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Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

a corner and jerk off two or three times.

“Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control

his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain

started activating its connections. Lights danced on

the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.

“Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly. “I think it’s

really running!”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

An error code flashed on one of the low screens. “Oh, shit,”

muttered Kelly. “Hand me the green manual, would you?”

Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would

see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach. To his

dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four

feet over.

He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but

his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside

his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked

gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up

at him.

To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and

she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s

arousal (and the source of his embarassment). Then she

quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have

come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped

Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.

“You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-

factly.

What could he say? “Yes.”

“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

“Yes.”

She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen

balls in her cool hand. “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.

Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying

hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. “Yes,” he half-

exhaled, half-moaned.

She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,

and suddenly gave a little shudder. “Oh, God,” she said.

“This is for me. My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!

I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now.”

She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,

moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan

deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and

sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system

console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her

long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted

into her warm and welcoming wetness.

Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was

intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan

with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her

legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me.

Give me everything you got.”

They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.

His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried

to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could

feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he

gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”

Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.

Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–

that the only two things in the universe were her tight young

pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together

faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew

that soon the spasm would come.

Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding

flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,

uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over

her in blissful waves.

When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they

glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was

storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia

since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to

and there was nothing else for it to do before the London

stock exchange opened.

“We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”

Ryan said gently.

“The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.

You can take care of me.”

He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.

End

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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

“Oh you big clown! Quit fooling around.”

“What’re you talking about, Hon?”

“You stuck it in the wrong hole,” Grace giggled.

Kurt rolled over and took his reading glasses off the
nightstand. Sure enough. He couldn’t believe it. There was
that nozzle protruding from the back end of Grace’s slippery
brown vulva, a full inch south the proper slot. Kurt was
astounded, he’d never made that slip before. “Sorry, dear.
I guess I just wasn’t looking where I was going.’ He pulled
the plastic stem out and reinserted it into her pulsing
asshole. “How’s that?” “Bullseye,” she crooned and
indicated for him to start the flow. Kurt reached for the
tubing and released the clamp. A minute passed, he was
feeling lightheaded but good. “Kurty, I’m not feeling
anything can you adjust the nozzle or something…” Oh Shit!
Kurt suddenly realized that his own gut was about to burst
and that the black enema bag was half empty. He’d released
the wrong clamp(!) By the time he got his line cut off and
hers started, he felt like he was going to explode. Grace
knew intuitively what he was feeling and she began jerking
her husband’s foreskin back and forth over the swollen
dickhead, again diverting his attention from the temporary
cramps which had sent his entire abdomen into spasms. “Oh
yeah, that’s it, Hon, keep pumping.” He took deep breaths
bouncing back and forth between agony and ecstasy. Then it
was her turn for a spasm.

“Aaaaennh….oooooh…Kurt…clamp me off I’m filling
too fast.” This time he managed to get it right despite his
growing lightheaded but happy loss of coordination.

They lay there resting for a while. Finally she
said: “Think you can take a little more, Kurty?” “I guess
so, as long as you keep jocking me off.” “You really like
how I jock you off, don’t you darling?” “You bet I do. Why
you’re just about the best jocker-offer I’ve ever had.” “Is
that a fact???” her tone went testy. “Oh not what you think,
Hon. I meant before we got married…you know, with the
other boys in the locker room–just messing around.” “I
see…Well, then I forgive you…Boys will be boys.” Kurt
decided to change the subject. “Lets 69. Okay? We haven’t
done that in a long while.” “With the hoses in?” she asked
incredulously, this wasn’t like her conservative hubby at
all. “Sure. Besides, it’s about time we add to our bag of
tricks.” He was feeling adventurous. “Whatever you say, you
big lug.” She was very pleased as she watched the father of
her three sons get up on all fours and back up over her with
that thick black rubber tube snaking out of his ass toward
the plant hangers on the ceiling.

Little angry ten-year old Tommy still sat on the
downstairs john grunting, pushing and straining his
stopped-up asshole. Maybe if he frigged himself it wouldn’t
ache so much. He’d watched Marvin do it with Victor and it
made them real blissful. He took his tiny weener in his fist
and began jerking it around. But it didn’t seem to want to
get any bigger the way Victor’s did.

Meanwhile Victor was in the process of demonstrating
the art of masturbation to a new initiate. He and Marvin had
done it to themselves, to each other, even once in front of
Timmy. But Eddie had never done it, despite now being a
good two weeks over 13 and already showing traces of a
mouse-colored mustache. That’s what this whole slumber
party was all about. It was Victor’s idea actually, but he’d
made Marvin promise not to tell Eddie anything about it ahead
of time. The three boys were sitting on top of the bed in
their pajamas and Victor had hauled the rubber dildo back out
from under the bed.

“What’s it used for, Victor?” Eddie asked.

“A dildo-dick? Why, it’s kind of a teaching device.”

“A teaching device? I don’t get it.”

“You will. Marvin and I’ll show you.” Victor passed
the footlong rubber erection to the 12 year old Schidink boy.
“Show Eddie how you beat off, Marvin.”

“My dad says you’ll go to hell if you beat off.”
Eddie stated with no little concern.

“Your dad’s full of crap.” countered the older boy.

“He is not. He’s a Born-again and Born-agains never
lie!”

“He is too. Beating off feels so good–it’s the
best, there’s nothing in the whole world that feels near as
good. Not even screwing your girlfriend.”

Marvin, who was about to show how you beat off a
dildo-dick, looked up in astonishment. “You have a
girlfriend?” “Of course I do.” “Oh yeah,” interjected
Eddie, “prove it–what’s her name?” Victor thought for a
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Sunday, January 10th, 2010

Archive-author:
Archive-title: An All American Family

Keywords: mf, scat

Chapter ONE

“Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through the
house, the Schidinks were stirring…”

Little Timmy Schidink, only ten years old and very
angry, sat on on the toilet in the the groundfloor bathroom.
He had withheld his shit five days, but now the Turkey dinner
was forcing the issue. His constipated gut ached as he
pushed and pushed trying to squeeze the delayed monster turd
out his distended rectum.

