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Vibration

Friday, October 29th, 2010

The big Cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a yellow prehistoric spider. Katie Arden operated the huge piece of equipment with the skill of a surgeon, deftly maneuvering the big earthmover like it was a family car.

Much to the chagrin of her parents, Katie stayed a ‘tomboy’ well into her high school years and when she graduated enrolled in a heavy equipment operator’s school. Six months later she had her union card and was driving machine’s like this one.

It was during her time in heavy equipment school that Katie made a most interesting discovery; the constant vibration that hummed from the motor of these big machines could induce orgasms deep in her vagina if she held her wet pussy in the right position when she worked.

Highly sexed since masturbating at 12 years old, and making it a rule not to date any of the men she worked with-though all well muscled guys usually-Katie found that this little extra inducement of her job helped her get through the days (and nights) and the more her pussy dripped while she packed, pushed, scraped and lifted the longer Katie kept at the job smiling and wet.

For the past hour, the stocky girl had been on the verge of a huge orgasm but had gotten distracted by a problem with her power steering. For this reason her pussy was still in a frenzy when she stopped her run short, jumped from the cab and right into Jerry Fitz standing at the side of the makeshift machine hut peeing. Gulping back a sigh as the man wrangled his monster cock back into his jeans, Katie attempted not to consider what a cock that size would look like when it was hard. Jerry realized he had been seen and turned in a flash, buckled up and went bright red.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” the man said.

“Jerry, come on, I’ve seen cock before,” Katie said smiling and walking by him.

“Yeah, the guys have always wondered,” he said stepping to keep pace with the wide-faced cute woman.

“Right, I dress in jeans and work shirts and drive a loader,” Katie chuckled. ” I got to be a lesbian, right?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Katie stopped and turned to the little guy.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she said reaching down to give Jerry a nice long tug on his crotch. “Not by a long shot.

Though she was trying to move past him, though this was all slightly embarrassing and Katie didn’t ever really have any designs on Jerry-actually she never really noticed the barrel-chested guy-her pussy was still aching and she liked the look-and now the feel-of the man’s cock.

“Follow me,” she said, broke from Jerry, ran round the machine shed and stepped inside. Looking around the small room, Katie dropped to the ground the minute Jerry entered.

“Fuck Ka…”

“Come on, get it out,” she said kicking off her dark dirty boots and wriggling down her dusty pants. “You obviously have the goods, let’s see if you know how to use them.”

Of course Jerry couldn’t get his worn muddy jeans down fast enough but when he saw Katie reveal her well-groomed tight little snatch his cock grew so much it was all the guy could do to get his pants and boxers down and kneel to the cold cement floor.

Katie felt the cold to, but in fact it felt good against her little ass as she felt her pussy pulsating with heat when Jerry lie his pumping cock against the front of her legs.

“I don’t know if it’s just this one time, okay?” she said, smiling and felt her pussy grow even hotter. “But for now…”

Jerry didn’t need any further explanation. Yes, he would have liked a little more time, a more comfortable setting, maybe get Katie completely naked-at the very least to go down on that beautiful pussy under him-but he knew he had to take what was being offered here as fast as he could.

“Fucking vibration!” Katie screamed and grabbed the man’s ass into her as Jerry lie forward and began to fuck her little pussy as fast as he could.

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Hotsy Totsy Dancer

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Rolando was one of twenty dancers in the all male revue at the Hotsy Totsy Club. Seven nights a week the place was jumped to the beat of driving dance music and young naked male flesh. With salary and tips an aggressive dancer could clear three or four hundred dollars in one night from the mostly 40-something females who came to drink, fondle and generally look at swinging cock.

Standing backstage, ready to make his entrance, Rolando ‘The Latin Lover’ waited for the MC to make his introduction.

Rolando had his routine down well. He shook his tight ass, rolled his broad chest and generally flumped his cock every which way he could until he got down to his G-string. If the women had been howling before-and they had-when the tall olive-complexioned man finally stood glistening, tall and pumped only in his G-string, the women went wild for his massive cock and balls.

