. “Get it nice and wet!! Taste your naughty ass!!”

Once she had serviced and wet his finger, he returned his hand and finger to the crack of her butt and glided the finger across and around her butt hole. I could see her anus clenching as this black man began to press his large finger into my wife’s butt. Her pink muscled ring began to open and relax as Nate’s huge black finger applied pressure to her anus.

As his huge black finger wormed and entered my wife's anus, my wife’s arms limply dropped to her sides in complete surrender. Her head fell back in pure exstacy. My sweet wife was grunting and panting as a black man slowly fingered her butt hole.

“That’s it, Peggy.” Nate hissed. “Take my finger in your tight little white butt!! Open your butt to me!! Let me have it!!!”

“Your finger is so big!! Please be gentle.” My straight-laced wife groaned. “Oh that is so good!! I never knew it would feel so good!!! Stick it in there!!”

He would repeatedly pull his finger from her butt, make her wet it with her mouth, and then re-insert it in her anus. Peggy was bucking her hips and pushing her butt back to receive his strong black finger. She would press her ass back to meet Nate’s finger, and then press forward to rub her pussy mound on his bulge. The ring of her anus was clenching and opening as his finger was removed and re-inserted. My innocent wife was being manipulated with expert precision by this large imposing black man.

“Yeah baby!! I am fingering your pretty white butt hole.” Nate taunted. “You little white wives are all the same. You are all prim and proper on the outside, but all of you can get nasty when you have your ass played with!!”

“Oh my God. This is so dirty!!” My wife moaned. “Please stop. I cannot believe that you are making me do this!! God, your finger feels hot!!! Pump me with it!!!!”

Why was she not resisting him?? Did she enjoy having a stranger touch her?? How could she allow this black man to touch her most secret spot??? My faithful wife was pumping her lush white butt back to meet this black man’s finger invading her pink anus.

Nate guided my wife’s limp arms back and placed her manicured hands on each of her plump buns. My wife offered no resistance to this black man’s manipulation.

“Peggy, spread that pretty white butt for my black finger.” Nate commanded softly. “Open your butt to me!!! Take my finger deep, baby!!!”

My wife’s elegant manicured hands slowly pulled her round white buns open to facilitate Nate’s digital assault. Peggy’s hair-fringed butt crack spread open to give this black man complete access to her backside. My wife moaned in pleasure, as Nate drove his finger deep in her ass. I could see my wife’s wedding ring on her left hand as she held her soft buns open.

My wife of 18 years was lewdly spreading her ass to give her butt to a stranger. The hot sensations racking her body made my wife pump her flaring hips back in total submission. Peggy’s elegant face was tilted back with her mouth agape, as the sensations in her butt hole racked her body.

“Oh my God!!!!! You are fucking my butt!!!” My wife moaned out of control. “Oh fuck!!! You are making me come!!! I am coming all over your big black finger. Oh my god!!!!!!!”

My wife was holding her pure white buns apart to help this black man finger her virgin anus!!! The strangers watching had a front row seat to my wife submitting herself to a black man. They could see her hair-fringed anus open and receiving Nate’s huge finger. My wife’s pink muscled anal ring was stretched like a rubber band around Nate’s pumping black finger.

“From now on, when you drive around town in your big SUV talking on your cell phone, the soft white butt, that you are sitting on, will have been fucked by a black man’s finger!!!!!” Nate whispered lewdly, as my wife came on his big finger. “And you spread your own butt open to take it!!!”

After fingering my moaning bride for several long minutes, he removed his hands and placed them on my wife’s wrists. He directed her small white hands to the front of his pants and began to rub her hands across the front of the huge bulge tenting his trousers.

“Peggy rub my big dick, baby!” Nate taunted my wife. “Touch my pants and feel me.”

Then he slowly brought his hands back around my panting wife and placed them back on her jutting white buns. He slapped her ass with his open hand making her buns dance and jiggle.

Peggy’s soft, dainty hands began to massage the massive lump on their own!! He whispered in her ear, and I then observed her small hands move to the buckle of his belt. He must have told her to open his pants, my mind cried!!!!

As his pants were opened and his zipper lowered, a huge black dick began to appear. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen!! It was easily 10 inches long and as thick as my arm!! As his pants cleared his muscular hips, this massive black sex tool jutted up against and above his navel trapped between his body and my squirming wife.

He removed his shirt and displayed his broad chest to their audience. My wife’s small white hands had grabbed his jutting black dick, and she was feeling its length and girth. Her dainty hands would barely reach halfway around his massive meat!!

“Oh my God!” my wife moaned. “You are huge!” Her eyes closed in lust. “I can’t even get my hands around you!!! You are so thick!!!”

“Peggy would you like to see what you are holding?” Nate asked. “Would you like to see my big dick???”

“God yes!” my innocent wife cried. “Let me see it!!!!! I just cannot imagine what this big thing looks like!!! ”

Nate moved back and allowed my wife to look down between their closed bodies to see what she held in her small hands. I could see my wife’s eyes were open and descending downward across Nate’s muscular chest and stomach. As her eyes crossed down to his navel my wife’s eyes shot wide open. She saw, in her small hands, the huge dick attached to this man.

“Oh MY GOD!!!” my wife cried in astonishment. “You have the thing I have ever seen. I have never seen anything like this! Goodness!!! My hands won’t even reach all the way around it! My God, you are huge!!”

My wife was just staring at it in adoration, not able to take her eyes off of the massive black dick.

“Look at what you have there!!!” Nate whispered. “Have your pretty blue eyes ever seen big black dick??? I bet you don’t get to see dicks like this in your neighborhood!!!”

“Never!” my wife answered. “Yours is the first!! God, what a big dick!!! Your dick is as thick as my arm!!!”

“Do you like what you see Peggy? Nate questioned. “Do you like my big black cock???”

My sweet little wife moaned. “Your dick is awesome!!” My wife moaned. “It is so damn big and black!! Yes, I like your big dick!!!!”

“Does your husband have a dick this big?” He asked lewdly.

“Oh God, no!!” my wife gasped. “Your thing is twice the size of my husband’s dick. It’s not even close!! God, your dick turns me on!!! I have never had sex with anyone, since I have been married, besides my husband, so I have never seen one like this big thing!!!”

My face turned red. She was right. If I had a Cessna, Nate was flying a 747!!! She was stroking her hands slowly up and down the huge black dick and both of her hands put together would not cover its length!!

“Nate, you are hung like a horse!!” My wife said as her eyes stared lewdly at his black dick and fondled the shaft in her small hands. “It is so big and black and hot!! You hard as a rock!!! Big hard dicks turn me on so much. They make my pussy wet!!!”

“So, my big black dick is turning you on????” Nate lewdly asked. “Peggy, your pussy is getting sopping wet just from touching a black cock!! You want some black cock, don’t you??”

Nate’s hands moved to my wife’s cocktail dress and loosened her belt. He then eased her stylish dress down her soft shoulders and over her flared hips as it tumbled to the ground at her feet. There was my wife left only in her white strapless bra and panties, which were still rolled down over her jutting white bottom!!

Nate eased the bra down to just below her breasts and her firm white breasts popped free. My wife’s C-cup breasts were capped with large brown nipples and topped with extremely erect tits. My wife’s nipples stick out a good half of an inch, when they are aroused. Nate began to play with my wife’s breasts as she continued to pump her hands up and down his huge dick. She was moaning loudly and losing control. She was totally at his mercy, and he knew it!!!

“Damn you got some sexy big nipples!!” Nate taunted my wife. “Your nipples are so erect, that they look like two baby dicks!!!! They are as hard as rocks!!! Damn, you are turned on!!!!”

“My nipples are hard because I am holding the biggest, blackest dick, that I have ever seen!!” My wife moaned lewdly. “Damn what a piece of meat!!! Pinch my nipples. Oh yeah, that’s it!!!! My nipples have never been this hard!!!!!”

I was astonished. Here was my prim and proper wife holding a huge black dick in her hands while this black man played and pinched her big pink, brown nipples!!! She went over the edge.

“Nate, please touch my pussy!!” Peggy groaned, as her pelvis ground forward in to her hands holding this huge black dick. “I want you to touch my pussy!!” my wife pleaded.

“But, Peggy you are a married lady.” Nate taunted her. “Do you really want a black man to touch your white pussy? You are acting like such a naughty girl!”

“Oh Nate, I can’t help it!!” she groaned. “My pussy is so wet it is dripping!! Please touch my white pussy. Please!!!” My wife begged.

Nate’s hands dropped down and eased my sweet wife’s panties over her prominent pussy mound and down to mid thigh. My wife has a thick bush protecting her loins, and the hairs tumbled out on display as Nate looked down. Her brown pubic hairs were glistening with her wetness!!! She was soaked, and as she humped forward, her wet mound would lather her small hands that were holding his black dick.

As Nate continued to look down, he began to taunt and tease my lusting wife. My almost naked wife was totally displaying her sex to him.

“Damn Peggy, you have a hairy pussy!” he teased. “It’s soaked. When I met you tonight, I would never have guessed you had such a wild looking pussy! You look so well manicured. I would never have guessed your pussy had such a bush on it!!!!”

“Oh my God!!!” My wife moaned and pleaded. “Please don’t tease me!! Please touch me. I want you to touch me down there!!!!”

“Yeah, your white, manicured hands are holding a big black dick, baby!” He told her. “And you are showing a black man your pretty white pussy. Your big bush is wet from playing with a big black dick!!!”

“Oh my God!! I have never been this turned on!!” My wife groaned. “I do not know what’s come over me. I cannot help it. My pussy is soaked!!!!”

“I like your wedding ring, baby, but you’re getting dick juice on it!! You are married, and you are showing your hairy pussy to a black man!!” He said in a dirty tone. “Peggy, you are acting like a nasty slut, and not like sweet little white wife. Look at you!!!!”

“God, your big hard dick turns me on!!!!” My wife moaned. “I just cannot help myself!!!! Please touch me!!!”

My wife was moaning uncontrollably. Her sexy brown haired bush was jutting out from her smooth flat stomach and pelvis. Her smooth white stomach and pelvis gave way to her earthy, bushy pubic mound lurking from the center of her body. Her sexy bush looked raw and wanton, as it glistened with wetness.

“If I took you on a date would you show that hairy pussy to my friends??” He asked lewdly, as he realized my wife was totally conquered. “If I ordered you, would you pull your panties down and show off your big wet bush???”

“YES!! YES!!” my wife moaned. “Please finger my pussy!!!!! Please!!! I will do anything you want as long as you touch my pussy. I will show my hairy pussy to your friends!!! Please!!! I am so turned on!!!!”

With that answer, Nate whipped my wife around to face her audience!!! She was stunned. I was stunned. Her audience was stunned.

Standing behind my petite white wife, Nate’s huge black dick rested and rubbed against her round plump buns and on the small of her back. He thrust his hips forward to rub his black meat across my wife’s tender butt as her panties fell to the ground.

My wife’s innocent face was flushed with humiliation. Her eyes were filled with a wild excitement that I had never seen.

To my amazement, my prim and proper wife made no attempts to cover herself. She just stared forward in lust, as she faced her surprise audience.

Nate brought her arms above her head and placed her hands behind his muscular neck. Peggy was on complete and total display to these men. Nate ran his huge black hands over the front of my wife’s body. He was cupping and pinching my wife’s large brown nipples with his hands.

“Look at the big pink nipples on this little wife, Boys!!! Nate said over my wife’s shoulder directly to her audience. “Look at this body would you!!! This is some pure white meat!!!”

Nate’s huge fingers were stroking and teasing my wife’s hard nipples, as these men watched. Peggy thrust her chest out to rub her tremendously erect nipples against the fingertips of Nate’s hands. She moved her shoulders back and forth making her white breasts dance under Nate’s hot hands.

“My friends are looking at your hairy pussy, Peggy.” He taunted in her ear. “They see your sex!! They see that your pussy is soaked!! I can smell your naughty pussy, baby, and I know they can too!!”

Nate ran his big hands down to my wife’s jutting bush, and ran his fingertips through the dense brown pubic hair. He would gently tug and rub my wife’s heavy pussy hair, as these men stared. Peggy thrust her pelvis forward to make this black man rub harder. She wanted it so badly!!!!!

“Mr. Jones, Peggy sure has a big wet bush on her!!” Nate said to my wife’s boss. “Look at the sex beard on this little lady!!! Her pink little pussy is as hot as a firecracker and sopping wet!!!! I think she likes my big black dick!!!”

My wife’s face was red with shame and lust!! She began to moan loudly and come, as he manipulated her with his huge black hands. My wife was coming, without Nate even penetrating her sex!!! God, she was turned on!!!

I was coming, too!!

Nate took my wife’s hands from behind his neck, and brought them down to her dense brown bush. Her manicured hands traveled down her firm white stomach into the wet pubic hair protecting her sex. “Peggy, I want you to show your boss and these strangers how you play with your pussy!!” Nate commanded my wife in a lewd tone. “I want you to play with your pussy in front of them.”

“Oh, I have never done that!! That is so dirty!!” My wife moaned. “Please do not make me do that!! Please, not in front of these men!!! I am married!!!”

“Peggy, run those pretty fingers down to your big bush and finger pussy.” Nate commanded in a strong masculine voice. “I want to watch a pretty little white wife play with her own cunt. I know these men do too!!!”

Unbelievably, my wife moved her hands down to her sex and began to finger herself and stroke her clit. I could see her wedding ring glisten from her wetness as she began to masturbate in front of these men. Her hips started to move back and forth as she manipulated her pussy. Her pussy hair was matted with her own sexual secretions.

Her manicured fingernails disappeared into her heavy pubic hair, as she inserted her finger into her sex. Her hand began thrust deeply in and out of her crotch. For not ever having masturbated, my wife seemed to know how to manipulate herself with an expert touch.

As she picked up speed with her hands, my wife would spread her hair-fringed lips of her pussy to display to these strange men her pink clit, which was swollen and hard. Her facial expression took on a lewd smile as she performed and made eye contact with her audience. My wife was openly displaying her cunt to these men!!! She was tapping her finger on the hood of her pink clit, as she stared at these strangers

Peggy’s modesty was all gone, as she pulled her sex open to their gaze. She thrust her hips forward to meet her fingers and jutted her sex toward these men. My wife of 18 years was putting on a live sex show for these men!!!! She brought one hand up to her big nipples to pinch and pull on them, as she stroked herself.

“I cannot believe that you are making me do this.” My wife moaned in an excited voice, as she began to get into her a consistent stroke with her hands. “I cannot believe that you are making my play with my own pussy!!!! You are going to make me come!!!! Oh God, these men can see my wet pussy!!!!”

“That’s a good girl Peggy!!” Nate smiled lewdly, as he presented my wife. “Hey, guys, this married lady is playing with her own hairy cunt!!!!! She is going to come all over herself!!!! Look at her finger that big bush!!!”

My once straight-laced wife was bucking her voluptuous hips as she fingered her own pussy. Her facial expression was an expression of hot sexual pleasure. Her eyes closed tight as she began to come over and over in front of her audience. Her hand moved in a fast motion, as she fiddled her clit. Her thighs and hips flexed tight as she came racking her body with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!!!! I am coming!!!!” My wife moaned, as she opened her eyes, and made eye contact with these men. “Oh my God, that feels good!!! I am coming all over myself!!!!!!”