Grace Schidink in the master-bedroom hummed happily
as she prepared the boudoir for the private pleasure she and
Kurt had been planning for weeks. With an expert flourish
she rolled out the red rubber sheet onto the king-sized
mattress, fastening it securely at the corners. Next, she
opened up four brand new packages of disposable drop cloths
and began covering the floor around the bed. The macrame
plant hangers followed… down came the spider plants, up
went the chrome hooks Kurt had recently added to their toy
chest from the medical supply house.

Behind the locked door of his third floor bedroom,
handsome athletic smooth-bodied muscular blonde square-jawed
blue-eyed Kurt Jr., home for the holidays from his Sophomore
year at UCLA, popped a videotape into the VCR, put on his
horn-rimmed distance glasses and lay back on the bed playing
with his nipples as the crude titles rolled over the screen.

Kurt Sr. was making ready in the master bathroom. Oh
no. He’d forgotten to pick up that extra tube of Preparation
H and there was none left in the medicine cabinet. “I can’t
believe this,” he muttered to himself, pissed off that he
hadn’t made out a list before he’d gone shopping yesterday.
The stores would all be closed now. Perhaps Kurt Jr. might
have some he could borrow. Kurt put on a bathrobe and
stepped into the hall where he was greeted by the sound of
snickering and dirty giggling coming from behind middle son
Marvin’s closed bedroom door. It sounded smutty to Kurt and
he didn’t like it. After all there were the other parents to
consider. Marvin Schidink was hosting a slumber party for
his neighborhood playmates Eddie and Victor, and their
parents had given permission. Kurt didn’t want any
repercussions. He rapped on Marvin’s door. “What’re you
guys doing in there?” The sniggles stopped. “Nothing, Dad.”
“May I come in?”

Victor hurriedly tossed the pink rubber dildo-dick
he’d stolen from the magazine store under the bed. Just in
time. [Whew] The door opened.

Kurt looked into the room. The three boys, Marvin
12, Victor 15, and Eddie just 13 were all sitting bolt
upright under the covers of Marvin’s bed. There were comics
spread all over the bed. Innocent enough, Kurt decided.
“Now you boys, keep it down in here.” “Yes sir.” “…and
don’t do anything smutty, you understand. Tomorrow isn’t a
schoolday so you can keep the lights on until 12:00, but then
you’ve got to hit the hay, understand?” “Yes sir.”

Kurt closed the door a proceeded up the stairs to Kurt
Jr.’s room. He knocked once. “Kurt Jr…?”

[Oh FUCK!] Kurt Jr. grabbed for the remote control
and pushed OFF just as the words, “SCAT LOVER TAPE #3″
bloomed onto the screen. “What is it, Dad?” “Do you have
any Preparation H, Son? Your mom and I are out.” “Just a
second, Dad, I think I do, I’ll check.” Kurt hopped into his
jeans and took a fresh tube out of his dopkit on the
nightstand. He was about to open the door when he realized
that he still had two big green snakebite suction cups
attached to his nipples. He yanked them off, hoping the
reddened erect nipples would go unnoticed by his father.
They did. “Having a flare-up?” Kurt Jr. asked solicitously
as he handed over the medication. “No, Son, it’s for your
mother.” “Well this should do the trick…it always works
for me.” “Thanks, Kurt Jr., I’ll buy you a replacement tube
tomorrow.”

Kurt Jr. watched his father head back down the
stairs. Sr. was a great big blond muscular man with a giant
butt and a fairly large belly, but all-in-all real masculine,
like so many of his Polish buddies who rode with him on the
back of scavenger trucks working hard in all kinds of weather
hauling garbage to provide food for the table and a college
education for the kids. Jr. shut the door and began looking
around the carpet for his snakebite cups.

Grace could feel that sexy feeling starting in her
bowels, she resisted pulling down her panties and fingering
her clitoris. There was still some preparation to be
finished, and she’d better hurry if she wanted to pull it
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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part7

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

“Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a student.

What are you up to Mac?”

“I was just going to drop by to see if you had changed your mind yet? How about

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

“Perhaps, but I am watching my weight,” she said, licking her lips unconsciously.

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but she had always had

trouble saying no to Mac. “I can handle having dinner with him,” she thought,

reassuring herself.

Sitting at her desk, she noticed a small petite black girl leaving Lydia’s

office. The girl was definitely a beauty and probably had all the boys falling at

her feet. It seemed ironic to Janine as she thought about Lydia and all the

signs, which she had missed, that now so clearly suggested she was bisexual if

not lesbian. It was hard thinking of Lydia in that way. She had always seemed so

calm, reserved, and rather asexual. Evidently, there was a lot more to her than

appearances suggested.

***

By the end of the day, Dianne found herself alone in her office with damp panties

and a caffeine rush. Too much caffeine gave her way too much energy, making her

bounce off the walls. She looked forward to meeting Mac privately to get to know

him better, so taking matters into her own hands she had put a note on his desk

asking him to drop by for a chat. Life had become boring in the past month or so.

Her summer had been filled with hot sex and companionship, but then Bill had

shipped off to southeast Asia somewhere. Of course, she polished his pistol for

him before he departed, but that had been over four weeks ago. While she did

indulge in a casual one nighter here and there, she had not been thoroughly

fucked in over a week.

Dianne once had thought of going to a sex addicts meeting, but she figured she

would probably screw all the members. She started to fantasize about all the

different kind of “members” that would be at a sex addicts meeting. “It would be

like a candy shop,” she thought. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of

such tantalizing thoughts, as she started to go through her lecture notes for the

next day.

