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2008-Mar-31 - Faces

Faces

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Alicia Night Orchid

Copyright 2006 Alicia Night Orchid All Rights Reserved 

Michael glimpsed her as he entered the elevator, before the crowd spun him around and forced him to stare at the closing doors. She was dressed demurely in a charcoal gray pinstripe suit, white blouse and low heels. He stood next to her, separated only by the width of the slender brief case she held in her hand. Her dark hair cascaded onto her shoulders and hid her profile, despite his best efforts to view her with his peripheral vision. When she exited on the 21^st floor, he strained for another peek at her features—the wide-set eyes, the high cheek bones, the full lips, the strong jaw line.

He was still puzzling over her when he reached his cubicle on the 32^nd floor. Did he know her from The Strand, where he ran every other morning? Maybe she lived on his street in Manhattan Beach or hung out at that bar he frequented, Hennessey’s? Could they have attended school together?

Throughout the day, he traded derivatives and took positions worth millions of dollars. Most of the time he liked his work. He was good at it, well paid. But some days it felt like any other job. Repetitive, boring.

Today, the minutes passed like eons, and into the long afternoon the woman’s face continued to haunt him.

When the market closed that afternoon, Marty and Ben wanted him to join them for a drink. But, by then, he had a plan. He declined their invitation and, instead, posted himself on the plaza outside his building. He had a good view of both the employee entrance and the Santa Monica Pier.

A large law firm—Wilkins and Sloan—occupied the entire 21^st floor where she worked. He guessed her to be a lawyer and not merely an administrative assistant because she carried a brief case. He suspected that he was out ahead of her—the law firms were notorious for working their young associates long hours. If he was patient enough, she would eventually come through those doors. If he could only see her again, surely it would be enough to jog his memory.

An hour passed, maybe more. He loosened his tie and pretended to read the Wall Street Journal. Five o’clock rolled around and the office buildings along Santa Monica Boulevard and Wilshire emptied into the streets. The women in their smart-looking business attire and heels clicked past. He was late twenties, tall and slender, good-looking in a dark, brooding way. Now and then, he drew a glance or a smile. Now and then, he allowed his eyes to follow the roll and shift of a tight derrière. Behind him, the sun sunk lower, bathing the city in sepia tones as it reflected off the sea.

It was nearly 6:30 when his patience was rewarded. She strode through the doors, looking as crisp and together as she had nearly twelve hours earlier. He held his ground, thinking that he needed only a good, long look at her face. Then, just as she approached, she reached into the purse slung over a shoulder and withdrew her sunglasses. She was wearing them as she strode in front of him, no more than an arm’s length away. It was enough to throw him off, enough to make her seem only vaguely familiar.

Yet, he was more certain than ever that he’d seen this woman before, and seen her in an intimate way. But how could that be? He’d made love to nine women in his life, starting with Jodie Miller in high school and ending most recently with Samantha Howard. He remembered each of them distinctly. The acts he’d performed with them were etched into his brain like photographs and video clips. There was no way he could have been with this woman and not remember the circumstances.

He watched until she was out of sight—the narrow waist, the firm bottom, the muscular calves. But it wasn’t her body that called to him. It was her face. Where had he seen that face?

* * *

Marissa lived in a restored mansion in Beverly Hills with a man named Umberto who was a screenwriter for one of the major studios. She’d met him at a cocktail party where associates and partners of the law firm she worked for mingled with clients. She’d been attracted to his dark skin, black Latin eyes and macho style from the outset. He wore a pencil-thin mustache above his lip, a large diamond earring in his left ear and listed several film credits to his name.

He was known as Umberto, only Umberto.

The sun was nearly setting by the time she pulled the sleek gray Jaguar into the circular drive and entered the foyer through the large double doors. She placed her heavy briefcase on the floor and thumbed through the pile of mail left by the postman earlier in the day. Bills, invitations to parties and charitable events, correspondence from Umberto’s many friends, rarely anything for her. She had a sister in Atlanta, but they’d lost touch. She had friends from college and law school, but she’d drifted away.

She left the mail on the large, mahogany table Umberto had purchased from a man in Spain and sauntered down the hall to their bedroom. The large four-poster bed, the cathedral ceiling, the sliding glass doors that opened onto their garden greeted her.

She slipped out of her dress, her bra and panties. She paused for a moment to consider her reflection in the mirror over their dresser. She was slender as a reed, her legs long and lean, her belly flat. Her breasts were small, the size and shape of mangoes, the nipples brown and proud. Umberto preferred his women natural, so she was trimmed, but unshaven. The patch of hair that began below her navel and covered her sex was black and shiny as onyx. She grasped a bed post and swayed back and forth. Over her shoulder she could see her ass, hard and inviting as an autumn apple.

