Archive for October, 2010

Simple Sex Is One Of Life’s Greatest Pleasures

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

If there’s anything that certain about sex, it’s that it can complicate life and relationships. Sex is messy: it controls our actions and often leads to places we’d otherwise avoid. Despite this, no one goes out of their way to avoid sex – in fact nearly everyone embraces sex in their own way. So how do you choose what you’d like?

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Internet porn has made sex easy, not to mention accessible for public consumption. You don’t have to hide in a dirty bookstore to buy it anymore – and without that embarrassment people have opened up to fetishes and darker desires. Like a good meal you can have your fucking any way you like it – with whips, chains, stockings, anally, on a boat. The scenarios are endless, and often lead to an escalation in the type of behavior needed to get off.

Escalation is a key point, because although we like our ladies in thigh high stockings, and love when they suck dick in lipstick, sometimes there’s nothing better than just plain old sex. You know the kind: you strip down and bend over a big titted bitch and fuck her until she screams. Never mind acrobatics worthy of Cirque du Soleil, simple pounding is refreshing and a back to basics approach that will help you return to your roots.

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So the next time your lady comes over, smack her ass and get down to one of life’s richest pleasures: simple sex. You can thank us later.

Female Athletes: Sex-Icons In The Making?

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Sex sells. An old adage, yet true: sex is used to sell everything from beer to cars, and traditionally, waif-like models have been used to do it. Athletes have been increasingly sexualized however, and the 21st century has seen a rise in the number of muscled midriffs in popular culture. After all, what’s hotter than fucking a skinny model? Fucking a tight, toned and primed athlete that will rock your bed like porn star on steroids – that’s what. So let’s take a look at 4 of the hottest athletes in the world today.

Amanda Beard:

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A world class swimmer and Olympic Gold Medalist, Beard set the bar high by medalling in three consecutive Olympic Games. Moreover, she put her porn worthy body on display in Playboy, setting a precedent for other athletes trying to match her celebrity.


Lindsay Vonn
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Lindsay Vonn was lauded as America’s Winter Olympic answer to Michael Phelps in early 2010, and while she didn’t quite live up to that mantle, she did bring home a gold medal. Not only that, but she sparked jealousy in teammates and opponents alike by showing off her tight body in an alluring Sports Illustrated Swimsuit spread to coincide with the games. It’s worth finding too, especially to see her voluptuously muscled ass in action.


Alison Stokke
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While Stokke’s athletic pedigree pales in comparison on her beauty, it’s her muscular body that has everyone talking. That and the fact that she’s a pole-vaulter – prompting otherwise respectable journalists to lose their shit and crack: she could vault my pole any time. Amen!


Anna Kournikova
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These days, Kournikova is more celebrity than athlete, but she makes our list for that very reason. Anna is a modern prototype : a failed athlete who has exploited her sex appeal in Hollywood. While she’s been in a relationship with Enrique Iglesias for nearly a decade, he’s bound to come out of the closet at some point. Until then, we’ll be waiting for Anna with baited breath.

Take My Picture

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

“Jake, your two thirty is here.” Kiki informed her boss, photographer, Jake Klein.

Without looking up from the proof he was reviewing, Jake replied: “Set her up in studio three and get the lighting set up.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Kiki replied. “You’re gonna like this one. She’s hot!”

Hearing that, Jake finally put down his viewer.

Five minutes later Jake breezed into the studio with his hand out to the stunning brunette in the center of the room.

“Hi, I’m Jake,” he said. “You’ve already met Kiki,” the two women smiled at each other from across the room. “You must be Angela?”

The tall beauty beamed a thin-lipped yet nervous smile.

“These pictures are a gift for your husband?”

Angela shook her head and replied: “Our tenth wedding anniversary is coming up and I wanted to give Dave a surprise.”

“Well,” Jake intoned brightly “I could see why he’d want pictures of you.”

“Well, thanks,” Angela said her chin to her big chest.

“Nothing to be nervous about, ok?” Jake said walking around the woman. Kiki offered him a camera and he continued.

“We’ll start off with a few of you in the clothes, get you used to the camera.”

“Yeah, yeah okay,” Angela sighed looking up finally.

“Here…” Kiki said, stepping to Angela with a smile. She had somehow passed Jake a camera, and now held a delicious looking glass of white wine in her hand. “…before we start.”

Angela took the glass with a smile, drained it, handed it back and for the next five minutes, executed the easy poses Jake suggested while clicking a litany of quick picks. Moving ever so slightly-a cocked hip here, a smile there, her chin to her right shoulder, now left-Angela felt instantly comfortable and infinitely desirable through Jake’s soft urging.