“Come on in,” she announced, after hearing the knock at the office door. She

licked her lips and casually ran her hand down to smooth out her dress.

…End of the part7. To be continued..

part13

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

been caught glancing at other girls in a shower room and they both had crushes on

a roommate or two.

“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.

“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and

Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.

“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”

“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.

“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.

“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I

was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I

had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia

didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her

neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”

“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t

end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the

tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s

soft flesh.

“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.

“Mmm, yes.”

…End of the part13. To be continued..

Friday, October 30th, 2009

It was early morning in the Faculty lounge; in fact, it was way too early for

some. Dr. Maxwell Jones, otherwise known as Mac to his friends and colleagues,

sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence. It was his first day as a Professor

at the Institute for Science and Technology and already he was bored to tears. He

stared idly into the newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while

lounging his tall frame on the hard couch. As the lounge area started to get more

and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his first lecture.

After a moment’s hesitation, he dismissed the thought of introducing himself to

the newcomers, instead he left with a casual, “Good Day” and a wink at the

ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, “You know him, Janine. What’s the scoop?”

“Who? Dr. Jones? Yes, we’ve met before,” answered Janine. In fact, they had more

than just met. The two of them had quickly become very intimate at Berkeley

several years ago. It took her a couple of months to recover from their caustic

break up, but she still had the urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly

handsome features. He was the essence of danger, the definition of male

chauvinism personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

“He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly qualified member of

the scientific community,” blurted out Dr. Ronald Peterson. Of course, anyone who

didn’t wear tweed, a pocket protector, and spend enormous amounts of time

bragging about their success meant they probably were not, in Ron’s book at

least, a “Scientific Mind.” It especially meant they didn’t deserve the praise of

all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his brilliantly

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

“Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,” said Janine.

“From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager, and has no

respect for authority,” spat Ron in disgust. Tiny droplets of spittle flew from

Ron’s mouth as he lectured on about the necessity for authority and correct

behavior being the most important characteristics >>for any Instructor to have

because without them chaos would ensue. “You see, we are considered role models!”

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

“I like this Dr. Jones already,” whispered Dianne, diverting her thoughts back

and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug. “I am certain he was watching me

before he left,” she thought as she started to fidget with the top button of her

blouse. She had felt that particular “something” emanating from his open-eyed

stare. Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal magnetism

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

“Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and his somewhat

ground breaking work, he would only be an associate professor at a small college

in the middle of nowhere,” droned Ron, as he finally sputtered out of steam.

“Tell us more about him, Janine. This is getting interesting.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Monday, September 14th, 2009

Jane lay on the bed carressing her breasts. She had had a hard day and
was attempting to wind down. A joint and a vodka and then a relaxing time
on the bed seemed an ideal recipe for the evening. Her nipples were stiff
by now. She had no bra on but was wearing a fairly skimpy pair of plain
white panties. Long auburn hair and a slim but well rounded figure. Jane
turned over, face down, onto the bed and began to gyrate her hips into the
mattress, one hand cupped over her crotch. She did not hear her room mate,
Mary, enter.

“Sorry jane … !”

“No no, it’s ok”, Jane mumbled to Mary. Blushing slightly. “Err… well,
you know how it is?!”

“That’s ok Jane. Jesus. A quick wank is hardly a mortal sin in my book! I
just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll leave you to it!”

Mary was shorter than Jane and a couple of years older, twenty four. She
was quite plump though, but in a “well rounded” way, as they say, not fat.
Large breasts and short, bobbed, blonde hair.

The bathroom. This triggered in Jane’s mind those usually repressed
thoughts. She had always considered herself fairly straight, but for these
thoughts. And now, feeling as horny as hell, she could not repress them.
She had played around on her own with such games as a kid. She climbed off
the bed and made her way to the bathroom. The door was ajar. This was a
fairly relaxed houshold, and doors were rarely locked.

Jane pushed on the door gently. No protests from inside. She entered.
mary was sitting on the toilet. As Jane entered the two girls just looked
at each other. No words spoken. Jane stood, nipples still erect. Mary
had her short skirt hitched up and her panties around her ankles. jane
walked over to her and knelt down in front of the toilet. Mary immediately
took Jane’s right hand in hers and guide it down to her , Mary’s, pussy.

“Feel that my love. Do you like it ?”

“Yes”

“Then go in my love, go in”

Jane slipped her index finger into Mary’s wet cunt. Her thumb teased
Mary’s clit. Their mouths met in a lingering kiss.

“You do know why I am in here don’t you Jane?”, Mary whispered.

“Of course.”

“Are you sure”

“Yes”

Mary sighed, just a little, then started to piss. The golden flow ran over
Jane’s fingers. Slowly at first but building to a gush. Jane lifted her
fingers away them and licked them. She then offered them to Mary, who
also, gently, sucked and licked.

“Mary… there is something. I need to…”

“It’s ok”

Jane pulled off her panties and sat astride mary on the toilet, her ass
over the gap between Mary’s legs over the toilet bowl.

“But Mary .. this is… oh hell, are you sure ?”

“I said it’s ok”

Mary reached down to put a finger against Jane’s ass hole. I small moan
like grunt from Jane. Her shit hole buldged slightly against Mary’s
finger. And then, an appearance. Mary felt the tip of a turd emerge from
Jane’s hole.

“Go on”, whispered Mary “let me have your gift”

Jane pushed harder.

“Now stand up!” . Mary suddenly being assertive.

Jane, taken aback, obeyed instantly.

“Turn around. I want to see.”

Part 2

… Jane was now standing, with her back to mary who was still sitting on
the toilet.

“Jane, just pull your cheeks slightly apart. I want to see my love.
Everything”

Those words sent a shiver of excitment through Jane. This was wonderful.
Forbidden. But gloriously thrilling. She obeyed, with one hand gently
pulling on each cheek.