Jumping off the stage the ‘Latin Lover’ worked the crowd, letting the frenzied females snatch quick feels as he strutted through their grabbing hands and catcalls. A short stocky brunette held out a twenty-dollar bill and slipped it in the waistband of Roland’s G-string as he wagged his covered cock in her face. Another woman, old enough to be his Gram-Gram swatted his ass, another ran up and kissed his chest and gave him a ten.

As he was about to make his way back on stage a middle-aged blonde held up a one hundred dollar bill and waved it high in the air. Zeroing in on the C-note, Rolanda serpentine his way over to her table. The lady smiled up at him, a bright-eyed blonde of probably forty or so he guessed, slipping the bill in his waistband. Rolando smiled, slipped off his G-string and let his big cock unfurl. To screams of “do it, do it” the lady sat forward in her chair and placed the head of Roland’s dick deep in her mouth. The loud music, all this touching and now this woman sucking him expertly, the Latin man simply jettisoned a creamy stream of come down the woman’s throat in a minute as her friends exploded.

When he entered the dressing room the now satiated man wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that several of the other dancers were sitting on chairs with their legs spread wide apart. Women of various shapes, sizes and ages were on their knees sucking the young cocks for all they were worth.

Just another Thursday night at the ‘H.T.’ Rolando snickered to himself. The hooting mixed with the pounding bass speakers, Rolando made his way secretly out of the dressing room ten minutes later, dressed and dried. Spying the action around him, as usual there was more grabbing, sucking and moaning going on in the audience then on the floor, though his two friends Bill and Steve were well into the sucking and spanking of their doubles act (gay men that they were) and the women were loosing what little was left of their minds.

Leaving the club, Rolando yelled goodbye to several friends and headed off to his car. Waiting there was an older woman-mid fifties he guessed-who seemed to be more then a little nervous.

“I wanted to give you his,” she said coming off his driver side door.

She held a hundred out to Rolando and he smiled, stood right up to the lady and undid his pants. ”Oh no, no,” she said, opened her jacket and revealed what probably was the most perfect pair of tits Rolando had ever seen, very big, slightly scooped but not sagging at all. They must have been at least D-cups, with perfect little pointy nipples.

“I just had them done and wanted you to be the first,” the lady said and bade him closer. “For a hundred I want you to suck them until I say stop.”

Just another night at the Hotsy Totsy Rolando thought again and dipped his head to the strawberry-scented cleavage before him.

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The Voyuer

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Marie Jenkins closed her eyes, rotating her head to try and work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders.

It was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a five-minute break, the voluptuous red head stood and stretched, and for some reason, cupped her full chest through her blouse, tweaking her quickly hardening nipples. All of the nervous tension in Marie’s body seemed to gravitated to her pussy, which right then was throbbing. All alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, Marie simply began to masturbate, unaware that the cleaning crew had left the blind up on her side window. The tall woman with the impossibly long legs kept one hand on her right tit, while she snuck her left down her blouse, down her crotch, then bent slightly to lift her A-line skirt.

Hand deeply squished, “ha-huffing” as she wriggled and writhed, Marie managed her manicured fingers up under the waistband of her pantyhose then down and splayed over her soaking panties. Somehow she snuck the tip of her finger up and in and when Marie touched just the very tip of the top of her pussy she came instantly, bucking wildly while standing at her desk.

The twenty-five year-old account executive collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy. An hour Marie snapped off the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath, warm bed and a much-needed sleep.

Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes for the morning’s meeting.

As was her routine, she checked her email, hoping for an important letter from the west coast office that would make her planned meeting today all that much easier. Passing over a few personal notes from friends, and frustrated her hoped for email hadn’t come Marie scrolled down to one last message with: ‘Thank you for last Night’ as its subject.

The screen filled with the message after she clicked on it: Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. Tell your cleaning staff to keep that side window blind up more often. You certainly have the body for an A-line skirt.

Your Voyeur.

Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed to her side, to the bare bright side window! Yes, there was an office tower across the way, but she’d never be able to tell who, of all the occupants, had stared at her last night. And even if she could, what good what that do her? The man obviously used binoculars-shit, was he a pro Peeping Tom?-seeing as how he related details of the type of skirt she was wearing. And if he could make out that much detail he obviously saw her face and connected her through the office webpage which had her email address and office extension.

