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House Guest

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

“I think you’re perverted,” Dina said to her husband Alan, “spying on our guests?”

Alan snickered while he fine-tuned the monitor receiving a live feed from the guest bedroom. Just then, Jackie, Steve’s wife, came into the picture and began removing her clothing to get ready for a shower. Alan gave out a low whistle and said: ”Wow, Dee, look at her body!”

Before Dina could answer, Steve also appeared on the screen, naked, coming up behind his wife, he cupped her ripe breasts in his hands. The couple kissed then Steve moved to the side of his wife.

“Wow,” Dina whispered, “he is big.”

“We got to get as naked as them,” Alan said and Dina fell out of her robe while her husband wrangled his shorts down over his throbbing cock and balls.

“What turns you on more, me or them?” Dina asked as she scooted her cute little ass up across their bed. “You gotta watch them while you do me?”

Alan didn’t answer, he simply dove at his wife and began to suckle her big right tit.

Both couples entwined: Alan was not even looking at Dina, simply pushing his face as deep into her powdery bosom as he could; Steve was kneeling in front of Jackie, his face up in her crotch as Jackie played with his hair and bucked into his face fucking.

“Don’t wanna watch them anymore?” Dina said as Alan licked and suckled. She managed her hand down his tight belly, grabbed his thick seven inches and pulled her man closer to her heated dewy spot as she spread her legs.

“Don’t want me to see Steve’s big cock?”

With this Alan felt such an urge to plow his wife that he thrust up, lifted his mouth from that fleshy mound of tit flesh and opened Dina’s thighs ever further.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard for that,” he said.

“As hard as Steve fucks…”

Dina cried out as her husband speared her wet pussy with his thick purple cock. He pushed all the way up her wetness with one violent push and lie his full weight atop her.

The couple trusted, pushed, clawed and came…and came as Steve and Jackie changed positions after Jackie came in Steve’s face, with Jackie now on her knees slowly licking the head of her husband’s pre-come penis.

Alan rolled off of his wife ten minuets later. He had fucked his lady for all he was worth, almost forgetting the couple on the T.V, over their heads…almost.

“Someday you’re gonna kill me,” Alan said smiling. “Really, your pussy is just too good.”

“It’s just hungry for you,” Dina said cuddling into her man’s hairy chest.

“Whadda think Steve?” Alan asked aloud. “Ya think pussy is gonna kill us?”

Dina looked up the monitor, amazed to see Steve and Jackie looking back at her and Alan. She had no idea what kind of technological advancements Alan made in their big Tudor on any given day, but she had thought his voyeurism had stopped with lipstick cameras hidden in the guest bedroom. She could have never conceived that her husband had installed a camera in her bedroom and that Steve could obviously see them now.

Dina like the idea-not that she’d admit it-but was still shocked. Looking up and seeing an equally shocked Jackie in the room beside Steve, Dina realized they had been duped by their men. ”Death by pussy,” Steve mused looking at them. “There are worse ways things, my bother.” ”There sure are,” Dina said and stood up off the bed.

“There sure are,” Jackie said and followed suit, both women leaving their men in their respective rooms.

The ladies met in the hallway seconds later, slapped high-fives and smiled. ”Switch?” Jackie asked.

“Definitely,” Dina agreed and each lady opened the door to the opposite bedroom they had just come from.

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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.

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.

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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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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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.

Tips On How To Become A Porn Star

Friday, October 15th, 2010

Ever dreamed of becoming a porn star? Before you get too excited, don’t think that it’s all about taking off your clothes and doing it doggy-style (and anal, and oral, and cowgirl etc.) for ten hours. Here required traits for those interested in getting into the adult industry. Warning: it’s not for the faint of heart.

1. Look Realistic – Gone are the days when porn stars resembled second-class drag queens. What porn-aficionados want, are girls that look real. Like the girl-next-door they dream of fucking. While implants are certainly acceptable – after all, this is still porn we’re talking about – anything over a D cup can start to look scary.

2. Adequate Tits – While on the subjects of racks, a good pairs of tits is absolutely mandatory. While size doesn’t matter too much, appropriate nipples are a must. Pancake nipps on an A cup? No thanks.

3. No Fear – The bottom line is this: if anal is a no-no in your book, forget about porn. In the adult entertainment industry, experimentation is everything. Start to draw lines over what you can and cannot do and you’ll soon be out of a job. The more you do, the more money you make.

