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The art of foreplay
Posted:Dec 9, 2015 7:38 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2021 2:56 pm
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As a young man, foreplay was pulling out my cock and saying, "suck me hard baby..." Decades later foreplay is all about getting her rocks off before my dick peeks outside my underwear.

I like to start with the kiss. A passionate kiss really sets the tone. It sets the mind right for what is yet to come. Follow up on the neck while undressing her as I go lower on her body. I used to think I was a tit man, but really I love every part of a woman. That being said, I love a woman with sensitive breasts. But one has to be careful to treat her breasts right to maximize her pleasure. I have found that most women do not like to have their breasts handled too roughly, preferring to have them carefully caressed and massaged with gently sucking of her nipples with no biting. Sucking too hard and it can cause shooting pains. One lady just wanted me to roll her nipples between my lips and tongue, without sucking. Another liked them sucked as hard and long as I wanted, but no biting. Another lady insisted I bite her nipples while sucking them, and I don't mean little nips. She screamed at me to bite them harder! harder! to the point that I was worried I would draw blood. Since my goal was to maximize her pleasure, I did as instructed. I was not totally comfortable with it, but she insisted and she ended up cumming from the pain.

As challenging as it was to find the right formula to suck breasts, there is probably an even wider range of preferred methods to eat pussy. I cannot stress enough the need to listen to verbal and nonverbal clues from my lady. I love a lady that knows what works for her and makes it very clear what I need to do. One lady only wanted the lightest touch of my tongue stroking her clit. If I got a bit too strong, she would caution me to lick "softer, softer". Not surprisingly, my tit masochist above wanted me to suck her pussy hard and chew on her clit. I obliged and she would buck and heave like a maniac until she came again. When I was done, her pussy was swollen and puffy and even more sensitive. Then she was ready to fuck, mostly with her on top, but she also liked to take it hard with me doubling her legs up over her head while I would thrust with all my weight into her pussy. With it being so swollen, it was extremely tight and she was a dynamic fuck.

My "go to " girl for the past 8 years wanted something in the middle. Licking and sucking her clit with medium pressure at varying speeds. The harder she would buck and breath, the rougher I would work her clit. She was hard to get off by just oral, but I knew the longer I ate her, the easier it would be to get her off with a small vibrator. She loved her massive tits sucked while I worked the little bullet into her clit and I would have to suck hard just to hang on to her tit while she came. You would have thought she was possessed, the way her body spasmed when she came. I took it as a personal challenge to keep latched to her nipple all the way through her orgasm, often leaving teeth marks when all was finished, but she was too far gone to even notice.

She never failed to cum in each of the 300 or so fuck sessions we had. After she would cum, she would always suck me to a maximum hardness. Probably half the times we fucked, I would fuck her ass first for a few minutes but would stop before I came. I then would take a break and clean my cock very well and finish in her tight pussy. Because she already came, she would do anything I would ask of her. We had a great run.

Often, I would fold her legs up and latch on to her huge breasts with my hands while pumping her and a few times she would end up with some bruises, but she never complained. She was only my second lover to take it up the ass, but she really enjoyed it.

Another lady I enjoyed numerous sessions with enjoyed sucking me off and she was the only woman to get me off using only her mouth. Most women will stroke with their hands while sucking or will stroke my cock with their hand while taking frequent breaks, but one special lady would just suck and suck until I would cum in her mouth and I never saw a drop of cum as she would suck my dick dry and swallow without spilling a drop. It would take a lot longer that way, but I think she took pride in sucking me off without, "cheating". Bravo, baby girl. We would take a break or have some dinner, but would always have another session so she could get fucked.

The moral of this story is the world is full of wonderful lovers if you just take the time to listen to what they want and make sure they get their's first. I love all of yall!
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The original blindfold challenge
Posted:Nov 13, 2011 10:09 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2021 7:38 am
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Well, I finally did it (officially). I had one special friend that did this before, but it was after we had already hooked up a few times. There is a difference...

I reserved two rooms, right across from each other, and set up her room with Sade playing, white wine chilled, some sex toys set by the bed. The blindfold was laying on the coffee table waiting for her.