“Wow,” Jake enthused. ” Really natural, perfect. Perfect.”

Snapping more he asked: “Don’t you think she’s a natural, Kiki?”

The little blonde nodded her head enthusiastically.

Jake changed his film while Kiki offered Angela another wine, which she eagerly drank to the bottom of the glass again.

Ready to shoot again, Jake came up to the two women dead center of the room.

“Okay, let’s unbutton that blouse and show a little cleavage. Kiki?”

Angela smiled, again her chin to her chest and Kiki took the empty wine glass while the tall lady reach to open the front four buttons on her shirt.

“Mmmm,” Angela moaned despite herself and Kiki and Jake exchanged a quick glance; the wine, the attention, Angela was loosening up.

Angela was wearing a lacy push-up bra which pushed-up her big tits almost to her chin. ”Wait ’til hubby sees these,” Jake said into his camera.

He flipped off a series of pics all dead center of the pretty girl facing him, getting Angela’s innocent pretty high cheek-boned face and that magnificent cleavage from as many angles as he could.

“Ok, a little more,” Jake said after two minutes of rapid speed shooting.

“Shirt off, okay, bra unhooked; let it slip down a little but don’t take it all the way off.”

Angela peeled of her blouse as slow as she could, yet smiling all the while. Then staring directly at them both, slightl defiant even, the tall brunette reached around back of herself and undid her bra. As Jake has instructed Angela kept the cups of the sliding bra still covering her 36DD’s as the photographer clicked away.

“I’m out again,” the lanky black man said two minutes later and Kiki moved in to help her boss.

“Angela, why don’t you step into the dressing room and see if there’s anything you like,” he added.

Jake’s dressing room was replete with hundreds of different bra and panty combinations of all sizes, colors and styles.

As Jake and Kiki worked out in the main studio they heard Angela fumbling, picking up an outfit and sighing or a few “oh I couldn’ts” from the room. Jake nodded to assistant to go help their latest client.

Angela was giggling when Kiki entered the small changing room. She was topless now and attempting to fit her big boobs into a black bra.

“Here,” Kiki said handing another bra across to the woman…same style but bigger. In seconds Angela had the sexy low cut bra over herself and was pushing her huge tits into the cups…which had cut-out holes in the center of them.

“Oh my,” she said laughing. “I didn’t…”

“These go with it,” Kiki said offering the giggling woman a black thong.

“Go ahead,” Kiki prodded and turned to give Angela privacy. She heard the sound of the woman shucking down her pants, waited the requisite time she assumed it took for Angela to peal off her jeans and then her panties then turned when she heard: “Ok, I think this is right.”

Kiki turned to Angela now in an open-cupped big push-up bra and crotchless panties. She knelt to help the woman adjust and noticed just how perfect a pussy Angela had.

“Turn,” Kiki said and the tall woman over her did so. Kiki adjusted the thong so it fit perfectly in the half of Angela’s equally perfect ass. If she could have she would have knelt forward and kissed it!

“Now, try this.” Kiki said standing and reaching for a small bullet-sized vibrator.

“What’s…?” asked Angela in a slightly slurred voice.

“Just put it,” Kiki said, reached her hand down the front of Angela an while the woman stood smiling, about to kiss woman, Jake’s assistant inserted and pushed the silver bullet up through the crotch-less front of Angela’s thong and into the woman’s vagina.

“Oh oh,” Angela said as Kiki worked the vibrator up in her, just resting it between her perfect slightly silky lips.

Kiki then turned, grabbed the remote control and spun the little wheel to bring the vibrator to life. A low hum filled the rum as Angela began to squirm.

“It’ll get you in the mood,” Kiki said and helped the woman turn to leave the room.

“My…my pussy,” Angela whispered as both women smiled knowingly and came back into the studio.

“Rokay,” the man exclaimed, nodding at Kiki and smiling at Angela. “Now we’re talking!”

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The Orgasm Guide To Water Sex

Monday, October 25th, 2010

For those who’ve tried it, you’ll know that having sex in water is not as easy as it looks in movies and porn. In fact, “submerged” sex can be incredibly dangerous for women. When looking to get wet and wild, follow these tips in order to ensure that you’re not putting yourself, or your partner, in any sort of danger.

The first thing to consider when having water sex is that condoms are significantly less effective underwater. Hot water and chlorine can have serious impacts on a condom’s durability so know that if a jimmy-hat is a necessity; perhaps it’s best to stay on dry land.

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Also, don’t be quick to assume that just because you are surrounded by water, that you don’t have to worry about lubrication. Instead, water actually washes off any sort of moisture you may already have – making for an uncomfortable sex session. As an alternative, consider a non water-soluble lubricant like silicone.