Everyone, including myself, was stunned at the raw display before our eyes!!!!! My straight-laced wife had just serviced her own sex while these men watched!!!

Nate bent his knees slightly and thrust his big black dick between my wife’s legs from behind. The huge black head of his cock appeared into view in front and below the bush of my wife’s hairy pussy. What a sight!!! The lemon-sized head of Nate’s black dick head popped out in to view, and was surrounded by soft white thighs and pubic hair!!!

“I want you to ride your pussy on my big black dick, Peggy.” He firmly commanded. “I want you to rub your married pussy on my big black dick!!”

My straight-laced wife began to thrust her hips back and forth, as though she was riding a fence post!! She was bearing down and thrusting her pelvis to create friction on this huge dick.

Her pussy began to lather his massive black shaft, as his dick traveled underneath and through her hairy pussy lips. The black head of his dick would appear and disappear from view at the front of her heavy bush, as my wife lewdly thrust her hips. She began coming over and over again and her pussy juice coated his shaft with white cream.

“Look at your little married pussy creaming all over my black dick!!!!!!” Nate taunted my straight-laced wife. “Rub that straight-laced pussy on my big black dick!! Look at her guys!!! Can you believe this???”

I was coming for a second time, as I watched the depravity.

“Oh Nate! You making me ride your big black dick!!” My wife confessed in total submission. “It is so good. God, your big black dick feels good between my legs!!! It feels like I am climbing a tree!!!”

After a few minutes, Nate lifted one of her legs up to display her entire sex to the men. Her wet pussy hair was matted with her juice, and her cunt was spread displaying her enlarged clit. He took his black dick in his hand and began to slap the huge black head against my wife’s exposed sex. I could hear the loud wet slaps as his dick struck her pussy. He was spanking my wife’s pussy!!!

“Do you want my big black dick in your little pussy, Peggy? Nate asked lewdly. “Do you want to fuck your first black dick???”

“OH YES! OH YES! Please let me have it!!” My wife moaned. “I want you to fuck me!!! Please fuck me with your big dick!!!”

He then began to insert the huge black head into my wife’s sex. He was going to fuck my wife standing up!! His huge black cock spread my wife’s hairy bush obscenely, as it opened her sex. The black, rock hard shaft forced its way into the soft pink tissue of my wife’s cunt. Peggy’s pink hard clit was rubbing along the shaft as this black man drove his hips upward. Above her wanton sex opening, her pristine flat navel seemed to enlarge as the huge cock gutted her cunt.

The leering men had a front row seat to my sweet wife’s total debasement.

As Nate fed his dick into my wife, her pussy lips were stretched to the maximum. He was opening her cunt and touching places that had never been touched. Peggy’s pussy cream coated his black shaft and ran down to his huge black ball, as she came continuously.

“OH, FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK DICK!!!!!” my wife screamed. “God you are big. I can feel my pussy stretch!! God, this is so nasty!!! All these men are watching you fuck me!! They are watching me get fucked by a black dick!!! Feed it to me!!!”

My prim and proper wife was getting stretched and loving it!! Her large brown nipples stood on end covered in sweat, as this large black man fucked her. Their two bodies were locked and moving as one. It sounded as though my wife’s breath was getting knocked out of her, as the huge black dick drove into her cunt.

Peggy, my sweet innocent wife, was in complete surrender. She was opening her delicate womanhood and allowing it to be ravaged by Nate’s huge black dick. The scene was beyond description. A wife, a mother, a Sunday school teacher giving her white body to a black man!!!

“Oh God! Stretch me with your big black dick!!” My wife cried. “Feed me that big dick!! Give it to me!!! God, you are deep!!!! It is so damn good!!!”

Damn, she was out of control!! I never would have imagined my conservative wife begging to be fucked. Her sex was soaking his huge black dick. Her pussy juice ran down Nate’s huge black balls and began to drip on the patio floor. His trim powerful hips were smacking my wife soft white ass as he drove his cock deep in her pussy.

Over the next 15 minutes, this huge black man gutted my innocent wife’s hairy pussy with his thick black cock. All of this display was in front of a leering audience of bystanders. My modest wife did not care what they saw. She was lost in total pleasure. She was coming over and over.

“Look at this little wife fuck!!!” Nate said to his friends. “Look at her little hairy pussy take my big black cock!!! Peggy, my friends are watching me take your married pussy. You are giving a black man your white pussy!!!”

After these several minutes of total domination, Nate’s ass began to flex as he shot a huge load of come into my wife’s unprotected cunt. Sperm was leaking down his black shaft mixed with my wife’s own juices.

As he withdrew his dick, a flood of come washed down my wife’s shaved thighs and legs from her hairy pussy.

I was fainting as I watched the entire scene!!!

When my wife’s foot returned to the ground, Nate ordered my innocent white wife to walk over to the seated men, and show them what he had done to her!!

She stumbled over about five steps to the men, and stood on display with her legs standing apart staring straight ahead in a daze. A lewd smile crossed the lips of her mouth, as she presented her body for these men.

Her sex organs were on complete display to these strange men. My wife’s hairy bush jutted out from her pelvis matted with Nate’s come and her secretions. Peggy’s pure white navel hovered pristinely above a messy and ravaged cunt.

These strange men leered at her pure white body. They peered, knelt, and rotated positions as they inspected my ravaged wife. They were pointing and whispering to each other as they ran their eyes and hands around her skin. My wife had no modesty and made no attempt to cover herself.

Her large brown nipples were red from being pinched, as was the white buttery skin of her buns. Her matted pussy hair was glistening as they pulled open her white buns to inspect her hairy butt hole and stretched cunt. This black man’s sperm was bubbling from my wife’s sex!!

One man even put his nose into her buns inhaling her rank smelling butt and pussy odor!!! He pried my wife’s white buns wide open with his hands, as the other men took turns slowly inserting their fingers into her dank butt hole. Each of the men would smell her odor, and offer the forbidden scent to my wife’s dainty nose making her nostrils flare wide. Then they would make her clean their soiled fingers with her mouth.

“Damn, Nate, you stretched this little wife good man!!” One of the men said aloud. “Damn, what a nice hot ass!!! Speaking of ass!!! Nate, I think you forgot a hole!!!”

My eyes traveled over to this black man who had just taken my wife. Nate’s huge cock was still rock hard!!!!!!! When I say hard, I mean rock hard and pointing above his navel!!!!

These men eased my wife down on a chaise lounge, and placed her on her hands and knees. My wife’s voluptuous white butt was presented to this black Adonis. They pushed her shoulders forward and down, so that her ass was raised on complete display. As these men moved to watch the spectacle, Nate stepped forward, and began to rub his huge black dick across my wife’s soft white ass cheeks.

“Oh Nate, please do not make me do this in front of these men!!!” My wife moaned half-heartedly, as her hips began to seductively rotate. “You are embarrassing me!!!”

“Make you do what???” Nate asked as he began to tap and slap his black dick against my wife’s round buns. “I do not make women do anything. If you want me to fuck you in your pretty ass, you have to ask me!!!”

He began to graze his huge cock in between the deep crack of my wife’s ass. His hips would flex and make his black shaft travel up and down between my wife’s white buns. He was using his dick like a paintbrush to stroke her tender flesh!!!!

“Oh my God, your dick is still hard!!! My wife moaned in a lewd whisper, as her butt thrust back to maintain contact with his flesh. “Please stop doing that. You are turning me on!!!! No one has had me back there!!!!”

“Peggy, if you want me to fuck you in your pretty butt, you have ask me!!!!!” Nate lewdly commanded, as my wife’s flaring pale buttocks waved back and forth.

“Please do not make me do this here.” My wife pleaded in a submissive tone. “Your hard dick is turning me on again. Please stop this.”

I knew my wife was embarrassed in front of these men, but this huge cock’s hardness was making her melt as it contacted her soft skin. Peggy loved a hard dick, and Nate’s cock was as hard as steel!!! As if to ask for service, my wife reached back with both her hand and spread her white buns to Nate!!!! I could see her wedding ring sparkle in the patio light, as she spread her white buns.

“Damn, Nate, look she is spreading her ass for you!!!” One of the men said to him. “Look, she is holding her pretty white buns open for you!!!!”

Nate moved the giant head of his black cock to contact my wife’s pink anal ring. With incredible restraint, he stayed completely still, as the black head of his cock touched my wife’s delicate butt hole. My wife’s curly wet butt hairs were surrounding the giant head of his dick. His piss slit was in contact with Peggy’s pink nether ring, which was hiding between her cheeks.

I was going crazy!!!! She was going to allow this black man to have her most secret hole!!!!!

“Please don’t tease me!!!” My wife moaned, as she thrust her buttocks back to him. “You are making me wet. Please do it. Please don’t make me say it in front of these men.”

Nate retracted his hips slightly to stay in contact with her butt, but he would not moved forward to allow his cock to apply pressure for entry. His huge cock head sat frozen, and nestled in my wife’s sexy butt hair lining the inside of her butt crack!!!

“What do you want me to do???” Nate asked my wife in a lewd whisper, ignoring her pleas. “Tell my friends what you want me to do to you, Peggy!!!!! Tell me what you want these men to watch!!!”

My wife was urging her hips back, as Nate’s seductive voice turned her on. She was losing all control and giving into her lust.

“Please fuck my bottom!!!” My wife gasped. “Please give it to me!!! I want these men to see you fuck my butt hole with your big black dick!!!”

“Don’t tell me want you want!!!” Nate commanded my wife. “Tell these men what you want them to see!!!”

“Oh. My goodness. I can’t believe that I am saying this!! Guys, I want you to watch Nate put his big black dick in my butt hole!!!” My wife said excitedly, as she looked at them over her shoulder. “I want you to watch him butt fuck me!!!!!!”

Nate held his hips still and rigid, but made my wife push herself back to take his giant cock. This black man was determined to make my wife do the work of giving her virgin ass to a complete stranger!!!!! His huge dick head began to open my wife’s butt hole, as she thrust her white ass back to him. Her pink anus spread open, and stretched around the tip of his huge dick head. The mouth of her anus was as tight as a rubber band!!

“Damn. You are one tight-assed white lady. Shit. No dick has been in your ass, and that is for sure!!! Nate laughed, as he looked at the other men. “Push that pretty white ass back to me, Peggy. I am going to make you do the work!!! You feel like a heater in there!!!”

“Oh MY Lord!!!! I can’t believe you are making me do this in front of these men. This is so dirty!!!” My wife moaned, as she thrust her butt back to take more of this black dick. “Oh my God!!!! I feel so full!!! You are filling my whole butt with your black dick!!!!”

My wife had a look of intense concentration on her elegant face, as the huge dick spread her bowels. Her breathing became heavy, as she forced her white butt back to be fucked.

“Tell my friends what I am doing to you, Peggy!!!” Nate commanded my wife, as he slapped her ass with his huge hand. “Tell them!!!!”

My wife now had half of Nate’s thick cock in her ass. The spanking made her throw her ass back even more to gobble up more of the black dick. This black man was turning my wife into a sex maniac. My wife’s hips were sawing back to this black dick making her tremble with pleasure.

“Oh MY Lord!!! Nate is fucking my butt with his big black dick.” My wife said lewdly to the men, as she looked over her shoulder. “Look at his big dick fucking me!!! Do you see my butt getting fucked??? I have never been fucked in the ass, but I sure like it!!!”

“Peggy, Nate is fucking your married ass!!! Spread those white buns and take that black meat!!!” Mr. Jones chimed in, as all the men giggled at my wife’s debasement. “I am glad that I sent your husband home!!! He would have shit in his pants, if he had seen you taking on Nate’s big black donkey dick.”

“Oh Please, Mr. Jones, please don’t tell my husband!!!!” My wife moaned, as she looked at her boss. “I cannot help myself!!!! Nate’s big dick is so damn good!!!! He is fucking me so good!!!”

“Peggy, a married white lady should not let a black man fuck her ass!!!” Mr. Jones said mockingly, as he slapped my wife on the butt. “You are so dirty!!!! You are letting a black man fuck the shit out of you!!! What would your husband think, if he saw you right now?????”

“He would think that I am getting the shit fuck out of me!!!!” My wife rasped, as she bounced her spread white buns back to Nate. “He would see a black man busting his wife’s butt!!!! He would see me getting butt fucked by a black man and loving it!!!”

My wife was beginning to come for the sixth or seventh time as she jutted her pure white ass back to this black man. Her soft buns were gyrating wildly, as Mr. Jones spanked her with his large open hand. Peggy was literally doing a black pole dance!!!! My wife was coming and grunting like a stuffed pig!!!

“Everyone at work is going to know, that Peggy has been fucked by a black man’s cock!!! I am going to tell them!!!! I am going to show them the video!!!” My wife’s boss said to her lewdly. “I am going to make you show them your hairy pussy on Monday morning!!!! You are not to wear any panties at work from now on. I want your co-workers to be able to see your big wet bush through your dress!!!!!!”

My wife was coming over and over from this sexual decadence. She had come to this party as a prim and proper wife, but she was now acting like a total sex slut. She pulled her white buns wider to take more of Nate’s giant black dick!!!

“Oh, Mr. Jones, look at Nate’s black dick stretching me!!!! I have never been fucked in the ass!!!! It feels so goddamn good!!!!” My wife said looking over her shoulder and holding her soft white buns wide open, as the giant black dick stretched her. “Are you going to make me lift my dress at work, and spread my buns to show everyone where Nate stuck his big black dick in me?????”

Peggy’s pink round anus was stretched obscenely as it traveled back, and took in Nate’s thick black shaft. The wet juice from her pussy and ass coated the giant dick. My wife’s small white hand traveled back between her legs to stroke and fondle Nate’s orange-sized balls!!!!

“I am going to make you pull your white buns apart and, make you show the office both your hairy holes!!!!” Mr. Jones said hotly in my wife’s ear. “Peggy, you have such pretty blonde hair on your head, but you have such a huge brown bush on you!!! Your appearance is so neat, that the office staff would never guess you have a tremendously hairy cunt and ass!!!!! I cannot wait to see the expressions on their faces!!!!”

All this hot talk made my wife increase the speed of her jutting hips, as she moved her butt faster to another climax. Nate’s facial expression began to show he was near shooting his come in my wife’s ass, and she sensed this also.

“Nate, I want you to shoot your come up my butt!!!!” My wife moaned. “I want you to come, baby!!! Shoot it!!!! Fuck it!!!! Fuck my ass!!! Show these men how to fuck a woman!!!! Bake my butt with your come!!!”

My wife’s white buns were spread open and jutting into Nate’s hard stomach as he fed her his black cock. His thick black shaft was sawing in and out of my wife’s puckered butt hole. There was a lewd, sloppy, smacking noise as the black dick pumped in and out of my wife’s ass. Her luxuriant butt hairs were tangling with Nate’s pubic hairs, as their bodies slapped against each other.

Nate’s hips flexed, and his scalding hot come filled my wife’s ass. Peggy came over and over, as she felt her bowels flood with black come. As Nate withdrew his giant black cock, a loud popping noise came from my wife’s butt hole. His huge shaft was coated with creamy white with sperm and pussy juice!!! Peggy fell forward onto her stomach in total exhaustion, as sperm ran out of her torture butt hole. She was totally spent!!!! All of the men smiled and leered at my spent wife as she lay below them.