Janes shit hole was still slightly open, and the tip of the about to
descend turd was just visible to Mary.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

part8

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

had me very aroused before he entered me. It was only a minute or two before I

began to come. I tried to bear down on him, to bring him along, but I was very

… warmed up? I couldn’t wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough

to make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump faster and

faster into me, pushing me along as I came. As I came down, he slowed, but kept

up the basic rhythm. I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I

made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, “Don’t

take it away.” He didn’t. The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my

bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time.

Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my perspective. I knew that I’d end

up going down on him, but I didn’t know how far he’d take it. When he slid into

me and then pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were no

limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he’d been here less than an

hour. I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J certainly did that.

He’d taken possession of my clit before he’d entered me at all and he’d never

given it up. Rather than just getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if

his cock was reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense. It was

also a surprise. I didn’t really expect this. I know you’ll think that is very

naive of me, but that’s how I am. I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten

caught after saying that I’d go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of

sliding out of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I’m a

flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally and sit on the

odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond the pale. I started coming almost

as soon as He entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could

bear. I’d been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started

screaming. I’m sure my neighbors could hear me. If J didn’t know what he’d

gotten himself into, he knew now. He kept pumping into me. He seemed to know

when I was nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each time.

I lost track. I must have had three of four. I screamed again when he had his.

Only when I heard him groaning did I realize that he’d been silent since he’d

entered my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my goals

became, making him make some noise as I ’serviced’ him. Yes I know I’m grinning.

I expected a period of lethargy, maybe some cuddling; Not what J had in mind. He

caught his breath, but I didn’t know that he was going to maintain the ’sexual

slave’ business for the whole weekend if he could. He slid off of me and sat back

on the couch. There was no real volume to his voice. There was no hint of power

that was based on force. He said, very quietly, “Go get a wash rag from the

bathroom. Get it wet with warm water and clean me.” I started to get up and he

said, “Remember you’ll be taking me in your mouth so get it wet enough to do a

good job.” I realize that he was dropping hints at what might give me a “z

I came back with the wash rag, knelt between his legs and slowly and very gently

went over him with it. I’m not sure how much of a job he wanted me to make out

of it, but I took several minutes and was very thorough. By the time I’d taken

him in my mouth (just ta check) he was already hard again. He looked at his

watch, the only thing he was still wearing, and then reached for his pants. From

the pocket, he took out his wallet and put it on the table. He told me to put the

wash rag away and told me to take a few minutes in the bathroom if I wished. I

took advantage of that. When I returned, he was putting down the phone. I

…End of the part8. To be continued..