For those looking to get busy in a pool; think again. Having chlorine rushing in and out of your partner’s vagina is the fastest way to infection. As for the bathtub, the same applies. Not only is it a tight squeeze – pun intended – but having soapy water inside her is bad news. Stick to the shower. That way, you’ll still get to be wet and have sex at the same time.

If you plan on getting busy at the beach, remember that salt water and vaginas don’t exactly mix. Consider engaging in some foreplay while floating around, and then take matters elsewhere. When it comes to water sex, it is always better to be safe than sorry.

The Carny

Monday, October 25th, 2010

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

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

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

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

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

“Momma’s gone for the night.”

“Sounds good to me,” Walt replied.

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

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

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

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

“Let’s see if I can change that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jurrasic Jocked: Grow Your Manhood Like A Porn Star

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

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

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

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

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

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

Little Tommy’s Boner

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

“Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat!” Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open the screen door and marched into the kitchen.

“Jimmy around?”

“I’m sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shopping for a new bike,” replied Marion Overton.

“He should be home in an hour or so if you care to wait.”

The eighteen year old stood in the middle of the kitchen, thought a second, then answered back: “Yeah, ok. Is it okay if I watch television in the basement?”

“Sure,” Jimmy’s thin pretty mom replied, “go down, I’ll tell Jimmy you’re here as soon as he gets back.”

Tommy slipped quietly down the stairs, picked up the remote and flicked on the set. In seconds he tuned to the porn Pay-Preview station he knew Jimmy’s dad always ordered and he and his friend had spied on more than one occasion. He sat on the low futon and slowly began working his hardening cock out of his fly while watching two women on the screen suck each other’s massive tits.

Tommy was so into the scene he didn’t hear Marion Overton descending the stairs.

When she came around the corner into the family room, the green-eyed mom of two was not only stunned to see the movie on the T.V., but flabbergasted catching Tommy working his purpling stump-of-a cock! She had simply wanted to inform her son’s best friend that her husband had just called to say he’d most likely be back in twenty minutes.

And damn if she’d admit it, Marion became instantly wet at the sight of such a nice thick young erection.

Tommy was obnoxious, a little too lean for her liking and way too verbose but he did have a great cock Marion saw. Not as big as her husband’s eight inches, Tommy was still thick and at least seven. Leaning against the basement panelingMarion slipped her hand up under her dress and inside her panties, quickly finding her erect clit.

Her fingers pushing a strong contact, the forty year-old lady made an audible sigh that Tommy heard.

“Mrs. O!” the boy screamed, sitting up and putting his cock back in his pants in one fell swoop.
Tommy fumbled with the remote but couldn’€™t turn the T.V. off fast enough as Mrs. O. walked into the room in front of it.

“No no, don’t put it away,” the lady said staring down at the still heavy bulge in his pants. “Let me see it and I’ll show you my pussy.”

Tommy watched in wide-eyed wonder as his best friend’s mom lifted her dress. Moving ever so slowly the lady reached over and pulled her cotton pink panty front to one side exposing her dark hairy pussy.

“Pull it back out,” the lady standing over Tommy ordered, “I want to see you jerk off.”

What the hell, Tommy thought, spread his fly and took his cock out again.

“If I let you come will you do me a favor first?” Mrs. O asked tickling her index finger around her natch of dark hair. She stared down at Tommy as he manipulated his cock ever bigger.

“Sure, Mrs. O,” Tommy said. “But you’re gonna let me come right?”

“I want you to come, I want to you to come hard long and bucketfuls,” the lady said and took a step to him. “I’ll even drink-up every drop, I promise.”

“Oh God,” Tommy said working his cock out of his pants as far as he could pull it.

My pussy really needs to be licked,” Jimmy’s mom said. “Do you think you could do that for me?”

“Sure,” Tommy agreed, sitting up. “I love eating pussy.”

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Mrs. Oberon stepped up to the low futon and put one foot up on the right arm, causing the lips of her wet pussy to spread under her panties as she held them even further aside. Smelling her fantastic rindy scent, Tommy lean forward, took his hands from his cock and put them up and around his best friend’s mom’s great ass. Pulling the moaning lady to him, Tommy smashed his face deep into the lady’s coarse hair, found her engorged silky lips with his own, opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to the little clit he found.

Just then the sound of opening doors and walking feet crossed over their heads!

“MY fucking husband always overestimates driving time,” Mrs. Overton said, standing up off the boy, smoothing her skirt.