Umberto liked to take her like this—standing up, hanging onto the bedpost, legs spread wide, ass thrust out.

She slipped into a bathrobe and went into the kitchen. She made herself a Martini and carried it onto the deck. From here, they had a clear view of the city as it stretched to the ocean. She sipped her drink and watched the sun set into the haze and the sea. She placed her cell phone on the table and waited for Umberto’s call.

Umberto, Umberto. Just the sound of his name excited her.

* * *

The house was small. No more than 1,500 square feet, it had been a bargain at only $1.5 million. Michael was close enough to the ocean that he could hear the waves crashing on the beach at night, smell the surf when he awakened, see the dark backs of the dolphins feeding in the waters between the Manhattan Beach pier and the Hermosa pier while he prepared dinner.

For openers, he made a tuna tartar, flavored with soy, ginger and cilantro, served on a delicate round of seedless watermelon and topped with micro-greens purchased at the Santa Monica Boulevard Farmer’s Market. Next, he reduced tomato water with a clove of garlic, bits of onion and Habanera pepper. He intended to serve it chilled, gazpacho style, with fresh corn and cucumber. He filleted a wild-caught salmon, seasoned it with salt and pepper, then poached it in white wine, clam juice and shallots. While the salmon cooled, he combined a bunch of fresh tarragon and virgin olive oil in the blender, then strained the oil through cheesecloth. He placed the salmon atop a bed of quinoa and drizzled it with the tarragon oil.

Pleased with his efforts, he opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio, poured himself a glass and carried it onto his patio. He swirled the wine in the glass, sniffed and tasted, while waiting for Samantha to arrive. The last of the sun dropped into the sea and the lights of the city began to come up.

Samantha was a beautiful woman. A California blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a beachfront figure. In fact, he’d met her on the beach, both of them making small talk while breathy and pouring sweat following a hard fought volleyball match. A few days later, they had their first date—dinner at a French Bistro in Hermosa.

Afterwards, as he drove them home, she busied herself, kissing his neck and ears, searching deep inside her jeans. She brought forth fingers, redolent with her scent, sticky with her syrup, and titillated him with tastes of herself. When they reached his house, she pushed him against a wall, pressed her denimed pelvis against his thigh and humped him until she came, her breath like an explosion in his ear. His turn came when he bent over the arm of his sofa, her ass thrust in the air, and fucked her until they both screamed.

Nearly six months spanned the distance between then and now. Yet not much had changed. They played volleyball on the weekends and a couple of times a week he made dinner for her at his place. Afterwards, they had sex. Good sex. Neither of them asked the other for nor expected exclusivity. Both of them avoided talk about where this, whatever this was, might be headed. He’d never met her friends, nor her his. He had no idea what she did when she wasn’t with him. She never asked him about his time away from her.

He supposed it was strange, but it was the routine they’d fallen into.

The doorbell rang. Michael stood, crossed the lushly carpeted floor and opened the door. Another evening with Sam was about to begin.

* * *

“Marissa.” His voice was thick and raspy. He was calling from London where he was consulting on a shoot. It was morning there. He was still in bed. She liked him in the morning. She liked waking up in his arms, his furry chest against her back, his hardness pressed into the furrow of her ass.

“Oh, Umberto. I miss you.” He’d been gone two weeks.

“I miss you, too.” A pause, a rustling of sheets. “You were incredible.”

She bit her lower lip, took a sip of the Martini. “Did you like that?”

“What’s not to like.”

He’d told her about a website, www.beautifulagony.com. On the site, men and women posted video clips of their faces while they pleasured themselves to orgasm. He’d asked her to do it for him, so he could see her in his absence. The clip had been posted two days earlier.

She returned the Martini to the table and reached inside her robe with her free hand. She cupped her left breast in her palm and milked it absentmindedly. “I want you,” she told him across the miles.

“I want you, too,” a sudden urgency in his voice. “I loved it that you came twice in your “agony.”

She rolled her nipple between a thumb and forefinger. “The first time was so quick. I was so excited, knowing you’d see me. I needed more.”

“What were you thinking?” he asked her.

She allowed her hand to trail down her belly and opened her legs. The sun was gone and the air had turned cooler. “I was thinking of that time on Maui. We’d just come in from the beach.”

“You were in that black one-piece suit that fits your body like a second skin.” It was more of a statement than a question. She heard a breathiness in his voice and knew that he held his cock in his hand.