I texted her the room number and told her to text me when she got to the hotel. When she did, I unlocked the room and left it ajar so she could go in and look around and get comfortable. When I followed her in about 10 minutes later, she was sitting on the bed with her blindfold, drinking the wine, her bra and panties and shirt still on. I walked in, dropped my pants and walked over and crawled on the bed behind her and started kissing her neck and massaging her shoulders and neck. I rolled my arms over her shoulders and stroked her breasts and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. She softly moaned as she kept sipping her wine.

I worked on her lower back a bit, but her clothes restricted my access a bit so she lifted off her shirt as I unsnapped her bra. I took her wine and she stood up as I pulled down her panties. She lay on her stomach while I continued the massage. As I rubbed her upper thighs and ass, she spread her legs. For the moment I avoided her wetness. I rolled her over and kissed and sucked her nipples and ran my hand between her legs which was soft and smooth. I lowered myself between her legs and began flicking her clit lightly. She began breathing heavily and started bucking in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue. I varied the strokes making it harder, side to side and sucking her clit hard. Each change was met with harder breathing and louder moans. After a long while, I moved up her body and used the vibrator on her while sucking her nipples. She was kissing my shoulder so I moved up and kissed her on the lips. She was a great kisser, all the while still stroking her shaved wet pussy.

I stopped, stood up again, and put on a condom, as well as a vibrating cock ring. I had not told her about the cock ring. I opened her legs and rubbed my head up and down getting it wet and rubbing her clit before entering her. She gave a gasp as I entered her fully, pressing the cock ring into her clit. She mumbled some words and bucked wildly as I dropped my weight into her pussy. She was a wild ride and I enjoyed her animation while fucking. As I moved her legs around she would thrust into my cock to keep it pumping. If I slowed she would clench her pussy and grab me as to say, "don't stop", without saying anything, other than moaning and mumbling profanities.

I could make out "harder, fuck me harder" even as I was pounding her ever harder. As we continued in this wild frenzy, I could feel myself cumming hard. I was glad the cock ring at least sealed the condom and kept it in place as I filled up the condom. I slowed but kept stroking and pressed the cock ring hard into her clit. She grabbed my ass to keep me pressed hard into her and she clenched her teeth. I kept this up for a few more minutes until I had to stop. I pulled out, discarded the condom and put on my shirt and pants and left the room to my other room.

After a couple of minutes, I received a text, "You coming back?".

I said yes, in a few minutes. I showered again and rested. My cock was still hard and I just relaxed with a drink for a few moments. I returned and she was on the bed waiting, still with her blindfold on. I spread her legs, ate her again, then pulled her up and bent her over the bed. With a new condom on, I worked my cock into her now swollen cunt and grabbed the sides of her ass as I drove my cock into her again. At this point, I wasn't sure who was fucking whom. She was throwing her ass back into me as I was ramming into her. Each stroke caused a loud "smack" as our bodies slammed into each other. Damn this girl loved a hard fuck. I was almost in a dream as I wondered how much harder we could keep slamming into each other. Since I had just cum, I wasn't going to cum easily again, so I just enjoyed the ride and varied the rhythm, but always returning to see if we could fuck harder than the last time. It was great fun. She struggled with the bedsheets, trying to give her better leverage to throw her ass back into me, harder and harder.

Totally spent, I stopped, put on my pants and shirt and left the room. I texted her saying all the toys and such I left in her room were hers for the taking. She answered back, "you cumming back?".

I responded, "LOL, you have taken all I have darling". I laid on the bed resting for 15 minutes or so. I then texted her (thinking she had left), "I almost texted you, if I came back, all I could do was let her suck my cock". She quickly responded, "I will", followed by,"you cumming back?"

I told her that I wanted this night to be all about her, not me and since it was already so good, I thought it was the right time to stop. It was a magical night and she was a great sport for agreeing to do all this having never met me. It was a night neither she or I will ever forget...
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Jazzy
Posted:Jun 23, 2021 6:11 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2021 5:10 pm
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I started talking a lady on here about ago. She was a force of nature. Six feet tall and very creative. She was a big lovely confident strong woman. Although she didn't care for white guys, I think she thought I was clever enough at least carry on a conversation and provide her with a mental challenge.