Tommy jumped up to, pushed his throbbing suffering cock back in his pants. He ran to the opposite side of the low room, then realizing how silly that was, ran back and bumped heads with Mrs. Overton, who laughed with him. Just as Jimmy began his descent down the basement stairs Marion walked into the laundry room and Tommy sat on the couch again.

“Hey dude,” Jimmy said seeing his friend. “What’s up?”

“He’s waiting on you,” his mom said coming from the tiny backroom holding a basket of folded laundry in her arms.

“I’€™ll get some ice tea together,” the flush-faced lady said, turning to the stairs.

“Tom, we’ll talk about those colleges later,” she added. “I’ve been out of the teaching game a while, but I might have a few insights.”

Clearing his throat and catching on, Tommy said: “Oh yeah, yeah thanks Mrs. O.”

“There’s always so much to do, do, do,” the lady sang as she took the creaky steps and her son joined his friend on the couch.

Breast Implants: Why Size Matters And When Big Is Too Big

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

Picture yourself at a fundraising carwash, the kind where you pay ten bucks for two porn stars with big tits to come and clean your windshield with their mammoth mammaries. Now imagine those same sluts throwing their slabs on your Escalade’s windshield and your world going dark. The thought is scary – while we all love breast implants there’s a point at which big is just too big.

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Take Heidi Montag as a prime example. When Heidi first appeared on The Hills she was a skinny flat chested blonde with a big nose. Sure, we would have fucked her (perhaps even multiple times), but without much to talk to we would have moved on to bigger and better things. Heidi may be dumb, but she was smart enough to realize that her value wasn’t nearly as high as it could have been so she went under the knife to have her face fixed and her tits done. The end result was a minor miracle as Heidi was transformed from an average beach slut to a superstar – the kind of big breasted blonde that embodies the American dream.

With that said, when Heidi went under the knife again for an extreme makeover this spring, she pushed her look too far. There’s a fine line between bombshell and alien, and Heidi passed it by having her face pulled tighter than Joan Rivers and supersizing her breasts so that they resembled flesh colored bowling balls. Yes, we’d still fuck her, but much like the original version of Heidi, her stock was greatly reduced.

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So when it comes to tits, there’s such a thing as too big. As a rule, tits shouldn’t block the sun, they should simply allow the sun to highlight their bulging contours. Looking natural isn’t necessarily the prototype that should be aspired to – after all, men love fake breasts – but women who look deformed are quite simply unattractive. Hollywood – take note!

Crack In The Wall

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

The phone in Brian’s dorm room rang three times before he picked it up.

“Hello? Oh yeah, hi, Mitch, sure. Okay, give me fifteen ok? Yeah, yeah I’ll meet ya there.”

After hanging up, Brian vaulted over his bed, scanning his tiny dorm room. It had been a dog’s age since he had played tennis, let alone seen Mitch.

“Now, where’s that fucking racket?” he asked the room, till searching it with his eyes.

“Closet?” Brian asked himself, his eyes finally coming to the closet he shared with his roommate Charlie at the side of the closed door.

“Shit,” he said stepping up and opening the door. With it’s light burned out (did it even work, Brian wondered) and all the stuff he and Charlie had managed to pack on the hanger, but mostly floor of the cramped space, Brian got on his knees for what he knew be a long uncomfortable search.

Working to removing armfuls of junk, about two minutes in and quite a few inches forward Brian noticed a sliver of light coming in from right over his head, through the back wall of the closet. Closing the door behind him, he peered into the slit and saw perfectly into the adjoining room right next to his. It was the women’s shower.

When Brian and Charlie had first acquired this room they thought their libido prayers had been answered. But far from catching dewy bouncy breasts or little wet hairy pussies flittering by the boys got nothing other then women in their robes, hair under towels and curt smiles and helloes. If anything being this close to the boys’ room, the girls were even more cautious.

Figuring he was owed at least this requisite peak, Brian adjusted his eye at a right angle, spying the lower part of the eastern corner of the dripping white communal stall.

For the moment no one was in the room, so just about as Brian was retrieving his racket a tall lean red head he knew as Carlee came bouncing into the room, naked holding a bar of soap in her hand.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Brian stammered watching the woman begin to shower.

“Weren’t we supposed to do tennis that day?” Mitch asked as he and Brian and two of their other friends sat in the campus Rathskeller chugging back beers and pizza.

“Yeah, where you been bro?” Steve asked. “I mean, I see you in class and shit, but…”

“You know, hittin’ the books,” Brian deflected and gulped the rest of his brew.

He was in his closet that night-having had to skip a day because Charlie was around-sitting cross-legged with his eye pushed up to the spot in the wall. As he had learned, Tuesday nights were the best ‘viewing night’, when at least five girls made it into the shower together…five very hot girls.