“We’d just come in from the beach and were slippery with oil and sweat. I could see the droplets on your chest hair. You kissed me and pulled the suit down to my waist.”

“Yes,” he said. “You were fantasizing about that during your agony?”

She used two fingers to open her labia. She was already wet. She dipped one finger inside and drew moisture. She painted circles around her clit. “Yes,” she strained to keep her voice even. “I was thinking about how you hadn’t shaved and your beard was rough on my skin and I liked that. I didn’t think I would, but I did. And you were nipping at my nipples and squeezing my breasts and I didn’t think I’d like that either, but I did. I liked the pain mixed with the pleasure. And that was my first come. In my agony video.”

“Oh, Marissa,” She could tell he was aroused, knew he was hard now. She’d seen him stroke himself before. She delighted in watching him thrust out his chin while he stroked off for her. “What else did you think about?” he asked.

Her clit was swollen and she was having a hard time sitting still, her hips rocked involuntarily in the chair. She brought her hand to her mouth and lubricated her fingers with saliva. She placed a forefinger on one side of her clit and an index finger on the other and began to rub, just as she had done while making her agony video. “I thought about the rest of it. What we did that day in Maui,” she told him. “I thought about how after you mauled my breasts you peeled off my suit and went down on me.”

“I love how you smell, how you taste.”

“You said I tasted like the sea.”

“Yes,” he groaned.

“Oh, Umberto,” she sighed into the phone as the pace of her movements quickened. “I thought about how you tongue fucked me and sucked on my pussy lips, taking one and then the other into your mouth. I thought about how you sucked on my clit and fingered me until I screamed.”

“I love to suck your clit,” he was breathing harder and she could make out the slap of his hand against his hardness. “I love how you squirm on the bed when I eat you.”

“I’m squirming for you now,” she whispered. She inserted her fingers deep inside her cunt and ground the heel of her hand against her clit. “I thought about how you flipped me over and my ass was up in the air and my legs were falling off the bed and my face was buried in the covers. I thought about how you were so big and hard and how you pushed the head of your beautiful cock against my pussy.”

“I told you how bad I wanted to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Umberto,” she said. “Fuck me good, baby.” She fingered herself, in and out, imagining it was his cock filling her, wetting her.

“I’m fucking you so good, Marissa, so good.”

The squishy sounds of her finger play filled the night air. Those same sounds had been audible on her agony tape. “I remember how full you made me feel,” she breathed into the phone. “I was just coming and coming and we were slippery and drippy and all of that. Your balls, oh Umberto, your beautiful furry balls were slapping against my thighs.”

“And just as I was about to shoot inside you, I wet my finger with your juices and slipped it inside your ass. I’m so close, baby.”

She withdrew her fingers from inside and worked her clit again, intent on finishing with him. “Oh, yes, I loved that. I thought about that while I was masturbating for you in front of the camera. Your cock in my pussy and your finger in my ass. Your hot breath in my ear. Umberto, I’m almost there.”

“Oh…”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Marissa.”

And then she was coming on her fingers, imagining his semen bathing her insides, imagining his finger probing her tight brown orifice.

“Oh, Marissa. I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too, Umberto,” she whispered, her voice like the susurration of the wind on a woman’s skirt. “I love you, too.”

* * *

Samantha changed out of her business attire and into khaki shorts and a white polo shirt. Michael served the appetizers upstairs on his roof. While they ate, she told him about someone she knew who was moving to the Napa Valley to produce organic olive oil—she wondered if she could do that, live close to the earth and raise olive trees. It didn’t seem very likely. She paused to tell him that the tuna was incredible, melting on her tongue like an exotic jelly from the sea. She sipped wine and rested a foot in Michael’s lap. He massaged it—the heel, the metatarsals, the space between her red-painted toes—before moving on to the next course.

They finished the Pinot Grigio over the gazpacho. Michael noticed how the Habanera made her dewy under the eyes and around the nose. He was thinking that he’d drink every drop of her sweat for a month.

“God, this is good,” she said.

The wild-caught Alaskan salmon was rich and fat as butter, the tarragon oil balancing its sweetness with just the right touch of bitterness. They moved on to the Pinot Noir. When she drank, her face acquired the color of the salmon. He leaned over, kissed her and slid a hand along the inside of her thigh.

She stood and took his plate, pausing to lean over him, her breasts brushing his shoulders. “I love the way you smell,” she said into his hair. “Like food and wine. I love it.”