Peggy’s voluptuous hips continued to pump up and down out of a reflex action from all the fucking she had absorbed, as she lay on her stomach. She reached back with her hands, and spread her ass to show these men her ravaged butt hole. A smile of satisfaction crossed her face, as these strangers leered at her prone body. Peggy was showing these men what this black cock had down to her pure white body!!!!!

Her elegant pearl necklace and diamond earrings were still in place on her sweating body, as her hips pumped up and back. Her neat make-up and blue eye shadow were still intact. A light coating of sweat covered her body from her sexual heat. She thrust up and held her voluptuous white buns open and held her pose in front of the men. Her sex openings were stretched and wet with white sex cream, which dangled in her hairy sex!!!

“Look what that big black donkey dick did to me, Guys!!!!” My wife moaned lewdly, as she slipped her finger into her spread crack and lightly traced her ravaged anal tissue. “My poor little butt will never be the same!!!! It feels like my butt hole is on fire!! Have you ever seen anyone like me fucked by a big black dick????”

“Hell NO!!!” The men said in unison, as the bent over my prone wife undulating below them. “You would be the last women we would have guessed!!!! Hell, you look like June Cleaver!!!!!”

The men’s awed reaction seemed to turn my wife on. She began to slightly twist her hips, and dance her up-thrust ass is their faces, as she presented herself for inspection. Her bushy hair fringed butt crack surrounded her widely dilated anus. Each stroke of her fingertip across her muscled anal ring caused her anus to wink and contract forcing Nate’s sperm to trickle out before their eyes!!!!

The men kneeling above the white ass leaned over my wife, and took turns smelling her pussy and ass!!! A couple of men took turns fingering my wife’s butt hole with two fingers at a time. Peggy’s white buns thrust up to meet their insertion. Two other men began licking my wife’s white buns making them wet and shiny with saliva, as the tongues traveled all around her backside!!!!

“I never let my husband near my ass!!!” My wife confessed giggling. “What the hell was I thinking??? Now I am letting all of you touch my ass as you please!!! The next time, when I am sitting at church, I going to be thinking of how many fingers have been in my butt!!!!! Can you guys believe that I fit that big dick back there????? ”

My wife’s thrusting hips signaled that she was nearing another orgasm!!! She was actually wagging her tail and coming!!!!

“Peggy, did you have a good time at my party????” Mr. Jones asked my wife. “Did you like Nate’s big black dick???”

“Well, Mr. Jones, now you have seen a faithful wife take her first black dick!!!!” My wife said, as she was losing consciousness from the wine, and her sexual exhaustion. “And, I fucking loved it!!!! I want Nate to fuck my big bush anytime he wants!!!”

“Mr. Jones, I want Nate to come to my house and fuck me in front of my husband!!!!” My wife dreamily said, as she drifted off to sleep. “I want my husband to see his wife fucked by a big black donkey dick!!! I want him to watch his wife get stretched!!!!”

After a while, Mr. Jones picked my wife up and carried her to his car nude. I ran out of the mansion, to beat them home, and I was hiding, when they delivered my wife to our house. They left her on our front porch, and quickly drove away.

I carried my passed out, unconscious wife to our bedroom and laid her on our bed. I could hear her stretched, hairy pussy and ass still making a gurgling sound, as she lay there.

As I put Peggy on the bed in our bedroom and looked back, my eyes were filled with the sight of my taken and abused wife. Her tender white body was flushed. Her matted brown bush was wet with come. The loud smell of her sex order filled the air. I was astonished!!!!!

As my eyes traveled upward to her face, I noticed a smile across her lips, as she slept.

Man, what a party!!!!!!

Historical Parallels

2008-05-15T21:40:00.000-07:00

A man, whose family was German aristocracy prior to World War II, owned a number of large industries and estates. When asked how many German people were true Nazis, the answer he gave can guide our attitude toward fanaticism. "Very few people were true Nazis," he said, "but many enjoyed the return of German pride, and many more were too busy to care. I was one of those who just thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the majority just sat back and let it all happen. Then, before we knew it, they owned us, and we had lost control, and the end of the world had come. My family lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp and the Allies destroyed my factories."
We are told again and again by "experts" and "talking heads" that Islam is the religion of peace, and that the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in peace. Although this unqualified assertion may be true, it is entirely irrelevant. It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the spectra of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam.
The fact is that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history. It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars worldwide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honor-ill. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. It is the fanatics who teach their young to kill and to become suicide bombers.
The hard quantifiable fact is that the peaceful majority, the "silent majority," is cowed and extraneous.
Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people. The peaceful majority were irrelevant.
China's huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.
The average Japanese individual prior to World War II was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians; most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet.
And, who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were "peace loving"?
History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt, yet for all our posers of reason we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points: Peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence. Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don't speak up, because like my friend from Germany, they will awaken one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.
Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghans, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late.
As for us who watch it all unfold, we must pay attention to the only group that counts; the fanatics who threaten our way of life.
Lastly, anyone who doubts that the issue is serious and just deletes this email without sending it on is contributing to the passiveness that allows the problems to expand. So, extend yourself a bit and send this on and on and on! Let us hope that thousands, world wide, read this and think about it, and send it on - before it's too late.
Emanuel Tanay, MD

Would you like to Dance?

2008-05-09T07:18:00.001-07:00

Would you like to Dance?
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

She sat at the bar, her ram rod straight back turned toward the hotel’s bar’s tables.

He watched her closely, trying to see her face between the bottles that covered the mirror on the back bar, thinking perhaps he knew her.

She was with another woman. They seemed to enjoy each other’s company, from the look of it. They were not laughing and giggling, but were in deep conversation. Her friend seemed to be trying to convince her of something.

Too many years had passed to be sure it was her. But he had to know. What the hell was her last name, anyway? Not that it mattered, he realized, she was most likely married and had a different name now.

He was betwixed, trying to think of her maiden name so he could go up and talk to her. Alsher . . . .no . . . Balsher . . . . no, . . . . . DAMN!

Finally he just walked up and stood beside her, acting as though he was getting a drink from the bar tender. He heard her friend whisper, “Do him Jen! That guy there beside you! He’s cute! Just take him home and fuck him! George will never know. Just do it, get it out of your system. Then you’ll know if this is what you really want! Just DO it hon! Stop agonizing over it and just DO it!”

Jen looked up at him, her face showing her slight embarrassment.

He looked down at her, wondering.

“Jim!!!!!!!!!!???????”

“Jen?”

They hugged each other like long lost lovers.

“Jim, what in the world are you DOing here?”

“Well, Jen, I was just wondering the same thing!”

Jen suddenly remembered her friend was there. “Oh! Sorry! Um Jim, this is my sister in law. Sandra.”

Sandra held out her hand to him. Jim shook it gently, not squeezing it too tightly, but firm, just firm enough.

“Would you two like to join me at my table?” Jim asked.

Both women picked up their drinks and wraps and followed him to his table. Sandra was checking out his equipment, Jim noticed, as he pulled their chairs out for them. The table was delightfully small. Their knees were all rubbing together under the table. In a few seconds, Jim felt Sandra’s hand on his thigh.

“So how do you two know each other? Is there a sexy story involved?” Sandra was nothing if not straight forward.

Jen explained, “I was on rally squad, Jim was the quarter back.”

Sandra asked “And? Give me the dirt.”

Jim was a bit miffed by Sandra trying to make it into something it was not. “Jen was prom queen and I was her date for the dance.”

Jen corrected him. “Jim was the prom king.”

Sandra felt like she was having to do all the work here. “AND?”

Jen was the one that answered this time. “Nothing Sandra. There is nothing else!” She appeared as though she was getting miffed at her sister in law.

Sandra’s hand moved up a few inches on Jim’s thigh. Her finger tips were now caressing his inner quad muscle. “He still has nice leg muscles, Jenn! Lets take him home with us!”

“SANDRA!” was Jen’s embarrassed outburst.

Sandra looked Jim in the eye, “Want to go home with us, Jim, and fuck us both silly?” Her fingertips were now caressing his inner thigh just to the side of Jim’s cock. In spite of the situation, he felt himself swelling. As it swelled, it moved against her fingertips.

“MMMMMmmmmmm, very nice Jim! VERY nice!” Her hand went to his engorged shaft, running down its length till it reached his glans. “WOW Jen! He has an incredible cock! Lets take him home! I can tell by the look on your face you wish it was you that had your hand on his prick instead of me! Admit it sister in law! You want a nice cock in you tonight don’t you? Jim has a NICE one!”

Sandra looked Jim in the eye and said, “Her stupid husband got her all hot and bothered today and then left her high and dry. He left town leaving his poor little wife all hot and bothered! We both know she needs to get laid tonight, poor thing. She just can’t admit to herself that it is her husband’s fault that he left her like this! Come on, won’t you help out an old fellow classmate in such dire need, Jim?” Her talented fingers had him fully hard now. “Besides, her husband has a short thin one, and she needs to experience one like yours, big boy!”

Jen retorted indignantly, “Don’t listen to her Jim! She is just pissed at her brother in law.”

Jim realized that he was lost as to who Sandra really was. Was she Jen’s husband’s brother’s wife, or was she . . . . .? Jim lost his concentration when he felt one of her hands coddle his testicles as her other hand seemed to be trying to unzip his zipper.

Sandra looked at Jim and asked him if he wanted to go someplace a little quieter so they could talk. Jim quickly agreed, immediately getting up, holding his hand out for Jen, then walking away, escaping from the hands that seemed to be trying to expose him in public.

Sandra, not to be left alone, nor outdone, hurried after them.

The threesome found a quiet spot in the bar around the corner. The music was slow and easy, the lighting gave them privacy, which helped Jen relax, no longer afraid someone she knew might see her with a man other than her husband.

Sandra again seemed eager to fondle Jim’s crotch as Jen and Jim began to recount their lives since high school. Talking to Jen allowed Jim to remain somewhat aloof to Sandra’s eager fondling.

After a short while, a man walked up and asked Jen to dance. Jim grinned and urged her to do that while he took a “break”. Jim canted his head toward the john. Jen understood his intentions and accepted the man’s offer to dance.

The man led her to the dance floor then encircled her with his arms. He was a good dancer. Jen, after getting the feel for his style of leading, finally looked up at his face, only to discover that the man was handsome, about her husband’s height, and quite black. Surprised, Jen looked around the room. She then realized that many of the patrons there were black. She saw, in fact, that the male patron’s were almost all black, but many of the females were white, like she and Sandra.

Her dance partner smiled down a her, “My name is Jerrod. And yours is?”

“Uh . . . . . Jen.”

Jerrod smiled warmly at her. His smile was sincere, and he seemed genuinely interested in her as a person. “Your friend there seems quite attracted to her boyfriend. Her hands seem to not be able to stay away from his stuff! If you catch my drift?”

Jen blushed hotly in the darkness of the dance floor. “Yeah, she has always been rather forward in her desires.”

Jerrod proved his powers of perception when he commented, “Her boyfriend does not seem particularly interested in her, more so with you, if I might be so bold as to mention, Jen.”

Jen could not believe she was having this conversation with a total stranger. But she felt to not continue would be perceived as rude. Feeling a bit trapped, she replied, “Yeah, he and I were the king and queen of the Prom when we were seniors in high school. We were always attracted to each other, but never did anything about it. Back then. So to speak. God, I can’t believe I am telling you this! I don’t even know you!”

Jerrod chuckled. “I have that affect on people, it seems!” He thought for a moment as he expertly led her about the floor. “Would you like me to help you out by keeping her on the dance floor as you two should-have-been-lovers catch up? Maybe even decide to HOOK up?” His eyes stared intently into Jen’s, full of intelligence and upfront honesty.

Jenn realized that she no longer felt uncomfortable with this man. After thinking about it for a few seconds, she replied, “You would do that for me?”

Jerrod chuckled in basso profundo amusement. “I would be doing it in hopes of bedding our friend. So don’t think me a saint, Jen!” He winked at her playfully. “In fact, I have rented the penthouse suite this trip, shall we go up there and continue this? You two could get reacquainted more easily that way! And no one would see us, so your husband would never know! It has three bedrooms, a Jacuzzi, and a sauna. Plenty of reasons to get more comfortable should you choose to go in that direction, my new, petite and sexy married friend!”

Jen realized that Jerrod’s quick intelligence missed nothing.

She smiled up at him appraisingly, then replied, “That, my new friend, sounds like a great idea!” Jen found herself dancing a bit more closely to him for the rest of the dance. She felt as though she could trust him. She felt his size against her belly as his large strong hands cradled her securely. Jen sensed herself moistening, despite her determination to stay true to her husband. Was it her dance partner, or was it the chance to be near a man she had wished she had gotten to know better many years before?

Or was it both?

Sandra marched around the suite ooohing and aaaaawing over its lascivious appointments. Jen could see Sandra appraising the likelihood that Jerrod was rich, and how good he might be in bed. Jen knew her friend well enough to know that Sandra was going to be split-tailed before long, with Jerrod saddled up and riding her.

Jen chastised herself for thinking in such vulgar terms, but had to admit that Sandra could do worse. A vision of Jerrod riding Sandra, his well-muscled, black, naked humping bum, and wonderfully endowed manhood, riding Sandra hard and making crude noises as he pounded her mercilessly, like Jen’s husband had taken HER on THEIR honeymoon.

That was SO long ago, she realized. And they had never quite gotten it back together again quite so well after that. And her husband’s size was not nearly as magnanimous as she perceived Jerrod’s to be. She was still blushing at her intimate fantasy when she sat down beside Jim on the couch. Jerrod had already started the music and had pulled Sandra into a cozy clench as he danced tightly with her. Jen almost envied Sandra’s sudden entrapment.

+++++++++++++++

A few hours later, After several glasses of excellent wine, and after rediscovering the warmth of a long lost friend, Jen realized that Sandra and Jerrod had disappeared. After a bit, she sheepishly discovered that the reason she noticed the change was that Sandra was now making noises that could only be interpreted as the sounds of a woman in oblivious ecstasy. The slap-slap-slap of their bodies together was now unmistakable. The sounds of the bed being stressed by two bodies in carnal abandon, creaking in tell tale pleasures, all assaulted Jen’s already piqued senses.

Jen glanced at Jim, her face flushed with the now obvious realization of her own neediness. Desperately Jen tired to shut out the sounds of her friend receiving the treatment that she herself so craved. ‘Damn you George!’ she thought, ‘why did you leave me so up in the air like this! Damn it, you were so unfair to me.’ She felt the sodden fabric of her panties against her cleft. She had almost decided to escape, to go home when she felt Jim’s gentle hand on her breast.

She heard her own sudden gasp. She felt how hard her nipple was against the palm of his hand. His loving lips were on her neck now, then her ear lobe, then breathing softly into her ear. “I have always loved you Jen! Let’s at least have this one time together my darling?”

Jen could no longer think clearly. She felt her head turn up toward his. His lips grazed hers, then pressed longingly to her mouth, his lips so incredibly soft, his hand now caressing her breast, his thumb gently massaging her nipple. “I need you baby . . . I have needed you all this time.” With his left hand, he expertly slid her onto her back as his hips moved magically between her somehow parted thighs.

Barely able to breathe, she heard herself say “Yes Jimmie, yes, take me. Take me, make love to me like we should have years ago baby!” Her arms were around his neck, her breasts eagerly probing his chest, her ankles gripping his thighs as she felt her body tremble in need of a man other than her husband.

Jim slowly pulled her dress up, relishing the sensation of his hand intimately caressing the body of the girl he had lusted for all those years. His beloved Jen was his at last. He would relish these stolen moments for the rest of his life.

