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Blue dong pics

Administrator — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 16:37:31 +0000

Thursday evening on his way home after working late Don decided to stop in at the Blue Boar for a pint. He turned into the parking lot and began searching for an open space in the small crowded lot; he found one at the far end of the aisle. As he walked into the pub he saw why the parking lot was so full; there were no empty tables in the main room and there were no empty sits at the bar. Don walked to the bar and caught Rita's eye; as she came over to take his order a couple came out of the back room. Don glanced in and saw that the small table in the back corner was unoccupied. "I'll have a pint of Double Diamond Rita," he said, "can you bring to the back table?" "Sure, Don, it'll be just a few minutes," she replied. Don sat at the two person table and gazed out at the packed bar. As Rita served him his ale Don noticed the most beautiful head of coppery red hair he'd ever seen. He stared at the back of the woman's head until she turned around. She was very pretty in her late twenties or early thirties Don guessed. She noticed him or perhaps the empty seat and came over to his table; she stood about 5' 8" tall and weighed around 130 pounds, very nicely built. She was wearing a U necked top that revealed just the right amount of cleavage, her skirt ended just above the knee and her legs were slim and attractive.

Kissing and touching

Administrator — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 16:55:10 +0000

Jan opens her mouth just slightly, allowing his tongue to touch hers. he made it
in her mouth, sliding his tongue in and around her tongue. While kissing her,
Brad took Jan’s arms, putting them over her head, slowly letting his hands slide
down her arms, making their way to her shoulders, to her tits. Where he
squeezed them firmly, this was turning Jan on. Then Brad lowered his mouth to
her nipples, feeling them crinkle as his tongue touched them. sucking as much
of her wanting titties, as he could, Jan then took her hands down and started
to feel his hair, running her fingers through his hair, pulling it gently, he
sucks them harder, one to the other he went. Nibbling on them, made Jan get
wet. Brad goes up to her neck, biting her vein, she returns them same to him.
She knows if he did it he must like it too. after a few minutes or so Jan
reaches down and gives Brad’s ass a firm squeeze, pressing him close to her hot
body.

Sensuality

Administrator — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 15:19:15 +0000

Before the fateful Black Tuesday, when his life fell apart, he
had be able to perform a delightful massage on Sandy’s feet and
hands. The sensuality was so high for him that he about lost it
several times. And once, while having lunch in his car in the
rain he had massaged her back and gotten up the nerve to kiss the
nape of her neck. But no kisses in this strange relationship.
Sandy had allowed platonic hugs a three times, but her guilt made
them both uncomfortable. If he had not been made of sterner
stuff… well, that brings us to today.

Their relationship essentially ended on Black Tuesday, a day to
be forgotten, but to them will forever live. True after a few
weeks they had gotten up the nerve to have a platonic lunch and
once enjoyed a brief outing to the Wonder Bread Outlet store.
You say, “What?!” But the significance was not the location, but
the fact that they were alone together. That was like the first
unaided step to a paraplegic. This time they decided they could
handle a real lunch together.

Thirteen Dildo

Administrator — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 11:00:01 +0000

By now I was really pumping my dick and I was about to cum and
the girl told me to cum over to the bed and when I cum shoot all
over her tits and as I was pumping harder over her and she was really
sliding the toy we were both about ready to leave the planet.
I said,I am cumming and she gave me a better view of her tits and
I shot a giant load of cum all over her. She rubbed it into her tits
and rubbed some over her lips to taste this and she rubbed some over
the toy and continued to play and I was getting dressed she smiled
at me and said,”Isn’t that the best demo you have ever had”.
I smiled and said,”DAMM RIGHT, THE BEST……
I left the store with only the blond and the thirteen dildo on
my mind.

Sex Shop Dildo Demo

Administrator — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:24:41 +0000

…..she took the biggest thickest dildo off the wall she could find
it must have been 13 inches it reminded of a movie I had seen
earlier with John Holmes. She took me by the hand and told me
to follow her. She lead me to the front door where she turned
the sign around and locked the door, then we proceeded to the rear of
the store.
We went into a room with a dim light and a bed in the center and a
chair in the corner. She ordered me to sit it the corner.
The girl went to the center of the room and layed on the bed.
This girl was 5′6″,35-23-35,she weighed about 118 lbs and she was
a total fox.She was wearing a white shear blouse with no bra so I had
a perfect picture of her nice tits and she had the biggest nipples.
She also wore a blue skirt with a nice opening on the side that
showed her perfect thighs.
I was totally hot by now looking at this beautiful creature laying
on the bed with the giant tool in hand.
She told me to remove my clothes and she would do the same she
wanted to watch me jack-off as she played with her hot box.
Moments passed……………………..