The day passed quickly enough, the meeting went well, but through it all Marie thought about her personal voyeur and despite her revulsion, she had to admit she also felt titillated. So much so her pussy throbbed low and dewy all day.

Returning to the office at three thirty, again checking her email out of habit, Marie saw another strange subject line-TONIGHT?- to a message third from the bottom of her new ones. I see you’ve kept that blind up, could I be so lucky again tonight?

Smiling despite herself, feeling her nipples rising and her pussy flooding, Marie reached to the bottom drawer on the right side of her desk. Jim had given her binoculars as a present three months ago, promising to take her bird watching in Central Park on their lunch hour.

Jim and she had broken up a month ago, never giving Marie the chance to use the high-powered scope she plucked from the drawer.

She hit the reply button on her email and began to write.

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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 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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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.

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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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The Mile High Club #2

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

“…..we’ll be cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet with an air speed of 480 knots, the weather is clear and we should reach Houston right on time, and thank you for flying World Air!.” Emma Burton stared out the window at the fading lights of Seattle’s skyline, then turned to the dog-eared soft cover in her lap.

“That’s one of his better ones,” she heard a soft voice say and the sixty two year old woman looked up to the bright face of the young man sitting next to her.

Emma had somewhat noticed the tall boy when she had had to crawl past his high knees a half-hour earlier, but with all the preflight jostling and cramped space she really had kept her attention out the window.

Now though… ”I have a prejudice for my home town writers,” she said.

“I go to school in Seattle,” the handsome brown-haired blue-eyed boy said. “But I’m a native Texan, gotta get home for my cousin’s wedding.”

“I’m going to see the grandkids,” Emma said taking the hand the boy was offering.

“My name is Parker Price.”

Despite herself Emma tittered slightly.

“Everybody laughs the first time,” P.P. said smiling and holding her with his deep blue eyed.

He really was adorable, Emma thought, probably only a few years older then her eldest grandson, quite a good-looking fresh-faced Texas boy with an easy, slightly verbose manner; perfect company for this flight.

Talking, joking and sipping a few drinks between then (Parker was at least old enough to drink, Emma mused) the older woman and young man enjoyed their conversation until about half way through the flight when Parker yawned, excused himself and yawned again.

“I hope it’s not the company,” Emma said.

“I’m sorry,” Parker said putting down his second wine. “I just got no sleep last night, we…well…frats can get crazy sometimes. Believe me Emma,” and here the boy stopped to fix her again with his amazing blue eyes. “The company is amazing.”

Feeling she was blushing like a bride, Emma quickly changed the subject.

“I really want to get into this for a bit,” she said raising her book between them. “Get a couple of winks and I’ll wake you in a bit so we can talk until we land, ok?”

“Ok,” Parker said and turned from her slightly.

In less than a minute Parker was asleep while Emma turned on her overhead light and returned to reading her book. This was a good a time as any to get a really good look at the boy, she thought, something she had wanted to do the minute he began speaking to her. Sure she was old enough to be Parker’s gran, but why not have a little look see for curiosity sake. And besides, didn’t they always say ‘things’ were bigger in Texas?

Studying Parker’s broad chest, his thick legs, Emma took her time looking over her book’s edge before she stared hard at the boy’s crotch. It was thick, it was nice and heavy, it was…growing! Parker’s penis seemed to be stiffening in his sleep. So much so the boy stirred, opened his eyes and caught the lady watching.

“I…uh…” he said rolling and shucking.

“Parker, a woman my age has seen a few erections in her time,” she said and the boy relaxed slightly.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“You should use that as soon as possible, mustn’t’ let a beautiful cock like that go to waste.”

Parker smiled at the woman’s use of such a pointed, dirty word.

“Maybe I will,” he said, unbuckled his seatbelt and stood from his seat.

Emma watched the boy’s fine high ass as he walked to the back bathroom of the quiet plane. A minute later she folded the paperback in the sleeve in front of her, unbuckled as well, stood to straighten her skirt and made her way back to the same bathroom. Making sure no flight attendants were present nor no passengers awake and looking, Emma knocked on the skinny door and Parker opened it. She walked in to the tight closet-sized room to find the boy sitting on the closed toilet lid, naked from the waist down, his huge purpling erection in his hands.