Jen’s feverish fingers struggled to free his organ, then pulled him to her parted thighs, forgetting the sodden cotton barrier that still remained. Jim pushed hard, sinking his glans into her opening, but could go no farther. Both found themselves straining to couple, yet it was as though they could not break through to completion.

Whimpering from need, Jen began to writhe and hump. Unnoticed, a dark hand finally reached between them and pulled the fabric of her panties aside, allowing Jim’s gorgeous thick penis to sink deeply into her quivering vagina. As his enviable penis slid past that certain point where her husband’s had always stopped, Jen felt her body jolt, then explode in rich multi-colored sensations of sensual ecstasy. Her body swiggled in orgasm as she crested over and over. She felt her body inexplicably expel spritzes of hot liquid, but could not stop her quivering orgasm as she blasted over and over again. Barely conscious, she worried that she had peed all over her lover and the couch on which he had so gloriously taken her.

Gasping for breath, her heart beating a million miles an hour, Jen slowly descended from the rarified air at the peaks of her ecstasy. Slowly her heels relaxed where they had dug into Jim’s thighs as she urged him on. Her quivering thighs relaxed as she relinquished her actively clamping suction on his shaft.

Still breathing heavily, Jim rolled over, freeing her from his weight. Her heart rate began to descend toward normal. Jim, his chest heaving, his penis deflating, lay on the floor beside her. ‘Wow!’ Jen thought.

Jen closed her eyes in blissful contentment, grinning in soothed delight, reliving the incredible orgasm she had just experienced. ‘Why did I wait so long?’ she asked her self. She had never felt so complete in her life.

A whispered “Would you like to dance?” caressed her ears. Her new lover’s strong loving hands picked her up, treasuring her body, cradling her as she was treasured, eyes closed, swaying to the music, dancing with her invisible lover as, naked, she was waltzed about the room. His unseen penis was caressing her bottom as she rode in his arms, her mind reliving her bliss, her body still aroused and willing to accept his further sexual congress.

Her darling dancing lover lifted her slightly, then slid her again onto his erect phallus. It felt so good as again her body enveloped his thick shaft of pleasure. She smiled as she sensed that her first lover besides her husband, was already excited enough by her body for another carnal delight, his quickly resurrected penis inside her again. SO much larger than her husband’s!

Her body began to quiver, her sheathe rippling in delight, his pulsing thickness buried to its base within her body. Each step pressed her most sensitive part against the base of his manhood. Each sideways movement caused his hardness to move about inside her body. Jen blissfully accepted her baby-doll-like adoration from her strong virile lover. His soft succulent lips on her neck, her forehead, her ears, were like fairy’s kisses. Her quivering slowly spread until it consumed her whole being. Her fountain of pleasure began to overflow. Her body began to shudder in desperate need of complete, uninhibited release.

The tension in her body as she rose toward the peaks of ecstasy delivered her into the most ecstatic discharge she of her life. As her saturated mind begin to fade toward darkness, her eyes opened slightly, revealing through the slight crack between her eye lids the ebony physique of Jerrod, his muscles rippling as he began to stab her body with his thick meaty dagger of lust.

As the last shred of light faded from her mind, she felt his sperm copiously fill her with his heat, and with his love.

The Problem with Science

2008-05-04T15:21:00.000-07:00

'Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.'

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'

'Yes sir,' the student says.

'So you believe in God?'

'Absolutely. '
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'

'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'

'Yes.'

'Are you good or evil?'

'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a moment.

'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you
help him? Would you try?'

'Yes sir, I would.'

'So you're good...!'
'I wouldn't say that.'

'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a
Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'

The student remains silent.

'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the
student time to relax.

'Let's start again, young fella Is God good?'

'Er...yes,' the student says.

'Is Satan good?'

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'

'Then where does Satan come from?'

The student : 'From...God. ..'

'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct? '

'Yes.'

'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everythin g, then God created evil, since evil
exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'

Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues: 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred?
Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'

The student: 'Yes.'

'So who created them?'
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them? There is
still no answer.
Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.
'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'

The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.'

The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.. Have you ever seen Jesus?'

'No sir. I've never seen Him.

'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'

'No, sir, I have not.'

'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'

'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

'Yet you still believe in him?'

'Yes.'

'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'

'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. 'Professor, is there such a thing as heat?'
'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There' s heat.'

'And is there such a thing as cold?'

'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't.'

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The
student begins to explain.

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega- heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to
go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total
absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'

'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, right light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn' t it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you? '
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. ' So what point are you making, young man?
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion
must also be flawed.'

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'

'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. ' You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite,
something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be
ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just
the absence of it.'

'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do'

'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very
good semester, indeed.

'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I
mean.'

The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?'

The class breaks out into laughter.

'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or
smelled the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir? '

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'

'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of
man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the
absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'

The professor sat down.

Pass this on if you have faith and love Jesus.

A Very Happy Ending on this Story

2008-04-16T10:08:00.000-07:00

Butte, Montana November 5, 2007:

Two illegal aliens, Ralphel Resindez, 23, and Enrico Garza, 26, probably believed they would easily overpower home-alone 11 year old Patricia Harrington after her father had left their two-story home.

It seems the two crooks never learned two things: They were in Montana; and Patricia had been a clay shooting champion since she was nine.

Patricia was in her upstairs room when the two men broke through the front door of the house. She quickly ran to her father's room and grabbed his 12 gauge Mossberg 500 shotgun.

Resindez was the first to get up to the second floor only to be the first to catch a near point blank blast of buckshot from the 11- year-old's knee crouch aim. He suffered fatal wounds to his abdomen and genitals.

When Garza ran to the foot of the stairs, he took a blast to the left shoulder and staggered out into the street where he bled to death before medical help could arrive. TWO ILLEGALS THAT WILL BE SENT BACK....IN A BOX!

It was found out later that Resindez was armed with a stolen 45 caliber handgun he took from another home invasion robbery. That victim, 50-year-old David Burien, was not so lucky. He died from stab wounds to the chest.

PATRICIA STAVED OFF A ROBBERY AND POTENTIAL RAPE BECAUSE HER PARENTS TAUGHT HER HOW TO USE A GUN. HER PARENTS JUST DIDN'T HIDE A GUN IN THE HOUSE AND NOT EDUCATE HER ON THE POWER THAT A FIREARM PROVIDES.

IGNORANCE CAN BE DEADLY, BUT FORTUNATELY FOR THIS MONTANA FAMILY, KNOWLEDGE WAS POWER.

Now that is Gun Control!

Thoughts for the day:

Calling an illegal alien an 'undocumented immigrant' is like calling a drug dealer an 'unlicensed pharmacist'

BLAMING GUNS FOR VIOLENCE IS LIKE BLAMING SPOONS FOR ROSIE O'DONNELL'S BUTT.

This WAR is REAL

2008-04-15T19:46:00.000-07:00

An Articulate Piece written on "The War We are Fighting"
The writer of this narrative is Dr. Vernon Chong, Major General, USAF, Retired.

If you would like to see who this man is, go to this Air Force web site and look him up:
http://www.af.mil/bios/bio.asp?bioID=5000

This WAR is REAL
Dr. Vernon Chong, Major General, USAF, Retired

To get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through it. Our country is now facing the most serious threat to its existence, as we know it, that we have faced in your lifetime and mine (which includes WWII).

The deadly seriousness is greatly compounded by the fact that there are very few of us who think we can possibly lose this war and even fewer who realize what losing really means.

First, let's examine a few basics:

1 When did the threat to us start?

Many will say September 11, 2001. The answer, as far as the United States is concerned, is 1979, 22 years prior to September 2001, with the following attacks on us:
* Iran Embassy Hostages, 1979;
* Beirut, Lebanon Embassy 1983;
* Beirut, Lebanon Marine Barracks 1983;
* Lockerbie, Scotland Pan-Am flight to New York 1988;
* First New York World Trade Center attack 1993;
* Dhahran , Saudi Arabia Khobar Towers Military complex 1996;
* Nairobi , Kenya US Embassy 1998;
* Dares Salaam , Tanzania US Embassy 1998;
* Aden , Yemen USS Cole 2000;
* New York World Trade Center 2001;
* Pentagon 2001.

(Note: during the period from 1981 to 2001 there were 7,581 terrorist attacks worldwide.)

2 Why were we attacked?

Envy of our position, our success, and our freedoms. The attacks happened during the administrations of Presidents Carter, Reagan, Bush 1, Clinton and Bush 2. We cannot fault either the Republicans or Democrats, as there were no provocations by any of the presidents or their immediate predecessor, President Ford.

3 Who were the attackers?

In each case, the attacks on the US were carried out by Muslims.

4 What is the Muslim population of the World?

25%.

5 Isn't the Muslim Religion peaceful?

Hopefully, but that is really not material. There is no doubt that the predominately Christian population of Germany was peaceful, but under the dictatorial leadership of Hitler (who was also Christian), that made no difference. You either went along with the administration or you were eliminated. There were 5 to 6 million Christians killed by the Nazis for political reasons (including
7,000 Polish priests).

(see http://www.Nazis.testimony.co.uk/7-a.htm

Thus, almost the same number of Christians were killed by the Nazis as the six million holocaust Jews who were killed by them, and we seldom hear of anything other than the Jewish atrocities. Although Hitler kept the world focused on the Jews, he had no hesitancy in killing anyone who got in the way of his extermination of the Jews or of taking over the world - German, Christian, or any others.

Same with the Muslim terrorists. They focus the world on the US , but kill all in the way -- their own people or the Spanish, British, French or anyone else. The point here is that, just like the peaceful Germans were of no protection to anyone from the Nazis, no matter how many peaceful Muslims there may be, they are no protection for us from the terrorist Muslim leaders and what they are fanatically bent on doing -- by their own pronouncements -- killing all of us 'infidels.' I don't blame the peaceful Muslims. What would you do if the choice was to remain silent or be killed?

6 So who are we at war with?

There is no way we can honestly respond that it is anyone other than the Muslim terrorists. Trying to be politically correct and avoid verbalizing this conclusion can will be fatal. There is no way to win if you don't clearly recognize and articulate who you are fighting.

So with that background, now to the two major questions:

1 Can we lose this war?

2 What does losing really mean?

If we are to win, we must clearly answer these two pivotal questions:

We can definitely lose this war and, as anomalous as it may sound, the major reason we can lose is that so many of us simply do not fathom the answer to the second question - What does losing mean?

It would appear that a great many of us think that losing the war means hanging our heads, bringing the troops home, and going on about our business, like post-Vietnam. This is as far from the truth as one can get.

What losing really means is:

We would no longer be the premier country in the world. The attacks will not subside, but, rather, will steadily increase. Remember, they want us dead, not just quiet. If they had just wanted us quiet, they would not have produced an increasing series of attacks against us over the past 18 years. The plan was, clearly, for terrorists to attack us until we were neutered and submissive to them.

We would, of course, have no future support from other nations, for fear of reprisals and for the reason that they would see; we are impotent and cannot help them.

They will pick off the other non-Muslim nations, one at a time. It will be increasingly easier for them. They already hold Spain hostage. It doesn't matter whether it was right or wrong for Spain to withdraw its troops from Iraq . Spain did it because the Muslim terrorists bombed their train and told them to withdraw the troops. Anything else they want Spain to do will be done. Spain is finished.

The next will probably be France . Our one hope with France is that they might see the light and realize that if we don't win, they are finished, too, in that they can't resist the Muslim terrorists without us. However, it may already be too late for France . France is already 20% Muslim and fading fast.

Without our support, Great Britain will go, also. Recently, I read that there are more mosques in England than churches.

If we lose the war, our production, income, exports, and way of life will all vanish as we know it. After losing, who would trade or deal with us if they were threatened by the Muslims? If we can't stop the Muslim terrorists, how could anyone else?

The radical Muslims fully know what is riding on this war, and therefore are completely committed to winning, at any cost. We'd better know it, too, and be likewise committed to winning at any cost.

Why do I go on at such lengths about the results of losing? Simple. Until we recognize the costs of losing, we cannot unite and really put 100% of our thoughts and efforts into winning. And it is going to take that 100% effort to win.

So, how can we lose the war?

Again, the answer is simple. We can lose the war by 'imploding.' That is, defeating ourselves by refusing to recognize the enemy and their purpose and failing to dig in and lend full support to the war effort. If we are united, there is no way that we can lose. If we continue to be divided, there is no way that we can win.

Let me give you a few examples of how we simply don't comprehend the life and death seriousness of this situation:

President Bush selects Norman Mineta as Secretary of Transportation. Although all of the terrorist attacks were committed by Muslim men between 17 and 40 years of age, Secretary Mineta refuses to allow profiling. Does that sound like we are taking this thing seriously? This is war! For the duration, we are going to have to give up some of the civil rights to which we have become accustomed. We had better be prepared to lose some of our civil rights temporarily or we will most certainly lose all of them permanently

And don't worry that it is a slippery slope. We gave up plenty of civil rights during WWII, and immediately restored them after the victory ... and, in fact, added many more since that time.

Do I blame President Bush or President Clinton before him?

No, I blame us for blithely assuming we can maintain all of our Political Correctness and all of our civil rights during this conflict and have a clean, lawful, honorable war. None of those words apply to war. Get them out of your head.

Some have gone so far in their criticism of the war and/or the Administration that it almost seems they would literally like to see us lose.

I think some actually do. I hasten to add that this isn't because they are disloyal. It is because they just don't recognize what losing means. Nevertheless, that conduct gives the impression to the enemy that we are divided and weakening. It concerns our friends and it does great damage to our cause.

Of more recent vintage, the uproar fueled by the politicians and media regarding the treatment of some prisoners of war perhaps exemplifies best what I am saying. We have recently had an issue involving the treatment of a few Muslim prisoners of war, by a small group of our military police. These are the type prisoners who just a few months ago were throwing their own people off buildings, cutting off their hands, cutting out their tongues, and otherwise murdering their own just for disagreeing with Saddam Hussein.

And, just a few years ago, these same type prisoners chemically killed 400,000 of their own people for the same reason. They are also the same type of enemy fighters who recently were burning Americans and dragging their charred corpses through the streets of Iraq And, still more recently, the same type of enemy that was and is providing videos to all news sources internationally of the beheading of American prisoners they held.

Compare this with some of our press and politicians, who for several days have thought and talked about nothing else but the 'humiliating' of some Muslim prisoners -- not burning them, not dragging their charred corpses through the streets, not beheading them, but 'humiliating' them.

Can they be for real?

The politicians and pundits have even talked of impeachment of the Secretary of Defense. If this doesn't show the complete lack of comprehension and understanding of the seriousness of the enemy we are fighting, the life and death struggle we are in, and the disastrous results of losing this war, nothing can.

To bring our country to a virtual political standstill over this prisoner issue makes us look like Nero playing his fiddle as Rome burned -- totally oblivious to what is going on in the real world. Neither we, nor any other country, can survive this internal strife. Again, I say, this does not mean that some of our politicians or media people are disloyal. It simply means that they are absolutely oblivious to the magnitude of the situation we are in and into which the Muslim terrorists have been pushing us for many years.

These people are a serious and dangerous liability to the war effort. We must take note of who they are and get them out of office. Remember, the Muslim terrorists stated goal is to kill all infidels. That translates into ALL non-Muslims -- not just in the United States , but throughout the world. We are the last bastion of defense.