“Not like a stuffy office crammed with computers?” He couldn’t remember if he’d ever told her what he did for a living, or if she’d ever asked. He thought she sold clothing, but he couldn’t swear to it.

“Why don’t you put on some music? I’ll take care of this.”

While she cued up Sinatra, he did a quick rinse of the dishes. When he entered the living room, he found her reclining on the sofa, tan legs tucked beneath her. She’d lit candles. After a glass or two of wine, she always wanted candles.

He sat down next to her and kissed her again. His tongue swirled in her mouth, teased across her teeth and lips. It had been days since they’d last been together and the want in him was strong.

“Let me help you with that.” He pulled the shirt from her shorts and lifted it over her head.

She was braless and her breasts fell loose. He lowered his lips to first one nipple, then the other. A moan escaped her.

“I l want you in my mouth,” she whispered.

“God, yes.”

She turned and slid off the sofa onto her knees. She positioned herself between his legs, unzipped him and removed his stiff cock from his trousers. "I want you for dessert,” she told him.

Michael dug his fingers into the sofa. He whispered her name. Samantha’s soft blonde hair fell across his lap. She looked up at him, his cock between her pink lips, her eyes sweet and slutty at the same time. He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed the back of her neck. She took him in all the way, down the back of her throat. Then, as she retreated, her lips tightened around the shaft. She tugged at him with rhythmic swallowing motions, all the time her tongue flicking at the head.

Her left hand cupped his balls, captured them in her palm, then liberated them. Capture and release. Again and again. She held his cock in her right hand and drew it across her lips and cheeks, smearing her face with saliva and pre-cum. She licked the shaft like a lollipop, before enveloping him inside her warm mouth. She bobbed up and down, her hand working in concert with her lips and tongue.

Suddenly, her mouth left him, her hand stopped pumping. He looked down. Samantha’s eyes squeezed shut. She bit her lower lip, the muscles in her neck strained. He knew that look. She was coming. Her face betrayed the spasms in her pussy. She moaned and shuddered before exhaling sweetly and laying her cheek on his thigh. “I just soaked my panties,” she said with a giggle.

“I know,” he said and ran his fingers through her hair. His cock stood at attention, twitching with a life of its own.

She looked up and smiled before taking him into her mouth again. She flicked at that most sensitive spot on the underside of his head while pumping his shaft furiously. He felt the pressure begin at the base of his cock. He felt the semen rise like white hot lava. He groaned, lifted his hips and was there and there and there, spurting sweet and salty and sticky down her throat, across her cheeks, onto her chin. Her hand continued to work, milking every drop from him, until suddenly she paused, and gasped out another climax of her own. Again, he watched the sweet agony play out across the landscape of her face, watched the flush that rose from her breasts, watched the pressure mount, then release, release, release.

Afterwards she lapped at his belly, his balls, his cock, cleaning him up like a cat lapping milk from a bowl.

* * *

After saying goodbye to Umberto, she finished the Martini. She pocketed the cell phone and went back inside the large, empty house.

Seated at the desk in Umberto’s office she logged onto the computer She typed in the web address, www.beautifulagony.com. She was still featured on the front page. Miss 360 something. The expression on her face was one of total bliss. Her black hair fanned out across the white sheets of her bed, her eyes opened wide to the world. She looked almost surprised, startled by her orgasm. But there had been no surprise. She’d touched herself and thought of Umberto. She’d touched herself, wet and slippery for all the world to enjoy and she’d come, not once, but twice.

But it had all been for Umberto. Her sweet man, Umberto. In her world, there was only her and Umberto.

* * *

Samantha claimed she had an early morning. Michael didn’t ask what for. It seemed awkward to start asking now. He walked her to the door, kissed her lightly and said he’d be in touch. She said she’d see him at the beach for volleyball.

After she left, he finished cleaning up in the kitchen, then carried the last of the Pinot Noir into the bedroom. He logged into a site he’d discovered recently—www.beautifulagony.com. He searched the faces on the first screen. Mostly women, women that looked like the women you saw in the laundry room, the coffee shop, the bookstore. Normal women. Except for whatever reason, they’d agreed to masturbate in front of a camera, and then show themselves to the world. Three to five minute clips captured their faces in various stages of ecstasy. Their shoulders and arm muscles worked, their bosoms heaved, their invisible hips slid to and fro. Sometimes you could hear the squishy sounds of their fingers in their pussies, or the buzz of a vibrator.

But the way they used their fingers or their vibrators remained hidden from sight, left to the imagination. You saw their faces, only their faces.