4. Must Enjoy Sex – What good is a job in porn if you don’t like sex? If the idea of multiple orgasms makes your cringe, then perhaps you’d be better suited as a librarian. Just a thought.

5. Be Street Smart - Having a career in porn comes with a hefty does of side-effects. One of them being the constant harassment by “fans” and having to deal with shady producers that may not have your best-interests at heart. Knowing how to pick these people apart and watch your own back is probably one of your best tools towards succeeding in the industry.

6. Keep Yourself Sane – Walking down the wrong path can be quite easy in the world of porn. Between the drugs and wild sex, you run the risk of being a hop and a skip away from ending up in rehab. Or like a total hot mess.

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Halloween Sex Positions

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

They say Christmas is the most wonderful time of they year. I completely disagree. Halloween is by far the best time of year because chicks have an excuse to dress up completely slutty and and they throw all their inhibitions out the window.

Halloween’s original purpose has totally transformed in the past couple of decades and amen for that! The idea of scary has turned into sexy and the only thing scary about Halloween should be the inner demons you release in the bedroom.

The devil inside of you and your partner will be shrieking and moaning all night long, and it won’t be because of a full moon. Try out these Halloween sex positions and you wont be disappointed:

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Tail in the Crypt: You and your partner make your way under your bed, aka the crypt, and start doing some anal play, aka the tail. I’ll leave it up for you to decade whether or not you’d like to annoyingly stimulate your partner with scratches on the back.

The Scarecrow: One partner is strapped to a cross brace and must act as if they have to skeletal system. The other partner gets to do whatever they want to the person tied up. Groping, teasing, prodding, and just about anything else you want.

Night of the Fucking Dead: Both partners start off in a standard missionary position, but once the dick is inside, that’s when things get interesting. Neither partner is allowed to use their arms or legs when fucking eachother. Just like the grunting and struggling zombies in the movie.

Pumpkin Head: Have your partner paint their face with orange and black makeup while you cut a hole in a box to act as the table. Your partner will kneel down with the pumpkin head poking out of the hole. You’ll stand in front , and put a candle, aka your dick, into the mouth of this jack-o-lantern.

Witches’ Brew: Fill a hot tub with brown food coloring, novelty eyeballs, gothic candles, and two slutty drunk chicks you found at the bar. A post witches brew shower is also in the cards.

Now you’re really ready to celebrate Halloween this year. Before you’re ready to get down and dirty, try watching some Halloween porn to get you in the mood.

Snoring Spoils Sex

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Those of you who are currently in a committed relationship or possibly even have a casual dating partner where sleepovers often occur after late night fucking sessions, you might be interested in the results of a new study that links snoring with ruining sex lives.

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This may prompt a lot of you snorers out there to make a quick visit to the doctor because snoring could potentially lead you to have less sex.

Research commissioned by Fisher and Paykel Healthcare, a leading supplier of systems for people with respiratory problems and the treatment of obstructive sleep, found that 50 percent of women said snoring had damaged a romantic relationship.

And it doesn’t stop here! Snoring doesn’t only hurt you chances of having frequent sex, it also puts the culprit in a position where violent attacks and abuse can occur. 70 percent of women admitted to resorting to violence to stop their partner’s noisy breathing. Many of them said they kicked or elbowed their partners in hopes to get them to stop.

Now, you’re probably wondering what the reasoning behind this study is. Well, I can sum it up for you pretty well. Those of us who don’t snore are feeling physically and emotionally exhausted because of sleep deprivation, therefore can’t perform regular duties, like sex, in their everyday lives. Eventually, the relationship becomes stressful for both partners because one is not sleeping and one is not getting sex!

So, instead of resorting to watching free porn online all day as a substitution, try heading to the doctors. Not only can snoring hurt your physical sex life, but it can later lead to erectile dysfunction.

Bottom line is that nothing good can come out of frequent snoring. Imagine yourself never having sex again! Well, that could happen if you don’t get your shit fixed if you’re a snorer.

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The First Lady

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

“I’m gonna kill him, I swear this time I’m gonna kill him!” screamed first-lady, Mrs. Jennifer Boyle.

“I go out of town on fucking business and I still hear about his, his, his fucking around?!” Of course this wasn’t the first time that Jim Knox had heard this all-too familiar tirade. As the lead Secret Service bodyguard for the first lady the broad shouldered man had been privy to a fair share of first-family squabbling, mostly about President Boyle’s extra-curricular Presidential ‘duties’.

Tonight however “Big Jim” as his fellow agents referred to him, sensed President Kennsingtom Holton Boyle had trod well over the first lady’s usual tolerated acceptance.