We have been criticized for many years as being 'arrogant.' That charge is valid. We are arrogant in that we believe that we are so good, powerful, and smart that we can win the hearts and minds of all those who attack us, and that, with both hands tied behind our back, we can defeat anything bad in the world. We can't!

If we don't recognize this, our nation, as we know it, will not survive, and no other free country in the world will survive if we are defeated.

And, finally, name any Muslim countries throughout the world that allow freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom of religion, freedom of the press, equal rights for anyone -- let alone everyone, equal status or any status for women, or that have been productive in one single way that contributes to the good of the world.

This has been a long way of saying that we must be united on this war or we will be equated in the history books to the self-inflicted fall of the Roman Empire . If, that is, the Muslim leaders will allow history books to be written or read.

If we don't win this war right now, keep a close eye on how the Muslims take over France in the next 5 years or less. They will continue to increase the Muslim population of France and continue to encroach, little by little, on the established French traditions.

The French will be fighting among themselves over what should or should not be done, which will continue to weaken them and keep them from any united resolve. Doesn't that sound eerily familiar?

Democracies don't have their freedoms taken away from them by some external military force. Instead, they give their freedoms away, politically correct piece by politically correct piece.

And they are giving those freedoms away to those who have shown, worldwide, that they abhor freedom and will not apply it to you or even to themselves, once they are in power.

Muslims have universally shown that when they have taken over, they then start brutally killing each other over who the few will be controlling... the masses.

What is happening in Iraq is a good example. Will we ever stop hearing from the politically correct about the 'peaceful Muslims?'

I close on a hopeful note by repeating what I said before: If we are united, there is no way that we can lose. I hope now, after the election, the factions in our country will begin to focus on the critical situation we are in, and will unite to save our country. It is your future we are talking about. Do whatever you can to preserve it. I reiterate: our national election is under way.

After reading the above, we all must do this, not only for ourselves, but for our children, our grandchildren, our country, and our world. Whether Democrat or Republican, conservative or liberal ... and that includes the Politicians and media of our country and the free world.

Please forward this to any you feel may want, or NEED to read it. Our 'leaders' in Congress ought to read it, too. There are those who find fault with our country, but it is obvious to anyone who truly thinks through this, that we must UNITE!

Lastly, I wish to add: at the risk of offending, I sincerely think that anyone who rejects this as just another political rant, or doubts the seriousness of this issue, or just deletes it without sending it on, is part of the problem.

Deciding on the Surge

2008-02-16T14:38:00.000-08:00

How Bush Decided on the Surge

[A year ago, we were losing in Iraq. Then the president made the most momentous decision of his presidency.]

by Fred Barnes, Executive Editor of THE WEEKLY STANDARD

02/04/2008, Volume 013, Issue 20

The date: December 13, 2006.
The location: a windowless conference room in the Pentagon known as the Tank.

It was an inauspicious place for President Bush to confront the last major obstacle to the most important decision of his second term, perhaps of his entire presidency. And the president chose not to deal with his hosts, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, as a commander in chief would address subordinates. He hadn't come to the military brass's turf simply to order the five chiefs and two combatant commanders to begin a "surge" of additional troops in Iraq and to pursue a radical change in strategy. For that, he might have summoned them to the Oval Office or the Situation Room in the basement of the White House. He had come to the Pentagon to persuade and cajole, not command.

The president was in a weak and lonely position. After Republicans lost the Senate and House in the midterm election on November 7, nearly 200 members of Congress had met with him at the White House, mostly to grouse about Iraq. Democrats urged him to begin withdrawing troops, in effect accepting defeat. Many of the Republicans were panicky and blamed Bush and the Iraq war for the Democratic landslide. They feared the 2008 election would bring worse losses. They wanted out of Iraq too.

Inside his own administration, Bush had few allies on a surge in Iraq aside from the vice president and a coterie of National Security Council (NSC) staffers. The Joint Chiefs were disinclined to send more troops to Iraq or adopt a new strategy. So were General George Casey, the American commander in Iraq, and Centcom commander John Abizaid. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice favored a troop pullback. A week earlier, the Iraq Study Group, better known as the Baker-Hamilton Commission, had recommended a graceful exit from Iraq.

The presence of former secretary of state James Baker, a longtime Bush family friend, on the commission was viewed in Washington and around the world as significant. It was assumed, correctly in this instance, that Baker wouldn't have taken the post if the president had objected. (At least one top Bush adviser faulted Rice for not blocking the amendment by Republican representative Frank Wolf of Virginia that created the commission in the first place.) Baker was seen as providing cover for Bush to order a gradual retreat from Iraq.

But retreat was the furthest thing from Bush's mind. "This is very trite," he told me. "Failure was no option . . I never thought I had to give up the goal of winning." He wanted one more chance to win.

At the Pentagon, Bush listened sympathetically to the complaints and worries of the chiefs. He promised to ease the strain the war had put on the military. Bush knew the idea of deploying more troops and changing the strategy would be a tough sell. It had been hatched outside the Pentagon. Co-opting the chiefs was "tricky business," an aide said. It "would be the most demanding civil-military challenge the president would face."

Some of the president's aides feared the chiefs would raise such strenuous objections to a surge that Bush would back off or, worse, they'd mount a frontal assault to kill the idea. Neither fear was realized. The session in the Tank lasted nearly two hours. When it was over, the chiefs were unenthusiastic. Weeks earlier, when Bush aides had asked them to draft a plan for what a surge would look like militarily, the Pentagon had dawdled. Now, with Bush doing the asking, the chiefs agreed to produce a surge plan. Bush had gotten all he needed from them--acquiescence. The surge was on.

It wouldn't be announced until Bush addressed the nation on January 10, 2007. In the meantime, important details had to be worked out, such as getting assurances from Iraqi prime minister Nuri al-Maliki that he wouldn't interfere to protect Shia friends or militias. And when the Pentagon said one or two more Army brigades would suffice, the White House consulted General David Petraeus, whose selection as the new commander in Iraq had yet to be made public. Petraeus said he'd need a minimum of five and that's what he got. "I decided to go robust," Bush said. A senior adviser added: "If you're going to be a bear, be a grizzly."

For an unpopular president facing a Democratic Congress ferociously opposed to the war in Iraq, it was a risky and defiant decision. Now, a year later, it's clear the surge has been a success. Violence is down, Baghdad mostly pacified, many Sunni leaders have abandoned their insurgency, and Al Qaeda in Iraq has been crushed (though not eliminated).

The war is not over, nor have the Iraqi government's steps toward sectarian reconciliation between Shia and Sunnis amounted to much. But should progress continue to the point that American troops begin coming home in large numbers and Iraq emerge as a reasonably secure democracy, a possibility arises: that because of his surge decision, Bush not only won the war in Iraq but saved his presidency.

The summer before Bush's visit to the Tank, success in Iraq had seemed unattainable. As sectarian conflict mushroomed and violence in Baghdad lurched out of control, the president had reluctantly concluded the war in Iraq was being lost. His hopes for a stable Iraq, buoyed by three elections there in 2005 and the installation of a democratic government, had been dashed. "There was just a constant stream of reporting about an impending civil war or innocent people being just run over by lawlessness and armed gangs," he told me when I interviewed him recently. "The cumulative effect of the rise in violence suggested to me we were going to have to do something different."

By early November, the president had a pretty good idea what that something should be. On November 5, the Sunday before Election Day, he met with Robert Gates, deputy national security adviser and eventually CIA director in the administration of Bush's father, at his ranch in Crawford, Texas. Bush was looking for a replacement for Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, whose departure was to be announced the day after the election. Gates, president of Texas A&M University at the time, was his first choice.

Gates "informed me in the course of the conversation that, as a member of the Baker-Hamilton Commission, he favored a surge of additional troops in Iraq," Bush said. This matched the president's own view. "I was thinking about a different strategy based upon U.S. troops moving in there in some shape or form, ill-defined at this point, but nevertheless helping to provide more security through a more robust counterinsurgency campaign," he said.

The president had been impressed by a plan developed by his NSC aides with advice from a loosely knit group of retired and active duty Army officers and civilian experts. It called for adding troops, protecting Iraqi citizens, securing Baghdad, and eventually pacifying the country. Bush received a daily written report on Iraq, and as conditions worsened in the fall he began to question NSC staffers informally about his options in Iraq. "Not every meeting in the White House is a formal meeting," Bush told me. "A lot of times decisions can be formulated outside the formal process."

The surge decision certainly was. By the time a formal NSC review began in October, followed by an "interagency" task force that met from mid-November to early January, Bush was quietly but solidly pro-surge. Had another credible plan for victory in Iraq come to his attention, Bush might have latched onto it. None did.

National security adviser Steve Hadley knew the president was single-mindedly committed to winning in Iraq. "He knew my anxiety and . . knew my intensity on the issue," Bush said. "He read me like a book." Though the president hadn't requested it, Hadley's deputy J.D. Crouch assigned NSC aide William Luti, an ex-Navy officer, to prepare a surge blueprint. When Meghan O'Sullivan, the 37-year-old Oxford Ph.D. who ran the NSC's Iraq desk and was an early advocate of a surge, dropped by, Bush casually questioned her about Iraq. He also grilled Hadley, Crouch, and NSC official Peter Feaver about conditions in Iraq. "Any chance I had, when I was alone with them, I would probe, get their sentiments."

He was never alarmed, Bush said, by the opposition to a surge from nearly everyone in the political community, the media, and the foreign policy establishment--everyone, he pointed out, "except for the people inside the White House I trust. We've been in this foxhole now for seven years, and we're battle-tested, hardened veterans of dealing with the elite opinion in Washington, D.C."

Though Bush had all but decided on a surge before the formal "interagency review" began looking at new options on Iraq, the process wasn't a charade. It forced the president to consider alternatives. And it also involved agencies besides the White House--the Defense and State departments, the CIA, the Joint Chiefs. "At a very minimum," the president said, it made them "feel they had a say in the development of a strategy." In this case, a small say.

The military, in Bush's view, has to be treated with special deference and tact. "One of the most important jobs of a commander in chief, and particularly in a time of war, is to be thoughtful and sensitive about the U.S. military," he said. Bush believes in persuading the military to embrace his policies rather than simply imposing them. In fact, a senior Pentagon official said Bush hoped the military would use the interagency review to push for a surge on its own. That didn't happen. The chiefs preferred the status quo, which meant sticking to a strategy of training the Iraqi army and leaving it with the job of defeating the insurgency.

This was the attitude Bush sought to mollify when he went to the Tank, the regular meeting place for the Joint Chiefs. He sat across a table from them: chairman Peter Pace, Army chief Peter Schoomaker, Marine commandant James T. Conway, chief of naval operations Michael Mullen, and Air Force chief T. Michael Moseley. Casey and Abizaid, the combatant commanders, were also present. Two defense secretaries sat, a bit awkwardly, on Bush's side of the table, the outgoing Donald Rumsfeld and his successor, Robert Gates, who was confirmed the following week.

In September, Rumsfeld had rejected the idea of a surge when retired general Jack Keane, a former vice chief of staff of the Army and a member of the advisory Defense Policy Review Board, met with him and Pace. Keane insisted the "train and leave" strategy, as Bush referred to it, was failing. He proposed a counterinsurgency strategy, the addition of five to eight Army brigades, and a primary focus on taking back Baghdad. Rumsfeld was unconvinced. But now, with Bush favoring a strategy nearly identical to Keane's, he didn't object. "Rumsfeld was never a lose guy," a Bush adviser said. "He always wanted to win."

With Bush's connivance, Cheney asked the chiefs a series of questions designed to ease their qualms about a surge. What would be the consequences of losing in Iraq? Was the Iraqi army capable of quelling the sectarian violence without substantial help from American troops?

The chiefs had real grievances to air, and they didn't hold back. Schoomaker cited the stress on combat forces from repeated tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan. That, Bush told me, was "the main thing I remember from that meeting. That was clearly a factor in some of the people around the table's thinking . . . if you sustain our level, much less increase the level, you could, Mr. President, strain the force, which is an important consideration."

Bush agreed that strain was a problem. Then he delivered a sharp rejoinder, touching on a theme he returned to in nearly every meeting on Iraq. "The biggest strain on the force would be a defeat in Iraq," he said. Winning trumped strain. To alleviate the strain, the president committed to enlarging the Army by two divisions and increasing the size of the Marine Corps. The chiefs had two more complaints. The military, practically alone, was carrying the load in Iraq. Where were the civilians from the State Department and other agencies? Again, Bush agreed with their point. He promised to assign more civilians to Iraq. (The number of provincial reconstruction teams was soon doubled.)

Their final problem was the unreliability of Iraq's Shia government and army. Would Iraqi forces show up and do their part in the surge? And would they act in a non-sectarian manner, treating Sunnis the same as Shia? Bush said he'd get a public commitment on both counts from Maliki before making a final decision on the surge. And he did.

In early 2006, Bush was positive about prospects in Iraq. "First of all, 2005 was a fascinating year," he said. "You know, elections were held, the country looked relatively calm." The president wouldn't have been as hopeful if he'd talked to colonels and majors and captains on the ground in Iraq. As news traveled up the military chain of command in Iraq, then to the White House, it tended to get more optimistic. Bush's confidence about Iraq would soon be shattered.

On February 22, 2006, the golden dome of the al-Askari Mosque in Samarra, one of the holiest Shia mosques in Iraq, was bombed. That single act of violence would change everything. For several weeks, Iraqi Shia and their militias didn't react, and Bush and his advisers thought they'd dodged a bullet.

Then in April, violence exploded with a fury unseen in Iraq in the nearly three years since American troops had deposed Saddam Hussein. Shia militias hadn't responded to earlier al Qaeda and Sunni provocations. But now they erupted in a killing spree. Shia death squads slaughtered thousands of Sunnis. Baghdad became a free fire zone. Iraq was on the verge of an all-out civil war.

At the White House, officials began to question the military strategy in Iraq and the assumptions behind it. American forces had been pursuing a "small footprint." Its rationale was that Americans were an occupying force whose presence stoked the Iraqi insurgency. So the strategy was to keep U.S. troops out of Iraqi neighborhoods as much as practicable. They were camped instead in large installations, mostly outside Baghdad, and deployed on missions to destroy al Qaeda terrorists and insurgents.

There was another crucial assumption shared by American military leaders: Iraqis had to step up first. Violence wouldn't subside until the new Iraqi government took tangible steps toward reconciliation between Sunnis and Shia. Reconciliation was a precondition for security. And while the American military could train and equip an Iraqi army, it couldn't win the war. If Bush was skeptical of the small footprint, he never expressed it. He accepted the assurance of his commanders that the strategy was working--until Samarra.

After the bombing, NSC officials were increasingly dubious. They weren't alone. General Keane kept in contact with retired and active Army officers, including Petraeus, who believed the war could be won with more troops and a population protection, or counterinsurgency, strategy--but not with a small footprint. At the American Enterprise Institute (AEI) in Washington, a former West Point professor (and a current WEEKLY STANDARD contributing editor), Frederick Kagan, was putting together a detailed plan to secure Baghdad. But the loudest voice for a change in Iraq was Senator John McCain of Arizona. He and his sidekick, Senator Lindsey Graham of South Carolina, traveled repeatedly to Iraq. McCain badgered Bush and Hadley with phone calls urging more troops and a different strategy. Together, McCain, Keane, Petraeus, the network of Army officers, and Kagan provided a supportive backdrop for adopting a new strategy.