It took a long time, and eventually agreed to meet one evening. I booked a hotel near her and waited for her to show. After she was a couple hours late, her sister called me and told me Jazzy's blood pressure had shot through the roof and she had to be hospitalized. While I was not convinced if the story was true, I asked her sister to come to the hotel and pick up the gifts I had brought for her sister. She came by and I unloaded the trunk of my car into hers and she drive off.

Jazzy wrote me a couple of days later, apologizing to me and thanking me for the gifts. She agreed to meet me again and we became great friends and lovers. She said her Mother would be irate with her for seeing a white man. Eventually I talked her into several "firsts". I talked her into swallowing one time, agreeing to buy her a if she would and not spill a drop. She did a great job and soon she had a that I named "Bella Jasmine", or "BJ" for short.

Another time I talked her into taking it in the ass. When we finally did it, she actually liked it. We were supposed to get matching tatoos, but we never got around to it.

Another time, while we were fucking, she squirted with me inside her. A first for me. While we were cuddling after, she told me that she told her Mother that not only was she seeing a white man, but that he was the best lover she ever had. I am not sure she was telling the truth or just trying to irritate her Mom, but, either way, it made me smile.

When I moved away, she sent her sons to take about half the furniture in my house. They were good young men and they both knew about me. I was happy to let her have the stuff.

Why bring this up? I haven't heard from Jazzy in several years now. Her profile on here has not been active for a very long time. She has not answered emails and her cell number is no longer active. I always worried about her health. She did have severe blood pressure issues. I pray she is okay, sipping some white wine somewhere, being serviced regularly by a good man and a good woman who make her smile. And, hopefully, she will read this and smile.
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Passion
Posted:Apr 25, 2011 6:50 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2021 5:28 pm
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I get to the room, expecting to see her in a leather bustier with a riding crop in her hands. This time, she says, SHE is in control. SHE is running the show. I love to experiment so I raise no qualms. I had shown up early to prep the room. The arsenal of vibrating gadgetry has been laid out like a surgeon's tray. The table pulled close to the bed to provide easy access while playing. This time I do not know if I will be using them or if they will be used on me.

I get to the room which is mostly dark. Silly girl, she still has her clothes on (no, not the leather). I crawl on her as I push up the dress, exposing her very long, very erect nipples. I take them in my mouth and roll the nipple with my tongue against my lips, then suck on them while she feels my body on top of hers, moving gently back and forth as if we were already fucking. I fill my mouth with her breast and suck harder now, listening for sounds of pain in case it is too much. I hear small whimpers which I detect as just slight pain, the good kind.

I slide down her body, kissing as I go until I reach the moistness between her legs. It is smoother than my freshly shaven face. I run my tongue the length of her opening, diving in deep where I am allowed and focus on her clit. I give it the light flicking treatment for several minutes, only occasionally changing up and running my tongue her full length. I suck her clit in my mouth and run my tongue around it as I had her nipples. "Harder, baby, suck it hard" she murmured. That's it, right there, that's it..."

I keep working on it, alternatively soft and hard, from flicking to almost chewing (almost). Always constant attention to her clit, as she keeps rolling and bucking against my face and tongue. I reach up and move her own hand away from her nipple and I begin to massage her breast while I continue. I pause and slide back up to her breasts and take the nipple clamps from her that she was holding and place each end on her nipple after I have sucked it to it's fullness. She moans with each clamp. This was clearly more than the pleasure pain she had felt earlier, but she should be "gone" far enough to withstand more pain now. I clamp the second nipple, hearing another, "UNNN", louder than the first. The connecting chain hangs between them now as I return between her legs and continue the stroke of her clit. My hand remains on the chain and now I tug it just a bit with each stroke.

I stop to rest just for a moment before continuing to service her when she quickly moves between my legs and takes my erection in her mouth. I had not expected this but I register no complaints. He mouth is so wet and soft and she knows just what to do. She concentrates on the sensitivity right under the head, licking, gently sucking, but constant attention. I just lay back with my eyes rolled back in my head, "That's a good girl. Suck that cock, baby girl." I normally stop her after a brief period, but I don't detect that I am approaching the point of no return, so I let her work it for a while. She knows the pleasure she is bringing to me, as I had brought it to her. "That's enough, baby girl. That was perfect."