Michael selected one that looked vaguely familiar. A dark-haired woman who he felt he should know, but couldn’t place. He’d watched her “agony” once before and liked the way the woman in it came twice in the clip. She was beautiful and serene. Except when she came. Then she was anything but serene. Then she was passionate and wanton. He watched her and touched his cock through his under shorts. After that first come, she relaxed a moment before touching herself anew. You could see the muscles in her arm, working, working.

Her eyes were closed and he could only guess what fantasy she played out behind those eyes that excited her so. What lover lay with her, kissed her, caressed her, entered her?

He reached inside the fly of his boxers and began to stroke himself. Even after his encounter with Samantha earlier in the evening, he was hard. He pumped as the woman in the “agony” video fingered. He matched her stroke for stroke. When her second orgasm arrived, he sprayed his belly with seed.

When he looked at the screen again, the woman’s eyes were open wide. She looked as if she’d been surprised by the intensity of it. As she regained her composure, her face muscles relaxed, leaving her smile frozen onscreen for an instant before she faded out.

He sat for a while in the soft glow of the monitor light and finished his wine, before going into the bathroom to clean up.

On his way to bed, he paused naked before his dining room window and looked out to the sea. Far in the distance, he could make out the lights of ships passing in the night. He watched them for long minutes, considering their exotic destinations, their mysterious missions. The men and women on those ships lived life on the edge, exposed to the mercy of nature and the cranky mechanics of their vessels. When he was still in graduate school, he’d imagined that his life as a derivatives trader would be exciting—all that money, all that risk.

But compared to those sailors, his life seemed suddenly dull and boring, his little house close and stifling, his relationship with Samantha pointless. He hadn’t expected to end up here. He wondered how it could have happened.

His breath fogged the window. He placed his fingertips on the glass. He stood there the rest of the night, watching the ships pass and fade into the darkness. At dawn, he didn’t bother to dress for work.

Copyright 2005 Alicia Night Orchid All Rights Reserved 

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2008-Mar-31 - Oksana & Alex at the spa

Oksana & Alex hooking up in a spa. She has an incredible body with nice long legs and the prettiest little tits. The action on this video is non-stop and it is long

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2008-Mar-31 - The Camping Trip

Far back in the woods, on a little known
fishing trail made
by wheel drive vehicles, a large campfire gleamed through the
thick pine forrest. Near the fire a small river roared,
sending
up tendril of mist which kept the surrounding forrest damp.
The
silence of the forrest was broken by a series of laughs,
giggles,
and catcalls. Sitting around the fire were eight girls
celebrating their impending graduation from high school.
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tents formed a neat circle around them. Two four wheel drive
vehicles gleamed in the firelight, completing the little camp
sight.

“I listen to spice girls when I get
high,” Eva, a long haired
blonde with a cute turned up nose, confessed with a giggle.
“Oh, gross,” Cindy, a pretty light
complected black girl said
as she accepted the bottle. She took a drink from the bottle
of
rum and passed it on to the next girl.

“I watch my dad’s xrated movies when he’s
at work,” Cindy
admitted. The seven girls around her cheered and clapped. “I
do
that too,” a second girl admitted, even though she wasn’t
holding
the bottle. “Well I also use my mother’s vibrator on myself
while I watch them.”
Sibble, a sweet brunette who was
obviously shy and feeling
completely lost, took a quick drink from the bottle and
grimaced.
“I once peaked through the bathroom
window and watched my
brother taking a shower,” she said, turning red with

embarassment.
“Well hell, we all do that,” Cindy
laughed, rolling into
Eva’s lap. Eva laughed, petting Cindy’s soft curly hair
absently
as her head rested in her lap.
May, a dishwater blonde with black roots,
took the bottle and
drank lustily.
“Ok,” she said after a gasp, “I’ve got
you all beat. I once
sniffed my mother’s vibrator right after she used it.”
“Uuuugh,” the girls said with looks of
disgust. May realized

that she had gone too far and raised a hand.
“Ok, I just made that up. I really don’t
have a confession
to make.” She was jeered and pushed with yells of “strip,
strip,
strip,” being chanted around the fire. She stood with a sly
smile and began removing her clothes, one enticing piece at a
time. With a flourish, she removed her panties last, twirled
them on her finger and let them fly into the darkness.
“I think May lied,” Doris, a short haired
blonde said, “she
has secrets but she wanted to strip first. Show off,” the
blonde

said, watching the now naked girl take a seat next to the
fire.
“You’ve got really nice tits,” Lacisha,
the second black girl
said, chewing a candy bar thoughtfully.
Diana, a black haired girl with an ivory
complexion and a
sprinkle of freckles, took the bottle and drank deeply.
After
considering for a moment she drank again and passed it on.
“I had a boyfriend who liked me to pee in
his face.”
“Hey, do you mean Marty?” Doris
asked.
“Yeah.”