“They do say things are bigger in Texas,” Emma said securing the door behind her.

“I…I am just so, well, you made me really horny,” Parker began. “I was dreaming about you doing…”

“…something like this?” Emma asked, got to her knees and lean in to take the boy’s popping penis into her mouth.

Parker lean back in the cramped space as the willowy regal woman, old enough to be his grandmother, began to give him the best blow job he had ever felt in his life.

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Dear Diary: September

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

9/1: First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Becky Ford and I can’t believe I started my last year of high school in a new school today. There are over 600 students in my class and over 2400 in the whole school. I doubt I’ll ever get to know all of them, I just hope to recognize a few at the end of year! My locker mate seems nice enough but we don’t have any classes together, so I only see her a couple of times a day. I have a ton of homework, first day take it easy, not a chance! I’m going to bed, bye.

9/5 Survived my first week as the ‘new’ girl. Made two friends this week, Hillary and Emma. They’re both a little nuts but cool. Our schedules mesh, so we spend a lot of time walking between classes and we eating lunch together. Going to a party tomorrow night, all three of us are invited, hope it’s fun. Got nothin’ else, over and outski.

9/10. The party was a blast: first beer of the year, outdoor pool party, all pretty nice peeps. The only trouble came when one of the guys got pushed into the water and of course, more jumped in. Geri’s dad, came out and broke it up, it was really funny. Started gym this week. Usual nervousness in the locker room, being so skinny and all. I hate the girls with the bigger tits parading around…ok, I don’t HATE them, but you know what I mean. Like you know (ok you don’t know it but I’ll tell you) I’m not into other girls at all but this tall brunette named Jennifer is built like a Playboy model! Her chest is huge, high firm, like a fucking shelf of tits! And she shaves, well it really is the cutest little pussy. Somebody snickered about her lips, like how they are supposedly the nicest shape I didn’t get close enough to inspect her! Well, homework. Nighty night.

9/12 Remember Jennifer (great bod, supposedly has those wonder vag lips?) well I caught her I the shower today, just her and me actually, I don’t know how it happened but all the other girls were out by the time we stepped in. I looked down when she wasn’t looking, she was bent over, had her back turned and I got to see her vagagay from behind, just like that little slit, ya know? Wow, she does have a really nice pussy. Did I tell ya I’m not into girls!? I told Em’s and Hills about it, and they laughed themselves silly. Another odd thing happened, I caught Jennifer and her best friend, Heidi snuggling up kinda close near their gym lockers. It happened really fast, they were both still dressing, but I’m sure I saw Heidi strum her hand down the front of Jennifer’s thong and Jennifer smile and bite her lip. Did I really see that?

9/16 Em’s and Hills told me to keep an eye out (I told them about catching Heidi and Jennifer) and guess what? I snuck back into the locker room cause I knew they hadn’t come out and I caught Heidi down on her knees kissing with a naked Jennifer standing over her. ”Mmmm, you do it right, you do it so so right?” she was saying as Heidi had her hands around her ass and pushing her perfect pussy right into her mouth! I was kinda stuck their until they stopped, I didn’t want them to risk hearing me, but the picture of that little blonde keeling on the floor eating her best friend’s sweet pussy, fuck… I told Em’s and Hills but I don’t think they really believed me.

9/18 After school we went over to Em’s. I kept telling her and Hills about ‘the scene’ and to be honest the more I talk about it, the more I see it and the more it gets me…well…you know. I told you, I’m NOT INTO GIRLS, right?!!!! Hills suggested a little ‘show and tell’, well more show than tell really and before I knew it we were all pulling down our pants, rolling down our thongs and checking each other out. So I guess we all go hot from the story, not just me.

9/19 I was a little too embarrassed to out it all down yesterday but today we were at Hills again, stripped from the waist down, sprawled on her bed exploring. They have really nice pussies, tight, smell good; Em’s got a smaller clit but it gets kinda hard fast and Hills, well Hills got this ass… They seem to like my pussy too, couldn’t get over how I shaved bald. I gotta keep some secrets even from you my dearest diary, but let’s just say I am getting to really like this new school and my new friends.