I stand to affix the condom. She rolls to her back and raises her legs awaiting me. She is so wet, she slides her finger insider herself and licks it off. I replace her finger with the head of my cock. Her tightness is offset by the moisture so I slide in easily. She meets every thrust with her own. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back as if to brace herself for the next pounding. I pause and lean into her as deep as I can go. She feels my girth moving insider her, wall to wall. I know she likes to take it from behind so I stop and tell her to turn over and get on her knees. I stand behind her, at the edge of the bed. Her legs slide to the floor and I tell her to lower her head into the mattress to get just the right angle. As she does, my cock enters her as I grab each side of her ass as I stroke her. Hard at first, slamming her ass back into abdomen then slower, shallower. She is more audible now as she clearly prefers this. It is almost a battle as she struggles to force her ass back on my cock and as I lean into her ass to keep my leverage so I can continue to punish her pussy.

I pull out and force her on the bed and on her back, where I just slam into her with my cock. Our bodies collide, harder with each stroke. "Do you love this white cock." "Oh yes, baby, I love that white cock, I love it, I ..." and her voice trails off with each stroke. As I feel the rush of cum through my cock, I force myself even deeper inside as if to invite her to feel the mass surging through me. I slow each stroke, not wanting it to end.

She lays there, her eyes closed as if still feeling each thrust as we beside each other. I get the vibrating bullet from the table and massage her clit. It is a slow vibration at first, then a mid level and finally on high as her tolerance grows. She reaches down between my legs and grabs my shaft and starts pulling on it, as if demanding it once again. I sheath my erection in another condom and enter her again. There is no need for foreplay as we have spent the better part of the last couple of hours in full blown warfare. I press my hands down on her inner thighs as I raise my self above her, only to release myself and slam down into her pussy from a vertical angle, being sure the upper length of my shaft collides with her clit, until I feel a gush of warm wetness run down my balls and leg and onto the bed. The heat from her fluids feel good as they run down my legs and I relax into the last few slow strokes. My body is drenched from the passion induced sweat, as wet as the bed from her juices. We collapse to collect our breath. Spent. Another very good night...
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A Conversation with Sade...
Posted:Jul 26, 2010 2:11 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2010 6:50 am
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Me: What the hell happenned?

Sade: Don't look at me sport. I did my job. I didn't drop the ball here. I am Sade, white boy.

Me: I'm not blaming you. In fact, you weren't even involved. I am just trying to get the woman's perspective here.

Sade: There is your problem right there. There is no "woman's perspective". As far as you are concerned, there is only "her perspective".

Me: Well enlighten me then, Ms. Thang?

Sade: Look white bread, shut down the fucking attitude and listen. Look who you are dealing with. This is a proud black woman that has always looked at you white boys as the "enemy". Now you come along and flip all her sensibilities upside down and part of her actually is digging you. But did you think 30 years of feelings and memories just vanished at that point? Hell no. There has been a struggle going on inside her from the jump. One misstep and you lose, mother fucker!

Me: Tell me something I don't know. But I still have to be me, you know. I have my own life, my own baggage and sometimes life gets in the way. We are both adults. There has to be some give and take on both sides. You know we have been amusing each other for two years now with our anecdotes and quips. We were friends of some sort before we were lovers. Friends should understand.

Sade: Friends would, but you didn't leave it at that. You wanted to get some. That changed things.

Me: I always wanted to get some. Getting some didn't change me. Other than I wanted more. I became more fully invested emotionally, personally. It may have started about sex, but it quickly evolved beyond that. I cared.

Sade: Well, she cares too. You just don't "fit" into her world.

Me: What's to fit? I love her, she loves me. Our circumstances dictate the best we can do is see each other about two or three times a month. I have suggested to her that she should continue to look for "the one", a better long term solution than me. A better "fit" if you will. I think I have been pretty accomodating.