“He wanted me to do that but I wouldn’t
do it. I told him to
get out of me house and he just laughed at me, so I had my
brother kick his ass. That scum sucking, piss eating nerd.”
“That is SO gross,” Lacisha said
drunkenly. “I always
wondered who fucked Marty up. He was black and blue for a month.

I’m going to bed,” she finally declared, trying to sit up.
“Ok, girls, does everybody have a
partner?” Sibble raised
her hand timidly then stuck it in her lap and looked around.

“Ok, girls,” Dede, the class president
and trip planner stood

and clapped her hands for attention, “Sibble doesn’t have a
partner, that means somebody else is without one too. Who is
it?”
“Me,” May said, now shivering without
clothes. “And whoever
I fucking get, I hope they are warm. I need heat.”
“Ok, May, you’ve got Sibble. Be gentle,
this is her first
overnighter.”
“If she tries to use anything that plugs
into the car run,”
Cindy laughed as Eva lifted her head from her lap and helped
her

to her feet.
Dede handed an envelope to Doris.
Everyone stood waiting
expectantly while Doris, with Lacisha hovering over he
shoulder,
opened the envelope and read it.
“Judges, we are the judges,” Doris
said.
“Ok, you and Lacisha are out of it this
time, I’ll give you
each your hundred bucks back,” Dede said, digging for their
money.
“Dede, I think we have to forfeit. Cindy
is too drunk to
have sex.”

“I’m never that drunk, girlfriend,” Cindy
said, trying to
straighten without falling into the fire.
“Your hundred bucks is already in the
pot, girls, use it or
lose it.”
“Hey, I’m sober enough, give me our
sheet.”
“Here it is,” Dede handed an unmarked
envelope to Eva. Eva
tore it open and read and turned the sheet from side to side,
trying to understand the diagram, then she screamed at Dede’s
retreating back. “Upside down? Cindy can’t even stand up,
how

can we 69 while we’re standing?”
“That’s your problem, sweetheart, you
drew a blank envelope
just like the rest of us.”
“Shit. Will somebody trade?” Eva asked
in desperation as she
watched Cindy swaying just outside the entrance to their
tent.
“Hey, Dede,” Sibble raised her hand. Her
and May were the
last two at the fire.
“What?”
“Ours calls for a ladder, but we don’t
have one.”

“There’s a three foot ladder in my
bronco,” Dede called then
dropped the flap behind her and Diane.

“Let’s start with Dede,” Lacisha
whispered to Doris. Doris
nodded and went to Dede’s tent. Dede and Diane were still
undressing. Dede handed their instructions to Lacisha, who
read
it and showed it to Doris. Doris giggled and handed it back.
Now naked, Dede knelt in the middle of
the tent, on her
sleeping bag, and motioned for Diane to lay in front of her.

Diane stripped off her panties, then slid her naked body
across
the sleeping bag until one foot rested on each side of Dede.
Dede reached down and grabbed Diane’s body around the waist,
lifting her shapely ass up to her face as she knelt above her.

Diane quickly pushed until her pussy was in just the right
position for eating, holding part of her weight on her hands.

Her legs draped over Dede’s shoulder and hung behind her
back.
“Ok, she’s up,” Lacisha said to Doris.
Start timing them.
Dede bent her face forward and began
eating Diane. Doris

clicked the top of the stopwatch and sat back to watch.
Moving her head from side to side, Dede
mouthed Diane’s pussy
for a moment then stuck her tongue down into Diane’s hairless
mound and swirled it around inside the upside down girl.
Diane
arched her back, then rested it on Dede’s shapely legs.
Resting
on her elbows, Diane could reach her tits and mash them as
Dede
ate her pussy. The object was to make each partner come as
fast
as possible, while maintaining a physically demanding position.

The mere fact that a girl was upside down tended to delay her

orgasm, as they all knew. It was simple chance that decided
which envelope they drew.
Diane was growing hot now, but her legs
were aching. She
reached up and grabbed Dede’s arms to help support herself.
The
fact that all the blood was rushing to her head, dulled the
fire
in her upturned pussy. Dede was making up for this
desensitivity
by eating harshly, where she would normally eat slowly and
thoughtfully.
Dede took Diane’s clit in her teeth and
bit down lightly,

then held the pressure of her teeth while she let the clit
slide
out. Diane squealed. The muscles in her back and legs
bulged,
as she fought against gravity and the painful pleasure in her
pussy. Dede strummed the clit with the tip of her tongue and
watched the inner thigh muscles jump in time with her tongue.