One hot summer in Calcutta

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

By: Custard Chucker
My second trip to India was when I was 23 years old. I had just married an absolutely gorgeous Bengali Brahmin girl who was just 16 at the time. She was incredibly good looking, the niece of a former Miss India, and positively radiant herself. As a white American I was certainly blessed. Everyone thought it was crazy that this girl’s family would have given her marriage at so young an age, and especially to a foreigner, but they wanted to save her from getting into trouble as such a beautiful young lady is apt to do.
Unfortunately my wife and I did not hit it off at all. We had only met a few times before the wedding and she was so shy that she barely spoke. We really didn’t communicate well and the sex was difficult. My cock is quite hefty and such a young, virginal girl naturally had trouble fitting it all inside. It was very frustrating for me as there were so many attractive girls around me all the time and I yet I could enjoy with the my wife, who was the most beautiful of them all.
One day a few weeks or so after arriving in India, my wife really pissed me off by going swimming in the pukur wearing only a pair of panties and a white tee shirt in plain view of everyone. It was like a scene from a B-movie, the heroine in her white cloth with her breasts perfectly visible through the wet cotton, bathing beneath the coconut trees. Great in movies, but not when it’s your wife in front of other men!
That night I gave her a good fuck as I used to do with my girlfriends back in the States. She bled a lot and ended up at the doctor’s office. He said that her insides were scarred. Well, that made it even more difficult for us and we both sort of gave up on each other sexually. Later we started leading very much our own lives.
Many years later I found some love letters addressed to my wife from her best girlfriend. Apparently they had been having some physical relationship at that time, which is understandable. I, on the other hand, was alone in a foreign country with no sex. What was I to do?
Our neighbors were a couple quite a bit older than us. The wife was about 40 and very attractive. I will call her Asha to protect the name of the… Ummm, innocent? Well, anyway, Asha had slightly wheatish, almost white skin and big beautiful eyes. She was a healthy lady with large breasts which really turned me on. She was really quite sexy in her saris. Her husband very much neglected her and treated her like shit. Later I found out that she’d previously had several extramarital affairs. Once her husband had shown her a blue movie from America and she admitted being fascinated by the big white cocks she had seen. Now that she had an American neighbor, she was understandably very friendly with me. Moreover, I was learning a lot about her culture and, like her, I am a vegetarian and am also now a Hindu, so I wasn‘t really so foreign.
I used to frequently visit Asha’s flat to eat her cooking which was very good. Sometimes she would complain about her husband and his family and how they treated her so inhumanely. I felt genuinely sorry for her. More immediately, however, her full figure and sweet face were driving me insane. My dick was hard all practically all day long and was demanding attention. She seemed to be flirting with me as well, but very subtly and I could not really be sure since all I had ever known were the bold American girls back home. Sometimes from the corner of my eye I could have sworn I had seen her staring at my crotch.
Finally one afternoon when the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife, Asha fed me some lunch and after I returned from washing my mouth in the bathroom she ordered me to lay down on the bed to take rest. She laid down next to me and was so close that my arm was touching hers. She turned towards me and I slowly turned towards her, excited by that fact that her beautiful tits were only a few inches from me. Her sari had come slightly down and I was mesmerized by the beautiful shape of her cleavage. We both stopped talking and she placed her hand on the back of my head. I snuggled closer to her and kissed her once, very softly, just where her cleavage began above her blouse. She immediately responded by holding my head tightly and pulling me towards her.
What happened after that is a bit of a blur. I remember her pulling my face upwards and giving me a long, passionate kiss on my lips. I remember unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her bra aside, grasping her heavy breasts and licking and sucking on them, the sensations from my tongue sending an electric shock directly to my dick. Soon she became mad with lust and she pulled up my lungi to access my cock.
As Asha’s hand grasped my dick, she gasped slightly and held it very firmly. Lifting her sari and petticoat with the other hand, she then shoved my meat inside of her. I trusted deeply, happy to finally to be able to do it properly – the way a man is supposed to fuck a woman. I continued like that for sometime and Asha was obviously in heaven as she kept her eyes closed and rocked her hips while holding onto me tightly to urge me on. We fell into a smooth rhythm and I in a short time I began to pass the point of no return. I knew that Asha could no longer have any children so I let the feelings build up naturally and soon I was shooting my jism deep inside of my new lover‘s slippery pussy.
Asha and I shared a good laugh when we were finished and I knew this wasn’t the last time I’d bang her. Not by a long shot.
How much Asha enjoyed my cock was really a surprise to me. She became like a slave to it and I was able to fuck her whenever I wanted, as long as we could get together without her husband around. She gave head like a pro and sucked my dick as well as any American girl. In fact, the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced was when Asha was sucking on me. It was one typically hot, sticky afternoon as I stood in front of her rather high bed. Asha was laying down on her stomach really giving me a work over with her mouth. As the strong sensations one experiences just before coming arose and crested, she kept up her rhythm and soon I was cumming down her throat. Asha never let up for a fraction of a second, swallowing every once of my juice, as the feelings welled up inside me and took me to a place that I had never been before.
But that was just the beginning of what would become a very stormy and passionate fuck-fest that summer. We tried a variety of positions and techniques until we found a few variations that suited us best. I liked doing her doggie-style holding onto her wide hips. I always had a huge smile on my face as a cool breeze would occasionally blow through the window and I would be pumping away happily. I would always think to myself, “This is it. It’s what I have been waiting for all of my adult life. Sex with a beautiful, big-titted exotic woman in a distant land.”
Now, Asha’s tits were another story in and of themselves. As I gave her a good fuck, she would always close her eyes and I loved to see her extraordinary breasts appearing swollen in her blouse or bra. I taught her how to squeeze my cock between them, something a Dominican girl with perfect breasts back in New York used to always do for me. The sight of her large tits with my big, white dick between while she tongued the tip was too exciting to me. I usually preferred to go ahead and shoot a healthy wad all over her chest and neck but occasionally she would take my cock into her hand and rub it all over her nipples until I exploded all over them. They always looked like the snow-covered peaks of the Himalayas when I was finished.
Mostly Asha liked me to give her a good hard, American fuck. I would tease her by just putting the bulbous tip of my cock inside her and then withdraw, over and over again until she begged me to ram it home. Some days I would lick her beautiful pussy for a short while. Asha had almost no body hair and her bush was so sweet, with just a small amount of long, straight hairs, like a Chinese girl who really turned me on and I enjoyed sucking and licking on her. Unfortunately for me, she would never let me do it for long as she would get so excited that she needed an immediate righteous fuck. I would bang away as hard as I could for what seemed like an eternity, then stop and take it slow a bit so I wouldn’t come. This would go one for an hour or even two until I couldn’t resist any longer. At the end, she would be shouting “Give me the juice!“ over and over and I would release my wad inside her until I collapsed and we would hold each other tightly, sticky with our sweat and panting like dogs.
Still, Asha still had yet another surprise up her proverbial sleeve. One day while giving me head, she did something very unique. As she held my manhood tightly in her hand, she rolled it in circles against her tongue, just the sensitive underside being massaged gently. Now lubricated, she then proceeded to rub it around her lips. The sensation was stupendous and I was groaning audibly. Inspired by this, she then rubbed my cock head in circles all over her face, concentrating on her smooth, beautiful cheeks.
Well, lets just say that I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. In no time, I was splashing Asha’s lovely face in a pool of my jism. As beautiful as she was, she looked even more sexy with my jungle-juice dripping off of her cheeks. She let me finish like that and then took me into her mouth, sucking on me expertly as the shockwaves rocked my body and soul.
My relationship with Asha went on for some time very blissfully. She also enjoyed watching my jerk off and loved to see my dick get red and swollen before spilling my load. She occasionally would play with her pussy in front of me which I loved, sometimes even grabbing my cock and using it to massage her clit. In the end she would always stop short and make me fuck her hard and deep.
Ahhh…how I miss those long, hot summer days!
Thanks again to the ladies who contacted me after my last post. I got some nice compliments on the photo of my dick I emailed around, which is appreciated.
Custard.chucker@yahoo.com.