Sade: You are getting on my last nerve, whitey. Listen to yourself. You love her, she loves you and you are encouraging her to find new dick? Talk about mixed signals. Look, I gotta get my beauty sleep. We will have to continue this shit later. You know, for such a smart guy, you are pretty fucking stupid. Lata paleface...
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OMG!
Posted:Jul 22, 2010 6:44 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2010 7:08 am
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Well, this was it. Time for that new experience. We had been "dancing" for a couple of years. Chatting, flirting, goofing around, but never meeting. At times months would go by without a connection, but we never forgot each other. We both knew our lives were enriched by sharing a bit of ourselves with each other, even if it went no further. Although from different worlds, we shared wit and wisdom, a couple of things not always found in two potential partners.

Tonight was the night these two worlds would collide. We had previously had only one brief meeting, shared one fleeting kiss in a 5 minute interlude. The kiss was good, albeit too short. She looked good in black. She knew she looked good as well. She carried herself just as I expected, with confidence. What would I expect? But this was different. No time limit, no rush. We would meet at a nice hotel. I had been in the room for a few minutes preparing. All the toys and "props" placed nearby to not spoil the mood. Wine chilled; can't find music on the limited TV channels. Fuck it, we will make our own music!

I am more excited than nervous. We both have had this night 100 times in our thoughts and dreams. Still, this was different. This was flesh on flesh. Touch. Lick. Suck. This was going to be real.

I hear the knock at the door. I opened the door, standing only in my dress shirt, nothing else. Shirt tails were long so she didn't know I was nude other than the shirt. She sits on the bed, Indian style. I am surprised she seems a bit nervous. I guess it is because we are from different worlds. Either that or she sees my cock peeking out from under the shirt tail when I lay beside her. LOL. Very pretty lady. Enough of the small talk. I have to touch. Running my hands in her ample cleavage. Quickly, her blouse is off followed quickly by the bra, panties, everything. She lays back on the bed. We kiss a bit. I slide down to her long hard nipples. I didn't expect this treat. Very long and very hard. If there wasn't a sweet smell eminating from between her legs, I would have stayed here longer, but I have to follow that smell. I slide down to her pussy which is practically dripping at this point. Yes! "Dinner time" for Daddy!

I lap the length of her pussy a few times so not to spill a drop. I few deep probes to suck as much of the sweet nectar out of her follows. Then it is serious time. I focus on the clit. I work and work on her button with my tongue. I wrap my arms around both her legs so I can pull her pussy apart to better expose her clit (and to allow me to come up for air while I am working. LOL ). When I think she is close to cumming, I reach for the little vibrator and aim for her clit, directly. It doesn't take long, she is ready. Her spasms come in less than a minute, but I keep working the vibrator until she is done, then I go back in and suck out all the juice I can find.

That went well, hopefully this will work just as well. She remains on her back with her eyes closed. I stand up and reach for the condom. In a minute the condom is on and we are ready for action. I position myself on my knees between her legs and slowly part her pussy lips with the head of my cock. Oh yes, this feels right. She is nice and snug on my cock and wet enough so no lube will be necessary here. A few strokes and it is like we were made for this. It just can't be any better than this. I throw her legs over my shoulders so I can leverage my weight into her tight, wet pussy. She is so flexible, her legs don't tire. I can twist her in any way I want and she is receptive. Very simply we were made to be doing this with each other.

After a while, with the sweat flying off of me with each down stroke, I feel the load traveling the length of my shaft and erupting in the condom. I don't want to stop, it feels so good, but I know I have to stop. I pull out, remove the condom, and get a towel to mop up my sweat. The body temp is high and hard to cool down. She remains on her back and I can't resist. I dive back in that shaved pussy and suck on her lips just a bit more. We lay together for a while. It is late. We started late. We are spent. For two people used to communicating, no talk is necessary. We had done it. Wow. It really happenned. Not only that, but it was damn good. It was RIGHT. Like we knew what the other wanted. It was just meant to be.

It still is....
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Once upon a time...
Posted:Jun 22, 2010 5:18 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2021 5:53 pm
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Once upon a time there was a princess. She ruled a land called Acadianus, which most geography buffs know lies to the east of Texas and is the only foreign country whose borders lie entirely within the continental United States. Princess Lami (pronounced LAY-mee), Amazonian in stature, was a beloved and feared leader of her people. Beloved for her strength and beauty and feared for her limitless power and control.