She watched Diane’s breathing to see how soon it would be
until
Diane came. They were both surprise when Diane suddenly
began
panting and clenched Dede’s legs in her hands, humping her
sex
against Dede’s mouth while she came.

Doris watched until Diane relaxed and
slipped out of Dede’s
grip. She pressed the top of the watch and held it up for
Lacisha to see.
“Five minutes, thirty seven seconds.”
“That’s just the first time, now we have
to time Dede.”
“Don’t worry, I’m fast,” Dede said
confidently as she lay on
the floor. With a groan, Diane rubbed her aching neck and
positioned herself between Dede’s legs.
“Don’t even try to cheat,” Lacisha
warned. “I’ll know the

difference.”
Dede nodded as Diane lifted her into
place. She immediately
placed her warm red lips over Dede’s wet pussy and began
licking
like a dog. Dede moaned and clenched her leg muscles. She
gripped Diane’s legs in her hands to help hold her weight.
The
liquid sound of Diane’s tongue in Dede’s pussy was as old as
life
itself. It resembled the sound a cat makes when it licks a
bowl
of milk clean, but a woman’s tongue can cause so much more
pleasure.

Dede was beautiful, tall, slender, and
had ample breasts.
Few people doubted that she would grow up to be a fashion model.

For now, she was content to be the class president and leader
of
the Overnighter Club. Only the women in the club, and those
approached for membership knew what the Overnighter Club
really
was. It was an outdoor club designed especially for lesbians,
to
conduct sexual encounters without being discovered. Many
girls
envied Dede and many wanted to be her personal friend. Diane
was
just her choice for the weekend, the next encounter would
include

a different girl. Dede was diplomatic.
“Oh shit, that looks good,” Lacisha moved
closer and watched
Diane’s lips working in Dede’s sweet red pussy. She moved
closer
to watch Diane, while Dede lay upside down on the floor and
stared up under Lacisha’s short skirt. Dede snaked a hand up
under Lacisha’s skirt and began rubbing the crotch of her
panties.
“That feels good, girl, but don’t think
it will sway my
judgement,” Lacisha said with her eyes closed.

“Sit,” Dede gasped. It was hard to talk
while upside down
and being eaten by an expert.
“Shit, I wish I could,” Lacisha
whispered, watching Diane’s
eager mouth sucking Dede’s mound.
“Go ahead,” Doris whispered, now as horny
as the rest of
them.
“Not until the contest is over,” Lacisha
said resolutely.
“You’re taking this contest much too
seriously,” Doris said.
“We’re here to have fun, aren’t we?”

“Sure, but not until the contest is over.
If Dede eat’s my
pussy it will make her hotter, and it will be like cheating.”
“You must be made of stone,” Doris
smiled.
“Right now I feel like I’m one big
pussy,” Lacisha said,
crossing her legs in agony, “that needs to be eaten.”
“I’ll take care of you when this is
over,” Doris promised.
Lacisha kissed her on the cheek and glanced at the watch.
“Relax, girls, the 537 time stands. You
went over.”
“Good, I can relax and enjoy it,” Dede
said gratefully. “Now

will you sit?”
“Yeah, I would love too,” Lacisha said,
stepping out of her
panties. She lowered her dark brown legs until her black
haired
pussy was touching Dede’s lips. Dede instantly began eating
the
slender black girl’s pussy. Lacisha moaned and grabbed her
own
tits through the material of her blouse, lifting her firm tits
in
her hands, and letting them slide out slowly. Lacisha
suddenly
dropped her hands and began twisting Dede’s nipples. Dede
twisted in Diane’s grip. Only the top of her busy head
showed

under Lacisha’s tight ass.
In a moment both girls were moaning. It
gradually increased
in volume until both Dede and Lacisha were screaming and
clenching their thighs around the face of the other girl. In
a
few more minutes everyone relaxed and Diane breathed a sigh
of
relief, rubbing her arms and shoulders as she smiled down at
the
red face of her lover.
“Relax girls and enjoy yourself,” Lacisha
said, pulling on
her panties. “We are off to tent two.”