Watching girlfriend being others

Sunday, August 9th, 2009

By: Rojan
“Come on in,” Ann said. “It doesn’t look like anyone is here.”
“Whacha mean? I thought ya said ya lifted alones.” I heard her quest say with a very southern drawl. I thought it sounded a lot like the local bouncer at the place, one of the few guys “Whacha gots ta drink. Days always close downs da bar ‘for I gets enough ta get loaded. Won’t let me drink whiltz I quarden da door an kicks us out when it closes,” he complained.
“I have a couple of Curz left. Looks like someone was here and drank up most of the beer,” Ann said from behind the refrigerator door. “Let me check up here and see if they found my stash of Jack,” she said.
I’d been out of town for six days fighting a forest fire near Flagstaff. I got in around 7 pm and drove by Ann’s house to see if she was home. I thought it would be a nice surprise since I wasn’t expected to get off the fire for at least another week. Her Mustang was gone so I didn’t even stop. I drove down to the stables below her house to see if she was messing around with her horses. She wasn’t there either. When I backed up to turn around, I slipped into the ditch along side the road. It had rained some and I got stuck up to the rear axles. I didn’t feel like digging out and decided to crash at Ann’s house for the night. We had been seeing each other for a month or so and I knew she would be glad to see me.
I walked up to her place and went in. She never locked her doors since there were always people coming and going. I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coors and drank it straight down. It had been a long dry spell since I left. It’s hard to find beer in fire camp so the cold brew really hit the spot. I drank a couple more. I thought about going out but was too tired and the buzz from the beer was making me sleepy. I decided to lay down and wait for Ann to get home.
As usual, her bedroom was a mess. The room was so small and cluttered that there wasn’t space enough to throw my boots and cloths on the floor without getting them on her stuff. Since they were dirty, I kicked them into the closet that was about three feet from the end of her crumpled bed. I crawled into bed and fell right to sleep. I didn’t steer a muscle until I heard her and her friend come in the house. I looked at the bedside clock and it was 2:45 am. Looks like she had closed the bars down and brought back some company.
“You want some JD Lou?” Ann said after discovering that she still had a half bottle of Jack Daniels on the top shelf behind the boxes of stale cereal. Hearing the name, I knew I was right about her guest. Lou was the bouncer at the bar we hung out at. He was a big black man that had a reputation as a real bad-ass if you crossed him or got too rowdy in the bar. I’d seen him throw out a couple of cowboys so I knew he could live up to his reputation.
“Ya, dat sounds good. Hands over da bottle,” Lou said. I started to get up and join them when Lou said to Ann, “Plant da sweet ass rights cheer in my lap and tells me the rest of the fan’s you halves ‘bout fucken black duddz.”
“You know what they say about black guys?” Ann began. “I have never been fucked by one and have always wondered if it’s true about how big their cock’s are and how hard they screw,” she continued. “Since my boyfriend is out of town, I decided to hang around till closing time to see if you would be interested in fulfilling my fantasy and let me finds out if it’s really true or not.”
Right then I had a decision to make. I could either go out front and confront them before this went any further or – hide in the closet and find out just how far it would go. Well, Lou is a big guy – I don’t know how he would react to me interfering with his obvious interest in fucking some white meat. I was also curious to see if Ann would really carry out her plan. We were not engaged or anything, but it was understood that we were seeing each other exclusively. Given the choices, I slid from the bed and opened the sliding cloth entrance to her closet. There wasn’t much room, but by moving some stuff around, I had a comfortable spot in the far corner. I opened the curtains just enough to have a clear view of her bed. By moving over a little more, I could also see them at her kitchen table.
Ann had handed the bottle of Jack to Lou and sat down on his lap. After a giant swig from the bottle, Lou screwed the top back on and put it on the floor. Since Ann was only 5’4″ and Lou stood well over 6’, she was literally engulfed in his lap. He pulled her head around to face his and leaned down giving her an open-mouthed kiss that took her by surprise. I could tell she decided to go for it. After hesitantly letting him kiss her, she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing back with just as much vigor. While still kissing, she stood up and repositioned herself on his lap by putting her legs on both sides of his hips, in a face to face position. She pulled herself deep into his lap and threw her head back as he held her from falling. This exposed her breast and Lou didn’t waste any time moving from her mouth to her tits. He started biting her boobs through her blouse and bra. He still had one hand behind her back, holding her snug in his lap, but with the other hand he started pulling her shirt-tail out of her jeans and working on the buttons. She straightened up and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. Lou then pushed up on her bra until her left tit was exposed. He took as much of her 36D’s in his mouth as he could while he flipped the bra latch at her back. Ann took the bra and threw it on the floor while she stood on her toes bring her tits up to his mouth. Lou was ready for her. He held her close to his mouth and began sucking and biting her tits.
Neither of them said anything. There was a lot of moaning and wet slurps as his mouth let go of one tit and started on the other. Even from where I was, I could see that Ann was getting excited and her nipples were jutting out of each of her large brown aureoles. She must have also felt his bulge increase in his pants because she started rubbing her hand as hard as she could on the lump in his pants.
“Takes it e’zy gurl. It’s not goin’ anywhere,” Lou said as he moved back from her tits and grabbed her hand that was pawing at his cock through his pants. “Get up a lets me take off these cloths,” he said.
“Sorry,” she said. “I just got excited and if that sausage in you pants is for real, I have just got to see it.”
“Oh, it’s far real,” he replied as he took off his pants. I was just about as surprised as Ann when he stepped out of his pants and boxers and exposed his monster cock to the open air. It had to be 12″ long and as big around as my arm. It did look just like a summer sausage. Although it was obvious that Lou was circumcised, the head of his cock wasn’t that much bigger around than the shaft.
Ann was entranced! “My god, it’s a monster. You can’t possibly fuck with that thing – you would split girls in half before you got it all the way in,” she gasp. She took a step to get closer to him and reached out to hold his giant dick. She took him in both hands and I could tell that her fingers couldn’t close all the way around it. “This is the most incredible thing I have ever seen,” she exclaimed. “i’ve just got to have it. I may not be able to take all of you, but i’ll take all I can.”