She was not born to the position of princess, but had ascended to the lofty position for her ability to control the utilization of a rare commodity necessary to sustain life in Acadianus called "labiaureola". As long as labiaureola was kept in her sole possession, she would never be want of worshippers. Both male and female of her species desired her labiaureola and she parsed it out as she saw fit. At times sparingly and at others more generously based upon her mood and time of the month.

Most of her worshippers lived in a neighboring village called Machisballs. These people were an often warring tribe but were transformed into a mindless docil hord by the mere thought of labiaureola. These magnificent warriors were literally brought to their knees when allowed to taste the princess' labiaureola and were willing to perform any task the princess required, except (for the most part) open their wallets.

Worshippers would come to attend the Princess as often as she allowed, but she would grow weary of their presence and banish them to the outlying properties that surrounded her kingdom, such as Galveston and Houston.

Then one day a neighboring tribe member found himself in Acadianus and requested an audience with Princess Lami. She suffered his attention only as an amusement. He was an odd looking creature. His pigment being green as opposed to the lovely blue of her people. He would dance about and make her laugh at his outlandish tales of debauchery in his neighboring land. Such debauchery was not unknown in Acadianus, but was certainly not practiced by the Princess. Sure, some of the lesser of her species would submit themselves to such things, but the Princess, with her labiaureola, never had to stoop to such indignities. "Let THEM eat ass" she would say when queried about such activities, "for I am beloved and would never have to exert such energy."

Still, she would listen and laugh and grew tolerant, if not fond, of this odd stranger. He would return to his land upon occasion and she would notice, more and more, that she actually missed him and found herself longing for his return. Sure enough her powers had indeed intrigued the emerald visitor and he could not stay away for long. He had desires that one day, whether out of pity or curiosity, the Princess would favor him with a taste of her labiaureola. While she was curious, she was very cautious. This is a stranger from a foreign land. Who knows what germs he carries? He may even be one of THOSE people that secrete that vile substance, spericum, which her tribe (quite erroneously, I might add) believed was deadly and quite poisonous, especially when ingested. These vile creatures were known to deposit this fluid on the tongues of unsuspecting victims while their attentions were diverted. OH, the horror!

The parade of the cowering Machisballs continue, each more emasculated than the last, willing to do anything for a small taste of her labiaureola. A few are allowed, many are expelled. Even another of those "green" men had the audacity to present himself to the Princess and request her favor. She took one look, laughed, and turned away. He skulked away in shame...

"Bring me no more of these unworthy creatures!, she bellowed. "I refer not to only the green foreigners, but the Machisballs are not to be seen again. It's always the same thing. They come and beg at my feet, get a taste, and scurry away happily. Have they no imagination? Why is it that only I am worthy of my own nectar? Why, if I had the proper equipment, only I would be allowed to sample my labiaureola!" So it was several months that none were allowed to taste.

Princess Lami began tasting her labiaureola more and more as time passes. She too has become obsessed with its narcotic affect. At times when she required more than she could produce she took to outside stimulation, even to the extent of watching Machisball on Machisball porn! She was clearly out of control. The only one who could return her to sanity was her silly little green friend. Instead of dismissing his humorous tales, she began listening, REALLY listening to his tales. The affect of these tales were that of an aphrodisiac, ever bit as stimulating as the beloved porn with which she had become accustomed to watch. The labiaureola flowed freely now, in almost unlimited quantities. She often feared that her attendants would detect the odor of the labiaureola on her person.

He spoke of forbidden trists whereby those of his world and of hers actually mixed their flow in a swirling manner and produced another amazing libation. The combination of the blue and green produced "blue green" (always this author's favorite crayon). She became "flushed" from hearing his stories. Was it getting warm in the room? He even spoke of the physical connection of green bodies and blue, not in the customary manner, but with the blue citizen's body reversed, facing away from the Greener (as they had were known). Was this possible? Surely not! It would never fit in there! "It can and will, my Princess", says her green suitor. Before she can run away or call for her guards, she is reversed and connected to him as he said. "Oh shit, that hurts! But....but....but in a good way", she stammers. He reverses her once again and continues in the customary fashion, although rarely seen between the two species. "Mutha fucka!",she wales. "How can this be? And what the hell is vibrating against the inner walls of my labiaureola vessel?"