“Come on Jimmy, have a drink with me. You get off duty in an hour.”

“No thank you ma’am. Really, agents can’t be drinking, even off duty. Thank you all the same.”

“Sweet Jesus Christ!” The lady threw back her blonde locks and drained her glass. Attempting to steady herself on her modest 2-inch heels, Mrs. Boyle turned to pour herself another drink but instead slid to the floor with glass in hand and began to cry.

Jim Knox made it across the room before the First Lady spilled anything on the expensive sitting room rug. ”Ma’am,” he said as the first lady leaned on him to stand. The Secret Service man gently deposited his charge to the low easy chair at the right side of the big oak desk (a desk Jim had heard had quite the history). In executing his simple duty the curly-haired agent felt his sense of protection rise for the beautiful, supremely understanding, obviously passionate wife of the President: Jennifer Boyle was a true ‘First Lady’.

How could the leader-of-the-free-world even think about cheating on this woman? Clearing his throat as the first-lady sat back in the chair the Secret Service man broke a cardinal rule of his post, by opining: ”Ma’am, right now, President Boyle is not worthy of your company, let alone your bed.”

Big blue eyes shining, the first lady looked up. ”Why Jimmy, I believe that’s true,” she said through a weak smile.

What happened next was hard for Jimmy to understand, even later on when he had more time to consider it; as he lean down to the tear-stained lady in that well-worn chair, Mrs. Jennifer Boyle, first-lady of the United States, lean up and kissed him. Locked in an open mouth kiss, tongues furious, Jim’s reason exited the well-appointed sitting room-as well as his brain-as the First-Lady reached for and undid his belt buckle.

“No, Mrs. Boyle, we can’t…” he said breaking the kiss. The first-lady’s soft hands were in his open pants, pulling his briefs down under his thick heavy sack, working his rising erection free.

“What a wonderful cock, Jimmy,” Mrs. Boyle said and, as Jim tried to pull back, the first-lady simply smiled…then leaned forward and pulled the handsome man’s now nearly full erection between her lips. The sudden warmth, this lady’s obvious voraciousness-and skill-the fact that he was fucking the First-Lady’s mouth made Jim Knox clench his little cheeks, feel that familiar pull in the center of his perfect abs and then…fount down Mrs. Jennifer Boyle’s throat!

“Mmm,” Jimmy heard the 55 year-old lady say as he felt the head of his cock grow cold. “I haven’t done that in such a long time.”

Attempting to regain his serious pose, looking down at his now drained dick and the smiling slightly flushed lady below him, Jim tried to put himself away and turned slightly…

“Not so fast, honey, you’re sworn to take care of me, aren’t you?”

“Ma’am, I…”

“Now Jimmy, don’t be like my asshole husband and leave me hanging.”

Just being compared to President Boyle was enough to make Jim’s anger boil up over again…and his balls twitter slightly with electricity. Smiling as he covered his wet head, he looked down at the first-lady’s luminescent light eyes, eyes that had graced magazine covers through-out the known world and agreed: ”Yes, I am sworn to do my duty ma’am.”

Although ten years his senior when Jennifer Boyle peeled off her dress she presented a taut tanned body. Ample, maybe even slightly large breasts faced Jim in a deep, slightly pushed-together cleavage of a satin blue bra; the first lady wore high-cut soft panties the same robin egg blue.

Sitting back and spreading her long taut legs, Jim knelt to the Presidential meal being offered, smiled as Jennifer did, then kissed first her inner upper left thigh, then her right. ”Oh, Jimmy,” the first lady moaned as he opened his mouth, leaned in and breathed over the tightly pulled material covering the her hot pussy.

“Jimmy,” Jennifer Boyle repeated as her secret service man pushed his tongue into the hammock that was her panty. Jimmy sat back just as she held her breath. Looking up at the panting woman, he pulled the left side of the First-Lady’s now soaked panties aside exposing the woman’s glistening cunt.

Lapping at her thick lips, Jimmy became infected with Mrs. Boyle’s hot sex smell and dove forward to lap long licks between her gloppy lips.

“Oh…oh…” the lady panted, pushed back and up in the leather squeaking chair as Jimmy slid the woman’s panties aside even more and found her little engorged clit with his nose.

“Your Secret Service detail is ever on the job…ma’am,” Jim said, leaning off the lady for one last look up the amazing expanse of her lean body, then dove head first into her wet and waiting pussy.