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There was Jen, a tall blonde with enormous cans, a very conservative shy girl when he caught her in the hallways but with a sparkle in her blue eyes that really shown when she stood under a hot spray and tickled her big boobs and her ass quivered as she touched herself and though of God-knew-what; Becky a spirited red head with pointy tits and a shaved pussy who spent an inordinate amount of time helping Jen 2 (as Brian called the petite black girl) soap her back. It was simply accepted by the girls (and by Brian, he was that kind of a guy) that Becky and Jen2 were lovers, though they kept their groping to a minimum, or discreet enough that only Brian caught the little tickles or rubbing; there was Carlee, the red head he had watched the first day, who not only showered for him that first day but had masturbated with her whole hand literally up her wide pussy as she moaned and shook…Carlee had a magnificent ass; and then lastly Wendy a tall intimidating Amazon-of-a-black-chick supporting what had to be 36 D’s, a firm stomach and a shaved pussy Brian caught sight of more often the not cause it was slightly pinker then the rest of the girls and the way Wendy’s powerful legs were her vagina sat high and slightly open when she showered facing him.

Each time he peaked, as he was right then, Brian took his pounding cock in hand, picked one girl out of the group to jerk off to, and watched her exclusively for the time it took for him to shoot his stream of hot cum into the tissues he balanced in his lap.

Rubbing his seven inches to its fullest extension the girls frolicked, splashed, gossiped and soaped, unaware of how much they were continuing Brian’s college education.

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A Newbie Guide To Swinging

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

Being a swinger is a lot more than just having sex with multiple partners. It’s a lifestyle. For those curious to try it, know that it involves a lot more than just heading over to your local swingers club, condoms in hand.

For starters, know that you can’t just simply stroll into a swinger’s club without a partner. However, that only applies if you are of the male variety. Single females are more than welcome to stroll in at any given time. If you don’t have a partner, your best best is to go on “single men” nights. However, expect a sausage fest. The best way to go about swinging still lies in finding a partner who is willing and able.

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Despite the vast amount of swinger’s clubs, sex mostly happens in people’s houses and occasionally in the great outdoors (eg. camping grounds). Also keep in mind that many ‘high class’ clubs are “invitation only”, though many still welcome periodic walk-ins.

Before getting down and dirty, keep in mind that swingers are not just a bunch of horny animals that will hump anything with a pulse. Men will often find a hooker or crackhead to use as a “ticket” in order to get through the door, and that is the ultimate swinger faux pas. Most swingers have a zero-tolerance policy on dubious partners. So stick to a female companion that you know and trust.

Perhaps the hardest aspect of swinging is getting your partner to agree to it in the first place. When faced with a hesitant girlfriend, here a few convincing points:

- You don’t necessarily need to have sex with anybody else (but you will be watched, it’s a bit like free porn)

- You will have a newfound appreciation towards each other once you realize how desirable you are to others

- If she is concerned about showcasing her body, assure her that swingers come in all shapes and sizes and that they most definitely don’t discriminate

- It will provide you with a good opportunity to socialize and learn more about sex

Once you’ve gotten your partner willing and ready to go, make sure that you are both in agreement over how it will go down. While some partners are ok with ‘sharing’, others just like to observe. Alternately, some like to ‘play around’ with other couples but not have sex. Whatever your swinging style, know what you are in for before walking through those doors. You don’t want to end up causing a scene when you touch another woman’s tits and your girlfriend throws a fit.

Now that you know what to expect, and what you are willing to do, it’s time to do some prep work. Start off by ensuring that you have reservations (most parties have a guest list) and that you are given guidelines into the do’s and dont’s of your club of choice. Once that’s settled, make sure to arrive with your date in hand. Having her meet you inside might not be the best idea (or they could just simply not let you in). As for the dress code, dressing sexy is appropriate, being mistaken for a prostitute is not. Some swingers also chose to bring a robe for added convenience. Whatever your choice of attire, the most important thing to remember is to clean yourself up. Brush your teeth, take care of any grooming needs and ensure that your nails are clean. If only out of respect for others.

If you’ve finally managed to get inside and you and your partner are ready to go, know that there are additional factors to keep in mind. For starters, try not to offend anybody. If approached by an overweight man you would rather die than touch, a simple “no thank you” will suffice. Staring is also not exactly a good idea. If you come across a closed bedroom, leave it that way. The best approach for newbie swingers is to make friends with an experienced couple and have them show you around. Use protection, wash your hands in between sessions and you’ll have a jolly good time.