"My lady," says the Greener, "it is merely a vibrating orb ring designed for your pleasure. If your previous suitors had some imagination and were willing to open their wallets a bit, they too could have pleasured you in this manner..." His entertainment did not stop there. Once again she is twisted in such a manner that her oral cavity comes dangerously close to his connecting instrument, and before she can protest, she succors it, and again she feels the special connection. Even the fear of the poison secretion has, temporarily, been suspended. "Oh my", she says, "it is a bit thicker than I expected coming from a Greener", that species not known for having large connectors.

Later, as they both lay together, spent, she has time to reflect. What just happened? Why am I smiling so much? This wasn't meant to be. And yet, she cannot wait for it to happen again. Could it be that after all her predispositions, all which she considered taboo, was actually pleasant? No, no, not pleasant. Much more than that. Actually desired! She squeals in delight, but then quiets herself for fear of being heard by her loyal subjects. They wouldn't understand. They may even shun her and some may not worship her. No, THIS, she will not share. The cost would be too great, the result, too painful.

But as long as she wishes, the strange little man of a differing hue, will continue, not to serve and worship her, but to share in their mutual connecting activities that when shared and performed equally, brings such tremendous joy. Furthermore, she realizes that to bring such pleasure to her green friend serves only to increase her own pleasure, far above that which she felt when she only had to lay there and be worshipped.
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Game planning at 50, Part I
Posted:Jun 16, 2010 7:27 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2018 6:32 pm
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Then:
We were clever. Our parents had no clue. Not like today when have to post their exploits on facebook for all the adult world to see. It was right after the all-star game (we won, remember Ray Woodard, the A&M running back that went from an unstoppable bowling ball to Jabba the Hutt and ate himself out of a future in the NFL?). We had gotten 4 rooms. The parents thought two rooms for the 4 girls and two for the 4 guys. If our told us this today, we couldn't stop laughing. Of course, each couple got a room. Even after the game, the adrenaline rush was so high, no fatigue had set in. We wasted no time and went straight to the room. Foreplay was unlocking the door and the clothes hit the floor. Two minutes later, round one was over.

Rounds two, three and four followed in rapid succession. Amazing how a 19 year old male mind works when resting beside that 19 year old female naked body for a whole night for the first time. No cops knocking on the fogged up windows. No listening for the parents to get back home. Having just played in the elite all-star game you can imagine the feeling. To borrow a phrase, "King Kong....ain't got nothing....on me!"

Round five takes a bit longer. It's about two in the morning and adrenaline is long gone, but Superman is still flying. God bless her, she is getting sore, but she is a gamer. Not one complaint. I collapse with shear exhaustion. I can't cum. Fuck! That probably should be the end, but dammit, I roll over, grab her breast, and wood returns. Round five is in the books.

Round six (the first attempt) goes on and on and on. Muscle fatigue sets in. My leg cramps and I jump outta the saddle and stand straight up. Round six is aborted. That just pisses me off...

I can't sleep. Now I am as angry as my other (sore) head. She senses this lying next to me and soothes my raw cock with her warm soft mouth. Damn, life still exists. I stand her up and hit it from behind, fearing another cramp. I have new life and less muscle fatigue. Round six finally has it's happy ending.

The skin on my cock is an inflamed red. I didn't check, but I am sure it is glowing under the covers. I can't touch it without pain, like a penis sized paper cut. It is throbbing, and not in a good way. We roll over and my hand avoids her breasts for fear of another blood surge.

The last couple of hours of the night pass uneventfully before the sun hits the room. We lay together and talk about our night. 8 attempts with 6 completions. I turn to her and suggest we will never have another chance for a 7th "nut". Not missing a beat, she sucks me hard (not a difficult task). Despite the (still) soreness on both of our parts, the 7th nut comes mercifully quick without incident. Volume is significantly down from round one, but that is okay. Seven is in official. It hurts to walk as the jeans fit too tightly to the crotch. She can barely walk as well, as we hold onto each other as we amble down to meet our other satisfied party members. No one discusses the night, but we know. Well, at least they think they know. They are only about half right...
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