White House thinking about Iraq changed quickly, at least at the staff level. The reigning assumptions about the conflict were discarded. American troops weren't seen as targets and catalysts for violence anymore. Iraqis wanted their protection. Nor was the insurgency the biggest threat to stability. Sectarian violence, fueled by Al Qaeda in Iraq, was. To tamp it down, a new strategy was required.

The counterinsurgency option, with its emphasis on protecting people, was soon popular with NSC officials. At O'Sullivan's request, Army general Kevin Bergner was assigned to her staff. He had conducted a small counterinsurgency operation in Mosul in 2005 that succeeded in reducing violence and restoring normal life. Around the same time, Colonel H.R. McMaster had led a successful counterinsurgency effort to secure Tal Afar in northwest Iraq.

To stimulate fresh consideration of Iraq strategy, the NSC staff organized a panel of experts to address the president and his war cabinet at Camp David in mid-June. The two-day meeting at the presidential retreat loomed as a potential turning point in the Bush administration's approach to Iraq.

The four-man panel wasn't stacked. Kagan spoke in favor of additional troops and outlined his plan for pacifying Baghdad with a "clear, hold, and build" strategy. American soldiers, along with Iraqi troops, would do the holding, living in Baghdad and guarding its citizens, Sunni and Shia alike. Robert Kaplan, the foreign correspondent and military writer now teaching at the Naval Academy, talked about successful counterinsurgency campaigns in the past. (Kaplan's books are among Bush's favorites.) Kaplan neither advocated a troop buildup nor opposed it.

Countering Kagan, Michael Vickers, a former Green Beret and CIA operations officer, explained how Iraq could actually be won with fewer troops, not more. Vickers is now an assistant secretary of defense. The fourth panelist was Eliot Cohen, now a State Department adviser. Bush had read his book on wartime leadership, Supreme Command. Cohen reemphasized its theme: Leaders should hold their generals accountable if a war is being lost or won.

Bush's reaction to the panel offered no hint of his thinking. After the first day's session, he secretly flew to Iraq to attend the inauguration of Maliki's government. Bush's advisers, still at Camp David and expecting to see him in person, were surprised when he spoke to them by teleconference from Baghdad.

Rather than a turning point, the events of June prompted a fleeting moment of optimism. The week before Camp David, Abu Musab al Zarqawi, the al Qaeda leader in Iraq, had been killed. (Cheney has a piece of the house where Zarqawi died on display at his residence.) And not only was Iraq getting a new and presumably more effective government, but American and Iraqi forces were jointly beginning an initiative to curb violence in Baghdad.

Organized by Casey, Operation Together Forward embraced the essence of counterinsurgency--clear, hold, and build--on paper. But in the field, it was counter-insurgency-lite with no additional American troops. Americans and Iraqis were to together drive out al Qaeda and the insurgents and take over Baghdad neighborhoods, with the Iraqis then staying behind to keep them secure. But many Iraqi units failed to show up. Those that did refused to stick around. The operation fizzled, as did a second attempt dubbed Together Forward II.

Bush, not heeding Cohen's advice, didn't blame Casey. The strategy "was unable to work because the clear, build, and hold was not complete," he said. "We would clear, we would somewhat build, but we wouldn't hold. And the sectarian violence that I thought had been avoided right after the Golden Mosque bombing began to spiral and neighborhoods were being cleansed."

The president, normally upbeat, was growing worried. At almost every meeting on Iraq, he emphasized "winning." It was Bush's mantra. But now he was losing the biggest gamble of his presidency. Another recurring theme was the consequences of defeat for America, Iraq, and the Middle East. "I was constantly trying to think about what do we need to do to succeed, what was it that was necessary," he said.

And so the first thing we did, here in the White House, with a very small group of people, was work on whether a different strategy was needed. And there were competing strategies. One was to keep it the way it was. Two was clear, build, and hold with a counterinsurgency strategy, empowering the Iraqis, but at the same time having enough troops there to make sure that the security situation changed, primarily in the capital as well as Anbar province, where the Sunnis were being harmed greatly by al Qaeda.

The other one was kind of the burnout strategy--step back, let it burn out, contain it, go to the borders, encampments outside the city, let them fight it out, and eventually it will fade out, and then we'll make sure it doesn't get totally out of hand, but out of hand albeit to a certain extent.

In the NSC's inner circle, Bush's partiality was clear. He liked option two, what later became known as the "surge." He got plenty of reinforcement for that position. Hadley and Crouch traveled to Iraq in late October and early November: Hadley to talk to political leaders, Crouch to spend time with military units. On his return, Hadley sent a memo to Bush and his war cabinet that criticized Maliki, but also pointedly hinted at a surge of additional troops in Iraq. The memo was leaked to the New York Times.

"We might also need to fill the current four-brigade gap in Baghdad with coalition (American) forces if reliable Iraqi forces are not identified," Hadley wrote. And the president should "ask Secretary of Defense and General Casey to make a recommendation about whether more forces are needed in Baghdad."

Crouch visited Anbar and found what O'Sullivan and others had also discovered in Iraq: American soldiers were now welcomed. Anbar, once controlled by Sunni insurgents and Al Qaeda in Iraq, had turned. The Sunnis had revolted against their al Qaeda allies and joined forces with Americans. With more troops, U.S. officers said they could gain control of the entire Anbar region.

On November 30, the day after Hadley's memo became public, Bush met with Maliki in Amman, Jordan. He had "a couple of important factors" to work out before committing to a surge. "One was, would I have a partner to deal with in the prime minister of Iraq," Bush said. "I went out to the region to have a little sit-down with him, to get a sense of his intensity in dealing with killers, whether they be Sunni or Shia. In other words, there had to be Iraqi buy-in to any new strategy in order for it to be effective."

The second issue was whether the Iraqi troops would participate in a surge and perform better than they had in Together Forward I and II. Maliki claimed the Iraqi army could handle the job of securing Baghdad alone. His attitude, the president said, was, "We need you there for a while, we can do this, we'll take care of it." But "after the meeting, General Casey said they can't." Bush believed Casey.

It was weeks before Bush got satisfaction from Maliki on the two points, weeks that included numerous phone conversations and talks by teleconference. Finally, in a speech four days before Bush announced the surge, Maliki gave public assurances that Iraqi troops would be fully engaged in pacifying Baghdad and would act in a nonsectarian manner.

In Washington, the president got little satisfaction from the interagency review of Iraq policy. Instead of a surge, the State Department favored a strategy of pulling troops out of Baghdad and allowing the Sunnis and Shia to finish their bloody struggle. When Bush heard about this idea, he rejected it out of hand. "I don't believe you can have political reconciliation if your capital city is burning," he said.

The Pentagon was on Bush's side, arguing that American troops shouldn't be ordered to stand by while people were being massacred. But, as Bush was to hear firsthand during his visit to the Tank, the military wasn't favorably disposed to a surge either. During the review, Joint Chiefs of Staff representatives stuck to the line that political reconciliation, not a troop buildup, was the key to reducing violence in Iraq. They also said a greater civilian effort was needed in Iraq. As for the U.S. military, the status quo in Iraq was fine.

Bush wasn't buying that. On December 11, Bush had five military experts to the Oval Office to talk about the Iraq war. Keane, a friend of Cheney but almost unknown to Bush, made the strongest impression, arguing that "train and leave" wasn't a strategy for winning. He laid out a case for the surge, reinforcing Bush's strong inclination. Retired generals Wayne Downing and Barry McCaffrey opposed the surge. (McCaffrey later changed his mind.) Stephen Biddle of the Council on Foreign Relations, a Democrat, criticized the gradual retreat urged by the Baker-Hamilton Commission. And Eliot Cohen talked about civil-military aspects of the Iraq war and said Bush should talk to younger officers, not just the generals.

That afternoon, Keane and Frederick Kagan gave Cheney a full briefing, including a slide show, on their surge plan. It had been developed at AEI with help from Keane's network of officers. Cheney didn't need much encouraging. Bush told Cheney biographer (and WEEKLY STANDARD senior writer) Stephen F. Hayes last year that the vice president had always been a "more troops guy." The surge neatly fit Cheney's specifications. Keane and Kagan became a sought-after pair in Washington, a gravelly voiced general and a young professor with a plan to win in Iraq. They gave briefings to Hadley and Pentagon officials, among others.

Bush was originally scheduled to deliver a nationally televised speech on Iraq the second week in December, a day or so after the Tank session. But the president wasn't ready. He wanted to give Gates time to visit Iraq. And a key decision--about sending troops to Anbar, home of the Sunni Awakening--was still to be made. The speech was put off until after New Year's.

When Gates returned from Iraq just before Christmas, he brought Casey's recommendation for a surge of one or two brigades--a mini-surge. Bush felt that wouldn't work. He had agreed with Hadley and Crouch that Anbar was an opportunity worth seizing. He didn't want to "piecemeal the operation" by tackling the province later. Once he'd "made the decision to cleanse Anbar and settle down Baghdad at the same time," Bush said, it had to be five brigades.

By this time, Petraeus was a factor in the decision-making. Both Gates and Rumsfeld had recommended him. He was already a favorite of Cheney, who'd spent a day at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, with Petraeus while the general was writing the new Army counterinsurgency manual. Petraeus gave a pre-publication copy of the manual to Cheney.

Though he was replacing Casey and jettisoning his strategy, the president didn't want to embarrass him. Bush admires Casey and rejects the Lincoln analogy: that like President Lincoln he fired generals until he found one who would win the war. When I raised the analogy, Bush interrupted. "McClellan and Casey," he said. "That's not accurate." Lincoln fired General George McClellan and ultimately made Ulysses Grant his top commander. According to the analogy, Petraeus is Bush's Grant. "I wouldn't go there," Bush told me. He promoted Casey to Army chief of staff.

The Petraeus factor strengthened Hadley's hand in working on Bush's speech. Words matter in presidential addresses, even a single word. The Pentagon wanted Bush to announce a surge of "up to" five brigades. Hadley urged the president to be more specific and forceful. Bush agreed and said he was "committed" to sending five brigades.

And if a question lingered about his intentions on Anbar, Bush answered it in his speech. "I have given orders to increase American forces in Anbar Province by 4,000 troops," he declared.

The 20-minute speech on January 10, 2007, was not Bush's most eloquent. And it wasn't greeted with applause. Democrats condemned the surge and Republicans were mostly silent. Polls showing strong public opposition to the war in Iraq were unaffected.

But the president, as best I could tell, wasn't looking for affirmation. He was focused solely on victory in Iraq. The surge may achieve that. And if it does, Bush's decision to spurn public opinion and the pressure of politics and intensify the war in Iraq will surely be regarded as the greatest of his presidency.

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary episode Oct 31 2007 a Seduction

2007-11-02T21:17:00.000-07:00

CSFW episode Oct 31 2007

[This pick up part way through a chat with a good friend]

Deni: I’m not yet ready for Halloween
Illeanna: getting ready here
Deni: guess i will just go naked
Illeanna: kids will be trick or treating
Deni: smile
Illeanna: wish i could just expose my milky tits..
Illeanna: felt soooooooooooooo good
Illeanna: tingly... feeling all over
Deni: inside and outside?
Illeanna: yes
Illeanna: such a good feeling
Illeanna: tough to explain
Deni: is it like a tingly pussy feeling when your getting turned on?
Illeanna: YES
Illeanna: MG YES
Deni: so like it extends t hat sensation to your breasts . ..
Illeanna: my nipples.. with stimulation make me orgasm
Deni: LOVE that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Illeanna: and it only makes sense them being full.. does that
Illeanna: me too
Illeanna: it incredible
Illeanna: and to have that feeling constantly..
Illeanna: my cunt is always wet anyways...
Illeanna: but to have my entire body.. involved in that feeling
Deni: chuckle
Deni: mine too
Illeanna: i love it
Illeanna: could just bask in that feeling
Illeanna: forever
Deni: sort of like floating in delirium
Illeanna: yes
Illeanna: VERY MUCH so
Deni: have you read my ultimate slave story?
Illeanna: i will
Illeanna: it is on that site also..
Illeanna: i read about your airplane trip... sooooooooo hot
Deni: makes me wet to think about
Illeanna: just knowing you wrote it.. does that to me
Deni: giggle
Deni: that one was a real story
Illeanna: the airplane one.. i know.. you told me
Deni: 'Electrical Stimulation' is the one I was referring to
Deni: Samarel called it "beyond BDSM"
Illeanna: that is not the ultimate slave one???
Illeanna: 2 different ones
Deni: http://www.samarelart.com/Adultstories/Deni/deni_005.htm
Illeanna: this is a true story
Illeanna: ???
Deni: no
Illeanna: ok
Deni: but my labia minora being gone is true
Illeanna: you said it was cut
Deni: but I could have seen myself being that submissive at times
Illeanna: i see
Illeanna: i have long thought i wanted to be.. just not sure how to go about getting there.. so have done as much reading as i can
Deni: “The magnification is so large that I can see the previous scars that I have inflicted on her. There is the place where I inserted the fishhook in California. And there is the ragged scar that resulted from my pulling that same fishhook out through her side. There is the scar from where I slit her to allow Master to suckle my life’s milk. There is the tiny point that is the result of removing the small shred of rock from within her where it had lodged for 35 years.”
Deni: that paragraph is all true
Deni: And there are the ragged scars from where I burst her by slamming a book down on to her while she was resting upon the corner of a table. I remember my spontaneous orgasm at that time as if it were yesterday. Even then I had received gasps of admiration for the courage I had shown. Master had beaten me for that, because he has instructed me that I was not to break my skin while I was the property of the group that bought my property rights for that wonderful night of unfettered orgasm and continuous sex. He had Lieza whip my bursted clit until it was totally numb of any sensation other than pain, throbbing cleansing pain