Lou sat back down in the chair and pulled Ann over to him. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him and moved her hands up to his cock. Lou said, “Stroke it. It’s not even hard yet.” He cupped Ann’s tits in both hands as she started to give him a hand-job. She was really getting in to it. Instead of just moving her hands up and down on his shaft, she raised up from her knees with each stroke so that her tits were bouncing as she pumped him. It was all Lou could do to hold on to them. Finally he let go of her tits and held her around the rib cage helping her move up and down as she pounded him. Her tits were flopping without any constraints, moving up and down on the inside of his thighs and over his balls. I could see the juice starting to flow from his dick, making it slicker for Ann to slide between her hands. Finally he held her down and took her hands off his cock.
“Yes ready to see if ya can take me?” he said as he grabbed Ann by the head and moved her over to the tip of his cock. I could tell he was excited and his statement sounded more like a command than a question.
“You’ve got to be kidding – I can’t suck that thing!” Ann protested. “i’ll give you a hand job and even let you fuck me, but please don’t make me eat you.”
“Alright, where ya wanna get fuckz,” he said.
I could tell Ann was getting a little scared and flustered. “In the pussy,” Ann said emphatically. “Where else do you think I’d want it?”
“I knows da silly,” Lou smiled. “its means, what room?”
They both laughed after that. That seemed to break the ice and Ann looked like she relaxed for the first time. “Get your black ass in the bedroom,” she laughed and swatted him on the butt as he turned around to see where she was pointing. “i’ve got to go to the bathroom and see if I can find some K-Y or something. I have a feeling that this is going to be a tight fit.”
As Lou headed for the bedroom, I quietly scooted over to the other side of the closet and found my position looking directly over the end of the bed. Now if no one looks in the closet or closes the curtain, i’ll have a ringside seat.
Ann came out of the bathroom. She had removed her pants and panties and stood completely naked in front of Lou who was resting on the bed. They had left the kitchen light on which was sufficient to make out everything happening in bed while keeping the closet in the shadows.
“Comear gurl. Lets me show you what ya been missen fucken round wid dem white boyz,’ Lou said as he pulled Ann down on the bed.
Ann crawled into bed, her big tits hanging down almost touching the rumpled sheets. “Lay down on your back,” she said. “I want to set down on that giant cock and see if it will fit.”
“Oh we’ll makes it fits, I jes don know how you will feel in da morning. Once ya had black you’ll never go back,” he said as he stretched out on his back letting his still erect cock slap up against his stomach.
Ann straddled him raising high on her knees to get the head of his cock positioned under her pussy. Her back was towards me and I could see that she wasn’t high enough to get it started and his dick was too hard to bend. She had to put one foot under her to get up high enough to let the head of his cock settle on the entrance to her cunt. She lowered herself on him very slowly. From the way her pussy was able to take him in must of meant she found some K-Y to lube herself up with.
While holding on to the shaft, Ann continued to lower herself on his cock. When it was in about halfway, she started moving up and down in a fucking motion. “Take it easy,” she pleaded. “I don’t know if I can take any more.”
She continued to move up and down as Lou started lifting his hips meeting her on the way down. They got into a pretty good rhythm. Ann leaned over his chest and let herself back down to her knees. At this angle, she was still only fucking about half of his cock, but was able to let it move in and out without any struggle.
Ann was moaning and pleading with Lou to be gentle. I raised up a little to get an even better view. I could tell from the amount of lubrication that Ann was getting wetter than the store bought lubricant provided. She was really starting to hump. The way she was stretched, it looked like she was being fucked by a horse.
“I can’t believe how good this feels. You are so tight in me that I can feel parts of my cunt being filled that I never felt before,” she moaned. “Who ever said size doesn’t matter was never fucked by you,” she joked as she continued to move easier and easier on his cock.
I could see that he was almost in. Lou must have known that he had to take his time for his partner to get accustomed to his equipment. About the time Ann was almost to his ball, Lou reached up and turned her over. He positioned her doggy style facing directly at me. She raised up on all fours letting her huge tits dangle over the bed.
I was looking straight into Ann’s face no more than five feet away. When Lou mounted her from behind, I could see her eyes roll back into her head. “Be easy – slow – move it around a little – that’s it – more – more – I can feel you pushing against my stomach from the insides,” Ann coached. “I don’t think I can take anymore – that’s enough.”
At that moment I looked away from Ann’s face and looked at Lou. All of a sudden he grabbed her by the waist, straightened up slightly, and gave a sudden shove forward. From the look on his face and the surprise in Ann’s, I knew he drove his cock in all the way.
Lou held still for a few seconds allowing Ann to get accustom to his huge dick buried all the way to the hilt in her pussy. I thought she would scream and fight to get away, but instead she reached around and found her pillows and put them under her chest keeping her ass sticking up in the air for easy access for Lou. She hugged her pillows, got a serious look on her face, and said, “Fuck me!”
I don’t think Lou had to be told what to do. He started slowly moving in and out. As Ann’s snatch stretched out and she got use to the pounding deep inside her, Lou picked up speed. He gave her a hard slap on the ass and started really fucking her. He never missed a stroke. After awhile, Ann started moving with him. She got back up on her hands, pushing her chest off the bed.
Her tits were bouncing and sweat was gleaming from her forehead. She started moaning as Lou continued to give her the fucking of her life. “Fuck me Lou. I’m feeling it now. Fuck me as hard as you want – I’m your bitch. Fuck me. Don’t stop – I’m starting to cum. Please don’t stop,” she moaned.
I had been stroking my own moderately sized cock every since they got into bed. I could feel my own orgasm starting to rise as Ann got more and more excited. Lou looked like he was on the verge of shooting his load to as he fucked out of control.
At about the time I was about to explode, Ann said something that I had never her say before. Ann froze and grabbed back at Lou to make him stop pumping when he was all the way inside her. When he had stopped, Ann said in perfect composure, “Lou honey, when I tell you to, I want you to stick you finger as far us my ass as you can. Will you do that for me sweetie?”