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The Affair

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

“Jesus, again?” Linda said to herself.

She was in the middle of typing a pile of letters, when her phone began to ring for what had to be the tenth time in the past two hours.

“Mortgage loan department,” she said trying not to let frustration creep into her voice. “May I help…”

“12:30,” a steady male voice interrupted her.

At 12:25, Linda stuck her head into her boss’s office.

“Jim, I’m gonna do some take-out and a walk, be back latest 1:30.”

Stopping off at the bathroom, Linda went into a stall, sat down and peeled off her panty hose and underwear. She then swayed her cute little bare rear under her light summer skirt making her way out the bank with a smile and a flip of her long chestnut curls. Walking to the parking lot behind the building she ambled quickly into the passenger side seat of the waiting Oldsmobile 98.

“Hi,” the long limbed lady said while sliding to the driver across the leather front seat. As she had always been instructed to do, Linda lifted her skirt so her ass pressed on the cold material and her pussy squished even more so then it already was.

“Hi yourself,” the tall man with the goatee answered back, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth.

Pulling out of the tight gravel lot Dan made a right turn and headed east.

He had his hand between Linda’s spread thighs even before he made the light a block away.

“Oh Dan, oh God, I…oh God,” Linda squirmed and nearly came as the man inserted a finger between her dewy thickening pussy lips.

Five minutes later the couple were parked in a semi-deserted area on Chicago’s lakefront, a place Dan and Linda came to often during their ‘lunches.’

Dan started unbuttoning the front of Linda’s blouse, revealing her  lacy white bra, and took her 36C breasts in his hands. Again, as she had been instructed by this man she had been having this torrid affair with the past three months, Linda had worn and was now unsnapping the front clasped bra-this was ‘a nursing bra’ she had heard it called-to let her firm tits spill into Dan’s waiting hands.

“Very nice,” the handsome man offered, before dipping his curly haired head to the powdery sweet bosom and sucking the girl who lay back in his front seat.

Linda’s nipples stiffened and ached under Dan licking from breast to breast and she rolled up further to him, willing the man to maybe finger fuck her again. But Dan kept his hands on her hips and made a grand meal of sucking her bouncing dark tits until she was even crazier for him.

Linda had been, and still was, happily married for five years. She hadn’t been looking for, never ever considered an affair, but here it was, and she was enjoying every minute of her three times a week with Dan. The pretty round faced girl rationalized her husband knew nothing of her extramarital affair so far and, though she knew everyday brought the danger of detection, Linda could not get enough of this man suckling her now, his perfect high cheek-boned face, his generous mouth and his ridiculously thick cock.

She hated to think this way, but Dan was truly the best fuck of her short thirty fours years and she wanted to fuck him as often as possible.

“You need…you need to fuck me,” Linda said wiggling to pull her skirt up to expose her aching pussy.

“I don’t need to do anything,” Dan teased, sitting up off her magnificent chest. “But…I will.”

Dan sat back and undid his pants, pulled his briefs under this thick big ball sack and took his purple erection in hand.

“Is this what you want?” he teased angling his hips off the steering wheel as Linda spread her landing-strip of brown hair so her glistening pussy was exposed even more.

“Fuck,” Lind screamed as the man simply aimed, pushed and was up in her to the hilt with one press. Dan’s hard thickness both hurt her and brought a heat deep into Linda’s belly, it was all she could do not to cry and come at the same time.

“Fuck!” Linda screamed.

“Fuck!” so did Dan.

Their piston-ing caused Dan to hit the horn once, the bleat making the couple laugh as they clutched, humped more furiously. A minute later Dan and Linda came together, letting loose a thick creaming puddle over Dan’s fine car seat.

Driving back to the bank the duo kept their usual silence. Linda checked her face one last time, smoothed her dress and kissed Dan’s cheek when he parked the car.

“Good lunch?” Linda’s boss smiled at her a minute and half later when she passed his office.

“Yeah, thanks,” she smiled just as the bank door opened and Dan walked in, smiled when passing his boss and took his seat in the cubicle next to Linda.

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