Deni: so is that one
Illeanna: suckling your life's milk??? your blood???
Deni: yes
Illeanna: nice
Deni: Are you still reading?
Illeanna: yes
Illeanna: and WOW
Illeanna: makes me so aroused
Illeanna: so wet
Deni: smile
Illeanna: WOW
Illeanna: yes.. beyond BDSM
Illeanna: a bit
Illeanna: but delicious
Illeanna: lol
Deni: Denis used to call me "Little One" and like you
Deni: it made me feel incredibly submissive
Illeanna: those words... speak so much to my soul
Illeanna: cannot explain it
Illeanna: just strikes a cord deep within me
Deni: yes
Illeanna: like nothing else
Illeanna: you strike a cord within me also.. and cannot explain it either
Deni: I make you feel submissive?
Illeanna: just make me thirst for so much
Deni: smile
Deni: I understand that
Illeanna: and yes... it would be nice to serve you
Deni: huge smile
Illeanna: there is so much between us talking.. and your stories... that touch me deeply
Illeanna: like nothing ever before
Deni: smile
Deni: I would love to take my strap to your soft flesh
Illeanna: difficult to explain
Illeanna: mmmmmmm
Deni: starting with your nipples
Deni: working around them
Deni: around your puffy nipples
Illeanna: oooooohhhhh
Deni: turning them red
Illeanna: OMG
Deni: watching them stiffen in protest
Deni: making them stand erect
Deni: watching your areola turn dark
Illeanna: they would be paying attention Maam
Deni: as I strap them
Deni: just ahrd enough to make then sting
Deni: and rise
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm yes
Deni: then slowly
Deni: slowly
Deni: working down your breasts
Deni: making your breasts as red as your areola
Illeanna: mmmmmmm
Deni: then placing clothes ins on your nipples
Illeanna: body would be yours to use
Illeanna: mmmmmmm yes Mistress
Deni: just before I turn you over
Deni: to expose your delectable arse
Deni: patting your arse
Deni: separating your cheeks
Deni: observing your opening
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: opening*
Deni: watching it twitch
Deni: in knowledge
Deni: that it is next
Illeanna: ooooooooohhhhhh my
Deni: to receive my strap
Deni: caressing your bum with the tip of the strap
Illeanna: yes Mistress as you will
Deni: as I watch your
Deni: ass rise
Deni: as though trying to urge it on
Deni: to accept is strikes
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Illeanna: you know what i need
Deni: HOLD YOUR CHEEKS OPEN FOR ME SLUT
Illeanna: yes MAAM
Illeanna: holding them
Deni: smiling at your taint
Deni: knowing it will change colors soon for me
Deni: as I reward it
Deni: with my strap
Illeanna: oh yesssssssss
Deni: I move to your head
Deni: and straddle your head
Deni: my pussy pressing onto your neck
Illeanna: mmmmmmm yess
Deni: I realize I Cant' see your ass cunt
Deni: so I dismount
Deni: and move the mirror
Deni: so that I can see your pucker takings its bitter medicine
Deni: remounting your head
Illeanna: it needs it Mistress
Deni: can you feel the wetness dripping onto your neck?
Illeanna: oh yes Mistress.. so nice
Deni: rubbing my clittie on your neck
Illeanna: mmmmmmm yesssss
Deni: raising my strap
Deni: WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Deni: nice welt honey
Illeanna: oooooooooohhhhhhhh
Deni: I finger the welt
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: the red rising on your white skin
Deni: I caress your bum
Deni: as I smile at my handiwork
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm thank you Mistress
Deni: I take the strap and cares your asshole with the tip
Deni: you begin to sense that I will strike you there next
Illeanna: yesssssss
Deni: I raise the strap
Deni: guageing the length of it
Deni: so that the tip will strike your asshole
Deni: WHACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Illeanna: oh yes thank you
Deni: I dismount your neck
Deni: adn
Deni: move to your bum
Deni: I caress the welt that crosses your ass cheek
Deni: and ends directly on your asshole
Illeanna: mmmmmmm
Deni: I kiss you there
Deni: my tongue licking the welt
Illeanna: thank you Mistress
Deni: from end to end
Deni: ending on your asshole
Deni: I kiss your taint
Deni: and probe your asshole
Illeanna: MG
Deni: with my tongue
Deni: I feel you resist me
Deni: displeased I gather a large black dildo
Deni: and lube my finger
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: inserting it a slight bit
Illeanna: oooooooohhhhhhhh my
Deni: twisting my finger
Deni: as I press
Deni: as I watch my finger begin to enter you
Illeanna: can almost feel you enter me
Illeanna: MG
Deni: twisting it as I move it
Deni: backand forth
Illeanna: mmmmmmm
Deni: in and out a bit
Deni: each time
Illeanna: shivers
Deni: entering you further
Illeanna: over my body
Deni: into you now to my first knuckle
Deni: circling inside you
Illeanna: oh yes
Deni: I see your ass move up
Deni: as though wishing more
Deni: inside you
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I add another finger
Deni: and begin to finger fuck your ass
Illeanna: oh yesss
Deni: in and out
Illeanna: MG mmmmmmmm
Deni: I press on your inner sphincter
Illeanna: sooooooo hot
Deni: it resists
Deni: and I keep pressing
Deni: just hard enough to trigger this reaction
Deni: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: slowly my fingers slide into you
Deni: all the way into you
Illeanna: OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I rest for a few moments
Deni: as I bite your ass cheek
Deni: then the other one
Illeanna: thank you sooooooooo much
Deni: leaving bite marks
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I begin to finger fuck your ass cunt
Deni: owning it
Illeanna: it is yours
Deni: twisting my fingers inside you
Deni: I add my third finger
Illeanna: no one has ever taken me like this
Deni: and it slides right in
Illeanna: and have sooooo wanted it
Deni: like a good little cunt slave
Illeanna: need it Mistress
Deni: I fuck your ass for some time
Deni: as I hear your moans
Deni: your whimpers
Illeanna: oooooooohhhhhhhh yessssssssss
Deni: I add my thumb
Illeanna: OMGGGGGGGGG
Deni: opening your ass cunt fully now
Illeanna: thank you Mistress..
Deni: I withdraw my hand and watch your ass cunt stay open
Deni: as though begging to be taken again
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm yes Maam
Deni: I insert the huge black dildo
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: and fuck it straight in
Deni: fully embedding you
Illeanna: fills me soooooooo good
Deni: with a huge black cock
Illeanna: omg
Deni: I whisper to you that you should get used to the idea of a huge black cock fucking you
Illeanna: can feel you fucking me Mistress
Deni: mmmmm
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: I feel you assisting me my sweet little cunt
Illeanna: oh yes.. anything for you Mistress
Deni: I leave the dildo completely inserted into you
Deni: and again mount your neck
Illeanna: oooooooooohhhhhh thank you
Deni: fucking my cunt on your neck again
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I again raise the strap
Deni: and welt your other ass cheek
Illeanna: yes Mistress.. as you will
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: caressing it as I watch your body working the dildo inside you
Deni: wanting it to fuck you
Deni: and take you
Illeanna: oh yessssssss
Deni: and fill you with its seed
Illeanna: sooooooooooo much
Illeanna: YESSSSSS
Deni: WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Illeanna: yessssssss
Deni: I lay a welt across your ass
Deni: right beside the other one
Illeanna: oh i so need it, as you will
Deni: I reach down and fuck the dildo in and out several times
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm yes
Deni: you squirm in pleasure
Deni: as I fuck your asshole cunt
Illeanna: body taking it
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm
Deni: WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Illeanna: feel you fucking me
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm
Deni: twin strips on the other cheek
Illeanna: oh yes... leave your markings with me
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I take another dildo from my bag of tricks
Deni: and begin to toy with it
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm
Deni: caressing your cheeks
Illeanna: oh myyyyyy
Deni: running ti across your full ass cunt
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmm
Deni: kissing your ass
Deni: on the welts
Illeanna: ;omg
Deni: kissing each and ever mark
Illeanna: mg
Deni: from one end to the other
Illeanna: oh thank you
Deni: reach in
Illeanna: you are so good to your slut
Deni: and again fuck your ass with the black dildo
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm
Deni: watching your ass clutching and suckling the dildo
Illeanna: oh yes
Deni: then run the second dildo across yor cunt lips
Deni: as I fuck your ass cunt
Deni: deep
Deni: and faster
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: oh yesssssssssss
Deni: suddenly I slam the 2nd dildo into your cunt full depth
Illeanna: MG
Deni: like piercing your body with a knife
Deni: I begin to work the dildo
Deni: s in counter point
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: slamming one in deep as I slowly pull the other one out of you
Deni: then reversing
Illeanna: MGGGGGGGgggg
Deni: sot hat you can feel the dildo's caressing your thin inner membrane
Deni: feel them fucking each other
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: as they fuck your cunts
Illeanna: oh yessssssss
Deni: I slam them both in
Deni: fully
Deni: deeply
Deni: and press them inside you completely
Illeanna: oh myyyyyyyyyy
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: nothing showing outside
Illeanna: so full..
Deni: I raise the strap
Deni: and wrap it around your ass so that its tip strikes your clittie
Deni: WHACK!
Deni: I watch your cunt quiver
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm
Deni: in pain
Deni: and submission
Deni: I caress your cunt
Illeanna: MG
Deni: and bend over
Deni: to kiss your clittie
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I turn you over
Deni: so th at you are belly up
Deni: and raise your legs
Deni: high
Illeanna: yes
Illeanna: mmmmm
Deni: pressing them back
Deni: until they are behind your arms
Deni: HOLD THEM THERE CUNT!
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: hold your cunt open for me
Illeanna: holding them
Illeanna: yessssssss
Deni: I bend over
Deni: and nipple
Illeanna: holding it for my sweet Mistress
Deni: on your lips
Deni: yrou cunt lips
Deni: red and welted
Illeanna: yes Mistress...
Deni: from my strap
Deni: I bite your cunt lips
Deni: then the other one
Deni: I work my teeth down your lips
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: and back up the other side
Illeanna: ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my
Deni: I crudely reach into your cunt and pull the dildo back out
Deni: and begin to fuck you hard with it
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm
Deni: I jam my fingers into your ass and pull the other dildo out
Illeanna: as you feel it needs to be fucked Mistress
Deni: and begin to fuck your body hard with both
Deni: simultaneously
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: both in
Deni: both out
Illeanna: oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh
Deni: it makes you feel incredibly stuffed
Deni: as I fuck you
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm i love that feeling
Illeanna: mmmmmmm
Deni: I put my strap on belt on
Deni: as you watch
Deni: your eyes wondering
Deni: which dildo I will strap on
Deni: will it be your ass?
Deni: or your cunt?
Illeanna: oh yesssssss Mistress..
Deni: I take one and fuck you a bit
Deni: then take the toehr and fuck you for a bit
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm
Deni: then step between your legs
Deni: and smile at you
Illeanna: fuck me how you wish Mistress
Deni: I blow you a kiss
Illeanna: mmmmmmm
Deni: and smile again
Deni: I watch your eyes watch me
Deni: your eyes are half closed
Illeanna: you are so good to your slut Mistress
Deni: and full of desire
Deni: I attach the dildo in your
Deni: ass to my harness
Deni: I smile at you again
Deni: I fuck into you deeply
Illeanna: thank you Mistress
Illeanna: oh yes fuck me
Deni: holding it deeply into you
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm can feel you fucking me hard
Deni: I reach up and pinch your nipples
Deni: then release the nipple clamps
Deni: you feel blinding pain
Deni: as the blood comes back into your nipples
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I grin as your face shows your pain
Deni: I begin to fuck your ass cunt
Deni: I take each nipple in my fingers
Deni: and use your nipples to pull me to you
Illeanna: yesssssss Mistress
Deni: and then press against your breasts to push away
Deni: milk begins to ooze from your breasts
Deni: I smile
Illeanna: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmm
Deni: as i watch my ahnds become wet
Deni: as I pull and push on your milk filled breasts
Illeanna: oh yessssssss
Deni: I fuck in as I pull your tits
Illeanna: oh yesssssssss
Deni: and I press hard on your tits as I pull out
Illeanna: feels soooooooooo incredible
Deni: I move faster and faster until your breasts feel as though
Deni: they are being pulled off as I fuck you hard and deep
Deni: I slam your cunt
Illeanna: mmmmmmm
Deni: you feel my stomach slamming your clit
Illeanna: mmmmmm
Deni: as I torture your mil emitting tits
Deni: I pinch your nipples hard now
Deni: as I pull and push
Deni: then let up on your nipples
Illeanna: mmmmmmm milking me
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I slap your tits
Deni: all side
Illeanna: soooooooooooo good
Deni: bottom
Deni: tops
Deni: sides
Deni: hard slaps
Deni: they show my hand prints
Illeanna: MMMMMMMMMMMMM
Deni: I find myself wising I could com e inside you
Illeanna: your markings on me
Deni: wishing I could breed you
Deni: my slut
Deni: my cunt
Deni: my Little One
Illeanna: OH MY
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm
Deni: I begin to cum
Illeanna: yesssssssss
Deni: as I slam you
Deni: hard
Deni: as Hard as I can
Deni: I cum
Deni: and I shudder in release
Deni: until I suddenly collapse onto your stomach and breast
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: passed out in blissful blackness
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: MGGGGGGGGggg
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: mg.. felt you fucking me so hard.. my cunt is sooooooooooo wet
Deni: smile
Deni: cum baby
Illeanna: yessssssssss
Deni: slap your clittie for me and cum
Illeanna: rubbing it
Deni: yes
Illeanna: soooooooooo hot
Deni: rub it for me
Deni: tug at your nipples for me
Deni: as you frig your clittie
Illeanna: oh yessssssss
Illeanna: hard
Illeanna: touching
Deni: yesssssssssssssssssssss
Deni: close
Deni: getting close
Deni: so closeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Deni: ase
Deni: las
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Illeanna: yesssssss
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Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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Illeanna: oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
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Illeanna: OMGGGGGGGGGG
Illeanna: you ok Mistress
Deni: yes baby
Deni: kisses
Illeanna: mg.... sooooooooo wet
Deni: how about you?
Illeanna: dripping
Deni: love it when your wet honey
Deni: taste it
Deni: enjoy it
Illeanna: is soooooooooo wet...
Illeanna: white creamy cummmmmmmmm
Deni: do you have a nice dildo to use?
Illeanna: sooooooooooo hot
Deni: smile
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: good baby
Deni: fuck your cunt honey
Deni: deep and wonderfully
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: sliding it all the way inside of me..
Deni: mmmmm
Illeanna: hidden deep inside..
Deni: yessssssssssssssssssssss
Illeanna: grinding on it
Deni: yessssssssss
Illeanna: making my cunt take it all
Deni: grind that clittie
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm
Deni: and cuntie on it
Illeanna: that spot...
Deni: oh yes
Deni: THAT spot
Illeanna: that lights my entire body on fire
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: yesssssssssssssssssssssssss
Illeanna: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhh
Illeanna: sooooooooooo dripping
Illeanna: and sooooo wet
Deni: wo wonderfully wet
Illeanna: yes
Illeanna: cunt takes it soooooooo good
Deni: breed your cuntie honey
Deni: deep and hard
Illeanna: never gets tired of fucking
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: good cuntie!
Illeanna: oh yes.. very good cunt
Illeanna: could really feel you fucking me
Deni: I loved it
Illeanna: was incredible
Illeanna: explosive
Deni: good!
Illeanna: gushing fucking wet
Deni: grin
Illeanna: am drenched
Deni: wet my face baby
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: squirt on your face
Deni: yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Illeanna: as you wish
Illeanna: i am yours to command
Illeanna: is mine to obey
Deni: dripping onto my titties
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm
Deni: filling my mouth
Deni: with your essence
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm sooooooooooo good
Illeanna: so hot
Deni: my nipples are starting to retract a tiny bit
Illeanna: let me suckle them
Deni: mmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: will keep them hard for you
Illeanna: whenever you need
Deni: OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Deni: giggle
Illeanna: mmmmmm
Illeanna: would love to suckle them for you
Deni: let me hold my breast to your mouth
Illeanna: feed me
Deni: feed you
Illeanna: oh yes
Deni: grin!
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm
Illeanna:
Illeanna: filling my mouth with your nipple
Illeanna: pulling on the other one
Deni: yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Deni: pull hard honey
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: Maybe we should post it on the sites
Deni: as a CumSLutFuckWHore Diary
Illeanna: pulling and sucking on your nipples
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Illeanna: yes Mistress.. if you so desire