Lou only grunted and proceeded to fuck with abandonment. I could see that Ann was back into the thralls of pre-climax and knew she was on the edge. Just as I was about to shoot my load into a pile of dirty cloths, Ann screamed; “Now Lou, stick you finger in my ass while I cum all over your dick. Does it now – deeper – put it all the way in? Good, good – fuck, I’m cumming. Slow down – let me feel my orgasm. Hold me – I’m cuuumming now. Move your finger. Fuck me in the ass with your finger – ugh – fuck – fuck.”
Ann collapsed on the bed. I shot my load all over the place but managed to keep quiet. Finally Ann said, “FUCK. That was incredible.”
She finally remembered that Lou was still there and ready to get his rocks off. He turned her on her back and moves his giant body and equally giant cock up over her. He straddled her chest and began to move his cock between her tits. Ann put the pillows under her head to give her a better view and reached out to hold her tits together around the shaft of his cock. Lou continued to fuck her as he slowly moved up sticking his dick between her boobs, but inching the head closer and closer to her mouth. Ann resisted opening her mouth as his cock was now pushing directly against her lips. As she moved her head from side to side, Lou’s cock stabbed her under the nose, in her clinched mouth, and along her face. I could see from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Lou reached down and held Ann’s face still. He grabbed her jaw and said,”Opens up bich. Yes got yours and now is my turn. Open you mouth an i’ll be easy on ya – buts if you bite, i’ll smack you side da head.”
“No,” Ann pleaded. “Not now – let me at least clean the pussy juice off. Let me out of bed and i’ll suck you just as soon as I clean up.”
Lou wasn’t going for it. He put his hand over her nose and held it until Ann grasped for air. She opened up just a little, but Lou was ready and pushed his cock past her lips. “Opens ya mouth ‘for I smack ya,” he said showing her a raised open hand.
I guess I should have come to her rescue but didn’t. First, Lou would have probably killed me. Secondly, Ann got herself into this mess. If you play with fire, expect to get burned. I just sat there for now. I made up my mind that if he actually hit her or if she was in any imminent danger, I would attempt to come to her aid. In the meantime I would watch this play out.
“I can’t take that in my mouth,” Ann whimpered.
“Yes ya can – now open ya mouth,” Lou once again demanded.
Ann must have seen the futility of holding out and gradually opened her mouth. Lou rolled both of them over so he was on his back and she was on her hands and knees. He pushed her down to his cock as she moved to put her cunt directly in his face – in a perfect 69 position. Although I could no longer see Ann’s face, I watched as her head started bobbing up and down. I don’t know how much of Lou’s cock was in her mouth, but he started moving his hips in rhythm with Ann’s movements. I could hear slurping sounds coming from Ann and could hear her cough when Lou pushed up too hard. There was an occasional gagging sound until they got synchronized.
When Ann finally settled down to giving Lou what he wanted, he stuck a couple of finger in her pussy and moved them back and forth. At first Ann didn’t respond. But the more Lou stroked, the more Ann stopped fighting it and moved into his fingers. Lou then spread her pussy lips and started licking her from bottom to top. Each time he moved up to her clit, she would jump a little and then set down as hard as she could on his mouth. Gradually Ann started responding more to Lou’s mouth and lost her concentration on his dick. Lou seemed to be enjoying the effects he was having on Ann and didn’t seem to mind when she let go of his dick. She pushed back to get more pressure between his mouth and her pussy. She raised up a little to give him more access to her clitoris. I could tell she was nearing another orgasm by her rapid movements and the steady stream of moans coming from her. Just as she was cumming, Lou licked his middle finger and jabbed it all the way up her ass hole. Ann let out a scream and then collapsed as visible shivers passed through her body with each wave of the climax.
She didn’t have time to fully recover. Lou picked her up and threw her to the floor on the side of the bed. As he set on the edge of the bed he pulled her over between his legs, putting his cock between her lips. Ann didn’t resist this time and took in a portion of his dick. I could see her cheeks moving as she sucked on him. Lou let her find her own pace before he started humping back with each of her down-strokes.
“Dats good gurl. Suck me good. Its don wanna hurts ya, so keep doing what you doing,” he said as he leaned back on the bed.
Ann actually seemed to be doing all right considering the initial resistance. I could see his cock moving in and out at her own pace as she moved her head up and down. She even occasionally lowered him deeper into her mouth as she appeared to try giving him deep throat.
Lou started getting more and more excited. I don’t know how he had lasted so long. They had been fucking for over an hour and his cock continued to stay rock hard.
Finally he sat back up and grabbed for Ann’s tits that were swaying between his legs. He gave them a squeeze and played with her nipples for a few seconds. Then his hands went up to grasp Ann on both sides of her face. All of a sudden his head went back and he thrust his hips up and pulled Ann down on his cock. He crammed it deep into Ann’s throat and I could see she was terrified.
On the other hand, Lou was in ecstasy. “Das it, suck ma dick. Takes dis spunk down ya throat. Yea, here comes another load. Sucks it bich,” Lou shouted as he continued to hold Ann down deep on his cock. I could see Ann’s throat muscles involuntarily swallow as Lou shot his load down her. I thought she was about to pass out and started to get up when he let her go. Just as she was desperately pulling off his cock, he shot another load of cum in her mouth. She coughed and let about a cup of semen gush from her mouth as she finally freed herself from him. Her face was red and she sat on the floor hard trying to catch her breath.
As she was gasping for air, Lou got out of bed and started putting on his cloths. By the time Ann had regained most of her composure, Lou was fully dressed with his hand on the back door.
“Well, I guess I better be leaving now,” Lou said without a trace of an accent. “It’s been fun. I sure hope your fantasy about fuckinz a poor ol’ nigger came true,” he said, “but you better stick with your white trash cowboys. I don’t think you’re ready to move up into my league yet.”
“You bastard,” was all she could say. “Just wait until I tell all the people down at the club what a fake you are.”
“What makes you think they would believe a slut like you,” he said as he closed the door.
He had a point. I gathered up my cloths when Ann went in to take a shower. I walked back to my place as the sun was coming up. Maybe I didn’t know Ann as well as I thought I did – and anyway, she did have a giant dose of black.
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