Southern Peach

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 16:07:39 +0000

The day was hot and humid like any others in the South, where
the air was so infested with odors and sweat you actually had to
swim through it. And clothes, heck, it was minimal while it clung
to you like a wet towel. It was 101 degrees with a humidity of 100
per cent, or at least, that was what it felt like. I was being
boiled right on my seat in this supposedly air conditioned
hamburger joint that was called, “Art’s Burgers”–the sign was
vandalized and now said, “Art’s Bugers.”
I had been invited by my friend Chris to visit his folks and
see the South, which he promised would be “a whole boot’n fun.” So
far, all there had been was a soak-fest, a slimy burger that I
thought moved, and supreme boredom.
I asked myself, “Why am I here?”
I answered, “Waiting for Chris.”
“Okay, but why did decided to come to Georgia in the first
place?”
“Because Chris asked.”
“Okay, but why is Chris late?”
“I don’t know, maybe he got hit by a Confederate soldier and
got mowed down. Just shut up and enjoy your burger.”
So I shut up and tried my best to enjoy the greasy burger.
When I say greasy, I mean, oil was dripping out of the burger.
Better yet, the grease looked like 10W/40 after 3000 miles.
Finally disgusted with the foul taste, I spate out the single bite
I took out of the most disgusting food that I had ever attempted to
eat. Instead, I quaffed down the flat Coke. Here I was in a
little itty-bitty town called Sunrise(or something like that) in
the middle of nowhere, past trying to finish Art’s Buger, and horny
as hell. The latter was noted with distinction. I think it was
the heat.
I looked out. Chris was not there yet. For that matter,
there was nobody outside…just a two dogs biting each others’
heads off and making a racket. So I examined the insides of the
modest resort called “Art’s Bugers.” It was red. I mean, CHERRY
RED; it was decked out in the fifties motif, with the jukebox and
the checkered floor. If it got any more sickening cliche, I was
probably living in a cartoon. And judging by the good taste of the
populace, I was the only customer at 1:13PM. Precisely.
There was Art, a frail looking chef with grey stubble and a
unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. There was
the was sweet looking Mrs. Art Bugers, who had so kindly served me
earlier the black plague, and there was J’Belle, their daughter.
And she was looking mighty fine to me at that moment, hungry as I
was.
She was at most eighteen and her short body was a bountiful
harvest. As a southern adage usually interjected at any
conversation regarding the weaker sex, made up instantly by such a
southern gentleman with that funny drawl, “I’d reckon she’s shapely
lahhhhhk a gip cow on moonshine.” Whatever it meant, I wanted to
say that she was contoured like the Alps from head to toe; her
sunny hair was tied behind in a tail; she wore a sunny smile that
said everything in the world and her blue eyes, or as the accent
goes, “aaahhhs,” were adorable. I wanted to eat her for breakfast,
lunch, dinner, and then some. Finally, I made up my mind.
I beckoned J’Belle over and asked for some more Coke. As she
was reaching for my glass, I pulled her close and said. “Dear, I’m
absolutely in love with you, you gorgeous little thing. How about
a kiss?” I then patted her rump with a teasing pinch. She blushed
bright red, frozen for the moment, standing there not sure of what
to say or do. I was sure every sane guy passing this young minx
passed off a pass like the one I made to this absolutely yummy dim
sum, but I was sure never by a woman. I sat there smiling my most
sincere smile, licking my lips in anticipation.
Now, I’m no dyke. But I do enjoy the company of little girls
and genteel women. As well, I’ve always wanted to say something
like that in front of a total stranger. And like I said, I was
hornier than a toad in spring. (Whatever that means.) The heat
does that to you.
J’Belle closed her eyes and turned her back with my cup and
headed for the counter. She told her mother my order and headed
for the Women’s Bathroom(or the Water Closet as they say in
England). I smiled. All the better! I followed her into the
Women’s.
As I entered the dirty little back-room, complete with the
smell of Lysol and crust on the ceiling, J’Belle was leaning on the
single white sink in the room. She jumped when she saw me enter.
Her eyes widened. But she remained silent. I walked slowly up to
her so as not to scare her off and put my hands around her
enviously slim waist. Drawing her close, I smelled the fries she
was making, but that scarcely discouraged my game. I had to pull
her up slightly, but I did manage to seal our lips with a soft,
tender kiss. Her first resistance melted away and was replaced a
curious anticipation. I was lost in J’Bell’s pair of lush, full
lips. They were so juicy and tasty. I could have kissed her for
hours! I wanted to eat her whole, starting with those strawberry
lips. But I had other plans in mind.
J’Belle was lost in her own dream world as I said to her,
“J’Belle dear, why don’t you take a seat in this nice stall over
here.”
She nodded dumbly and sat. I closed the stall door. Though
it was a tight fit, I could still manoeuvre around. “Now, J’Belle.
I want you to close your eyes and relax. That’s right, dear.”
My hands flew over her body and ruffled through her frilly
uniform, feeling her soft curves. She was no Plainsman, rather,
more a Rockies person. Her cute floral underwear was what I was
after. I stripped it off carefully and was rewarded with a muffled
gasp that she quickly silence with a swallow. In a couple minutes,
I had her hiccupping with pleasure.
I would like to believe that we both left the bathroom wiser
and more content. Actually, more like she became a bit more wiser
and I, a bit more content. But it amounted to the same thing, did
it not?
I went back to my table and lit a cigarette, and puffed away
like a whore after trick. Wait. That is the other way around, but
you get the idea. J’Belle came by and placed the Coke gently in
front of me. She had a Cheshire grin and her bright eyes twinkled
merrily. J’Belle even gave me a shy wink before she went back to
frying her french fries. I snuffed out my cigarette and enjoyed
the euphoria of the significance of life, of meeting new people and
sharing with them what little I possessed. It is a really good
feeling to know that you may have done some good for another
person, and frankly, I had a blast.
I looked back outside as a light blue Chevy truck pulled up.
Chris the Priss was here. He came in with a courteous nod to the
owners of Art’s Bugers and hurried over to me with an apologetic
face. “Sorry, Cel. But I ran into an old friend getting here. I
mean, ran into him. He wasn’t too happy but he’ll live.” he said
smiling weakly.
“No problem, Chris. C’mon. Let’s go see your big plantation
house!” I replied excitedly.
Going out the door, I heard J’Belle call out, “Now y’all come
back soon, Miss.”
I turned and waved to her in the affirmative and returned her
a coy wink.
Art’s Bugers may taste like shit, but Art’s daughter was the
sweetest southern peach I’ve ever tasted. I turned to Chris and
said, “I don’t know about their burgers.”
He chuckled as we got into his truck.
“…but I would definitely come back for a wedge of their
scrumptious Georgian Peach Pie.”