Illeanna: not sure how to do that
Deni: I will do it honey
Deni: Just play with that pussy of yours as I work on it
Illeanna: thank you Mistress.. you are sooooooo good to me
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Illeanna: is so very wet
Deni: tell me each time you cum baby
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Illeanna: ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
Illeanna: yes
Deni: mmmmmmmm
Illeanna: fucking my cunt
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmm
Deni: yesssssssssssssssssssss
Illeanna: soooooooo hot
Illeanna: cumming
Deni: yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: fucking it harder now
Illeanna: sooooo wet
Deni: good
Illeanna: slick with cummmmm
Deni: mmmm
Illeanna: cummmingggggggg
Illeanna: again
Illeanna: it does not stop.. they just keep building
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: fuckign soooo god
Deni: nice cuntie stretching fucking
Illeanna: oh yessssssssssss
Illeanna: clit feels like it is huge
Illeanna: cuummmmign
Illeanna: spreading cunt
Illeanna: splitting it apart fucking
Deni: oh god yessssssssssssss
Illeanna: sooooooooo hard
Illeanna: soooooooo wet
Illeanna: dripping down my legs Mistress
Illeanna: cummming again
Deni: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: grin
Illeanna: sooooooooooooooooo wetttttttttttttt
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: fucking it so god
Illeanna: grinding
Illeanna: fucking
Illeanna: drenching
Illeanna: cummmmmmmmmmmmmminggg
Illeanna: hips grinding
Illeanna: cunt filled soooooooooo good
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: MGGGGGGGGGGggg
Illeanna: fucking harder
Illeanna: with my dildo
Illeanna: fucking...
Illeanna: cummmmmmingggggggg
Deni: yes baby
Deni: go hard
Illeanna: as hard as I can
Deni: punish that cuntie
Illeanna: it needs it
Deni: grin
Illeanna: soooooooooooo bad
Deni: make it sore
Deni: tender
Illeanna: i love it sore
Deni: me too
Illeanna: makes me want more
Deni: yes
Illeanna: over and over
Illeanna: till it can take no more.. but i want more
Illeanna: cummmmmmmiingdd
Illeanna: MGGGGGGGgggg
Deni: oooooooooooh
Deni: go baby
Deni: go
Illeanna: cannot stop fucking cumminggggggggg
Illeanna: hips grinding into that cock
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: cummmmmmmm running down to my knees
Illeanna: drenching me
Illeanna: white thick cummmmmm and my juicesssssssssssss
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: love thick white stuff
Deni: smooth
Illeanna: body createssssssss plenty
Deni: like Kahlua
Illeanna: OMG
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: is thick
Illeanna: still fucking
Deni: yess
Deni: good little slut!
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm yessssssss maaaaaaaam
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: still fuckingggggggg

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Deni: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Illeanna: cummmmmmmingggggggg
Illeanna: is me.. is how i cummmmm playingggggggggg
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: cuumminggg

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Illeanna: shaking
Illeanna: now lwkj
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: yes
Deni: good cunt leavings
Illeanna: hips cannot stop moving
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmm
Deni: giggle
Illeanna: thank you Mistress
Deni: go baby
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: go
Illeanna: is sooooooooo wetttttttt
Illeanna: cummmmmmmmming
Deni: love it when a woman is so wet and ready and needy and cummmmmmms so hard!
Illeanna: body will not stop
Deni: Love it when I cum like that and cant stop
Illeanna: i am like that too
Illeanna: sooooooooo much
Illeanna: and i want sooooooooo much.. need sooo much to be fucked so incredibly hard and long
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: cuuuujmmmmmmmm
Deni: we need to get you gang banged baby
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: an all nighter
Illeanna: OH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyy
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: use me
Illeanna: PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE
Deni: grin
Deni: shall we advertise your cunt on the black groups?
Illeanna: make me cummmmmm till i pass out and keep fucking me until i wake up.. then still fuck me more
Illeanna: yes mistress
Illeanna: as you so wish
Deni: oh god that makes me hot
Illeanna: i need to be used the way you need me to be
Deni: smile
Illeanna: is that baddddddddd
Deni: you make me happy honey
Illeanna: i so want to serve
Deni: I will attach your pussy pics to the ads and see what we get
Illeanna: cuuuumiiinggg
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: yessssssssssssssssssssssss
Illeanna: would you be with me
Deni: hmmmmm
Deni: I am thinking that I want you to be there and alone as you take on black cock after black cock
Deni: and attached to me via internet
Deni: sending me pics
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Illeanna: yesssssssss
Deni: getting the guys to participate
Deni: taking pics
Deni: sending them as you cum
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: and cum and cum
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: taking cock after cock
Illeanna: OMG
Illeanna: fucking ggggggggggg so hard
Illeanna: so wetttttttttt
Deni: will [her boyfriend] let us use his house to have the gang bang?
Illeanna: i think he would
Deni: he could be your support
Deni: and help set it up
Illeanna: thank you Mistress
Illeanna: he would..
Illeanna: he so wants to see that
Deni: that would alleviate your fears, right?
Illeanna: yesssssssss
Deni: k
Illeanna: we have also talked of going to Spokane.. like for a weekend
Illeanna: as well
Deni: god this is hot
Illeanna: yesssssssss it is
Deni: Seattle has more black men I think
Illeanna: and so is my cunt.. fucking so hardddddddddd
Illeanna: probably
Deni: want to do it in Seattle?
Illeanna: we could..
Deni: yes
Illeanna: ohhhhhhhh my godddddddddddddd
Illeanna: cummming sooooooooo good
Deni: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: soooooooooooow et
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: smilinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
Illeanna: am sooooooooo hot..
Illeanna: nipples fully extended
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: so harfddddddddd
Deni: nice fucky fucky nipples
Illeanna: yessssssss
Illeanna: cannot wait to get my milk back in them
Illeanna: want that sooooooo bad
Deni: grin
Illeanna: just need lots of suckling
Deni: yes
Deni: black lips suckling as your getting a good fucking
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: fucking soooooooo good
Illeanna: fuck of a lifetime
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: cummmmingggggggggggg
Illeanna: ;omg
Deni: if you want to cum to Portland
Deni: I can arrange an all night fucking at one of the theatres
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: sounds nummmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy
Deni: k
Illeanna: [her boyfriend] would like that too
Illeanna: lol
Illeanna: oooooooooooooooooooo
Deni: just let me know the date and time you will arrive
Illeanna: yes
Deni: and I will set up a "wingman" for you to help you get started and watch over you
Deni: k?
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: you are so good to me
Deni: giggle
Deni: you are a wonderful slut baby
Illeanna: make me sooooo hot
Illeanna: body so responds to you
Deni: huge grin
Illeanna: thank you Mistresss
Illeanna: OMGGGGGggggg
Illeanna: cannot quit cummmmmmmmmmingggggggg
Deni: giggle
Deni: go baby!
Illeanna: fucking so hard......... my arm is going to wear out
Deni: use that slutty cunt till it screams for relief
Illeanna: need a fucking machine
Deni: good thinkin!
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: have thought about that a lot
Illeanna: enough is never ever enough
Illeanna: i can never get enough.. used to think i was curseddd
Deni: giggle
Deni: blessed baby
Illeanna: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Illeanna: cuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: OH MY GODDDDDDDDDdddddddd
Illeanna: drenched
Illeanna: drippingggggggggg
Illeanna: soakiggggggggggggg
Illeanna: mmmmmm
Deni: giggle
Illeanna: cannot quit fucking
Deni: good
Deni: go for the gusto baby
Illeanna: soooooooooooo hotttttt
Deni: set a record
Deni: grin
Illeanna: i ve lost count
Illeanna: cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: its a good night then
Illeanna: oh yes
Illeanna: very good
Illeanna: and you started it by fucking me.. making it even better
Deni: giggle
Illeanna: cuuuumiinggggg
Deni: yessssssssssssssssssssssss
Deni: go baby
Deni: fuck my cunt hard
Illeanna: ohhhhhhhh yes...
Illeanna: fucking it for you
Illeanna: stretching it
Deni: yes
Illeanna: making it take it
Deni: get it ready fro all those BBCs
Illeanna: yessssssssss Mistress
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyy
Illeanna: cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: so hard filling me up
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: my head is dizzy Mistress
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: smile
Illeanna: cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm
Deni: are you in a safe place if you pass out honey?
Illeanna: yessssssssss
Deni: k
Illeanna: i think so
Deni: then keep fucking my pussy
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Illeanna: pounding it for you
Illeanna: grinding
Illeanna: cummmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: ing
Illeanna: omg
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Deni: love how well you take cock honey
Illeanna: i love cock
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: makes my body feel so good
Illeanna: soooooooooo hot
Illeanna: wet
Illeanna: cunt just keeps wanting more
Illeanna: arm is about dead
Deni: feed it honey
Illeanna: ;(
Deni: feed it deep and well
Deni: giggle
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm holding it still.. grinding on it
Deni: your right arm will be stiff tomorrow
Illeanna: making it go deep within me
Illeanna: yes
Deni: gooooooooooooood
Illeanna: have muscles like popeye
Illeanna: lol
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: grin
Illeanna: grinding on that cock
Illeanna: taking all of it
Illeanna: till disappears
Illeanna: cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: can feel it so deep
Illeanna: fucking me
Illeanna: long strokes
Illeanna: hard
Deni: mmmmm
Illeanna: pounding into me
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmi
Illeanna: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo
Illeanna: i cannot believe how wet i am
Illeanna: drenched
Deni: giggle
Deni: my marvelous cunt slut
Illeanna: and ;omg... just noticed the time...
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: yessssssss
Deni: grin
Illeanna: wowwwwwwwwww
Deni: been a solid hour of cumming honey
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: good
Illeanna: need ittttttttttt
Illeanna: OMGGGGGGGgg
Illeanna: tits are now starting to scream at me also need to pump
Illeanna: ooooooooooooooooooooo
Deni: slap them hard honey
Illeanna: mmmmmmmm
Deni: make them red
Illeanna: oooooooo
Deni: as you fuck your slutty cunt
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: MGGGGGGGGGGGGGGg
Illeanna: cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Illeanna: oooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Illeanna: feels like your hands on them
Illeanna: OMGGGGG
Deni: it is baby
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: I am there fucking your sweet cunt
Illeanna: MG
Illeanna: can feel it
Illeanna: cummmmmmmmmmmingggggggg
Illeanna: ssssssoooooooooooo wetttttttttttt
Illeanna: runninggggggg down my legsssssssssss
Illeanna: out of my wide open cunt
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: licking your wetness
Illeanna: Mistress... i must beg my leave of you...
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: k honey
Deni: I will send our chat
Illeanna: i will miss you GREATLY
Deni: so you can read before I post it
Illeanna: thank you Mistress
Deni: kisses on your sore arm
Illeanna: thank you
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: the one that did such great duty tonight
Illeanna: i will need it Mistress
Deni: giggle
Deni: well
Illeanna: told you .. i need a machine..
Illeanna: need it...
Deni: talk to [your boyfriend] and set up the dates for the gang bangs and theatre visits
Deni: ok?
Illeanna: ok
Illeanna: yes Mistress
Deni: sweet dreams of fuckings tonight honey
Deni: night
Deni: sweet sweet slut
Illeanna: oh yes Mistress
Illeanna: thank you
Deni: my pleasure my little slut
Illeanna: kisses you
Illeanna: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Deni: night honey sweet lover
Illeanna: night

Concubines

2007-10-12T07:30:00.000-07:00

I have been doing some research on the concept of "Concubine".

Kind of interesting.

A concubine was nothing more than a lover. The early kings of Isreal (David, Solomon, etc) had concubines. Concubines were lovers. That is the direct translation as I understand it.

But when you were very rich, and you could afford to feed and house them, they became more like our concept of mistresses, i.e. supported, or live in lovers.

Anyone ever been a concubine? Sounds kind of sexy to me . . . ..

Spanish Newspaper Article

2007-09-24T09:21:00.000-07:00

This is a translation of an article from a Spanish newspaper

ALL EUROPEAN LIFE DIED IN AUSCHWITZBy Sebastian Vilar Rodrigez(*)

I walked down the street in Barcelona, and suddenly discovered a terrible truth - Europe died in Auschwitz. We killed six million Jews and replaced them with 20 million Muslims. In Ausch witz we burned a culture, thought, creativity, talent. We destroyed the chosen people, truly chosen, because they produced great and wonderful people who changed the world.

The contribution of this people is felt in all areas of life: science, art, international trade, and above all, as the conscience of the world. These are the people we burned.

And under the pretense of tolerance, and because we wanted to prove to ourselves that we were cured of the disease of racism, we opened our gates to 20 million Muslims, who brought us stupidity and ignorance, religious extremism and lack of tolerance, crime and poverty, due to an unwillingness to work and support their families with pride.

They have turned our beautiful Spanish cities into the third world, drowning in filth and crime.
Shut up in the apartments they receive free from the government, they plan the murder and destruction of their naive hosts.

And thus, in our misery, we have exchanged culture for fanatical hatred, creative skill for destructive skill, intelligence for backwardness and superstition.

We have exchanged the pursuit of peace of the Jews of Europe and their talent for hoping for a better future for their children, their determined clinging to life because life is holy, for those who pursue death, for people consumed by the desire for death for themselves and others, for our children and theirs.

What a terrible mistake was made by miserable Europe.

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Side note: Many, many Americans have become so insulated from reality that they imagine America can suffer defeat without any inconvenience to themselves.

2007-09-21T10:57:00.000-07:00

BILL CLINTON'S MILITARY CAREER
As researched and written by Cdr. Hamilton McWhorter USN (ret)

Bill Clinton registers for the draft on September 08, 1964, accepting all contractual conditions of registering for the draft. Selective Service Number is 3 26 46 228.

Bill Clinton was classified 2-S (student deferral) on November 17, 1964.

Reclassified 1-A (qualified for military service) on March 20, 1968.

Ordered to report for induction on July 28, 1969.

Refuses to report and is not inducted into the military.

Reclassified 1-D (ROTC deferment) after enlisting in the United States Army Reserves on August 07, 1969, under authority of Colonel E. Holmes.

Signs enlistment papers and takes oath of enlistment. Bill Clinton fails to report to his duty station at the University of Arkansas ROTC, September 1969.

Reclassified 1- A on October 30, 1969, as enlistment with Army Reserves is revoked by Colonel E. Holmes and Clinton now AWOL and subject to arrest under Public Law 90-40 (2)(a) registrant who has failed to report...remain liable for induction.

Bill Clinton's birth date lottery number is 311, drawn December 1,
1969, but anyone who has already been ordered to report for induction is INELIGIBLE!

Runs for Congress (1974), while a fugitive from justice under Public Law 90-40.

Runs for Arkansas Attorney General (1976), while a fugitive from justice.

Receives pardon on January 21, 1977, from President Jimmy Carter.

Becomes the FIRST PARDONED FEDERAL FELON ever to serve as President of the United States.

[All these facts come from Freedom of Information requests, public laws, and various books that have been published, and have not been refuted by the Clintons.]

After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, President Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed five U.S. military personnel, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1996 Khobar Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia, which killed 19 and injured 200 U.S. military personnel, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1998 bombing of U.S. embassies in Africa, which killed 224 and injured 5,000, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and injured 39 U.S. sailors, the Clintons promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

Maybe if the Clintons had kept those promises, an estimated 3,000 people in New York and Washington, DC. who are now dead would be alive today.

THINK ABOUT THIS! It is a strange turn of events. Hillary gets $8 Million for her forthcoming memoir. Bill gets about $12 Million for his memoir yet to be written. This from two people who spent 8 years being unable to recall anything about past events while under oath.

Sincerely, Cdr. Hamilton McWhorter USN (ret)