They entered the second tent and found
May and Sibble
waiting. Both girls were naked, talking quietly until the
judges
entered. There was a three foot tall stepladder in the middle
of
the tent. May handed Doris their sheet. It showed a girl
with
her feet hooked into the steps of the ladder, leaning over
backwards and eating her partner, who stood behind her.
“Ouch,” Doris said, handing the paper to
Lacisha.
“Ow, that Dede is one mean bitch.”
“She get’s her ideas from a sexual
positions book,” Sibble

said. “I’ve seen it at her house. Most of it is leather and
dungeons. These are the tamer things in the book. It’s a
book
designed for a mistress who wants to torture her slave.”
“Well, are you slaves ready?” Doris
asked, holding up the
watch.
“What’s the time to beat?” May asked.
“Five minutes and 37 seconds,” Doris said
with a smile.
“I don’t think I can hold myself up for
five minutes, Sibble,
so you’d better come fast,” May said, seating herself on the

ladder.
“No problem, girl, I’ve got an idea,”
Sibble said, taking a
three inch wide brown cloth belt out of her bag.
“That’s your karate belt,” May said.
“Not right now. Now it’s a sling,”
Sibble said, putting the
belt around her shoulder and neck, then measuring it with her
eyes before she tied a knot in it. She let the loop hang.
As
May hooked her toes under the step of the ladder and leaned
back,
Sibble helped to slide her body into the sling made by her belt.

It was perfect. May could hang by the belt, supported mostly
by
Sibble, while her face slid between Sibble’s legs and stopped
in
just the right position. All Sibble had to do was take one
step
back and May was ready.
“Hey, that will work,” Lacisha said in
surprise. “Go for
it.”
May raised her head slightly and kissed
Sibble’s pussy. The
full lipped kiss nearly made Sibble’s knees melt. She
steadied

herself and leaned forward to put one hand on the ladder. It
was
hard to support May’s weight and concentrate on her orgasm,
but
they had been doing such things for years. Physical
condition
was part of the great thing about making love. Those in the
best
condition, made the best love. All eight girls were in
perfect
condition. The girls of the overnighter club were
practically
worshiped by the students in their school. They were
considered
the elite.
“Suck me good,” Sibble gasped, both from
exertion and

pleasure. Even with her knees shaking, the warm mouth
attached
to her soft mound was absolutely heavenly. May’s upturned
mouth
was creating fire in her loins. Waves of heat were generated
in
her pussy, then passed into her ass and up to her chest.
When
time clicked by and it began to look like May and Sibble
would
lose, May changed, pushing herself back until her tongue came
into contact with Sibble’s tight ass cheeks and the buttery soft
skin in between. She eagerly licked the crack of Sibble’s
ass,
then forced her tongue against the puckered ring. Sibble
gasped

and spread her legs slightly. After several minutes May
returned
to the juice dripping pussy and sucked and tongue the little
slit
eagerly. Fire seemed to explode between Sibble’s legs. She
panted and gasped, then tightened her ass and squealed as her
orgasm exploded in her loins. It seemed to go on forever,
then
she finally lifted May’s pretty blonde head and helped her
sit
up. May groaned and rubbed her legs. Doris and Lacisha
helped
her off the ladder so she could sit on the sleeping bags.
“How do you feel?” Lacisha asked in real
concern.

“That depends on our time.”
“Five minutes and 57 seconds,” Lacisha
said in regret. “If
you want to win, you have to change places.”
“I don’t think I can do it,” May
moaned.
“You have too,” Sibble said, taking a
seat on the ladder. “I
need that money for my prom dress.”
“Hell, I’ll lend you the money,” May
said, falling back on
the sleeping bags.
“You’ll let Dede win after what she’s
done to you?” Doris

asked incredulously.
“Hey, I heard that!” Dede said from the
tent next door.
“Sorry,” Doris said with a giggle.
“Come on May, I’ve got the hard job,”
Sibble said, handing
May the belt. May took it reluctantly and hung it around her
neck. She stood with a groan and moved over to the ladder.
“Atta girl,” Sibble said in triumph.
They all heard Dede
moan from next door. Sibble smiled and leaned back with her
arms
extended so May could guide her into the loop of the belt.

Sibble not only wanted to win, she wanted
to eat May. It was
the first time she had been paired with the short haired
blonde
and she wanted to eat her sweet pussy in the worst way. May
had
a short little turned up nose, beautiful eyes, and a mouth with
a
perpetual smile and dimples. She was probably the cutest girl
in
the school. There were several girls more beautiful, even in
their own club, but May pegged nearly at the top of the meter
in
cuteness, something like a puppy.
Sibble took one last look at that cute
little face looking

down at her before she slid between May’s athletic legs and
her
mouth touched May’s pussy. With eager lips she tasted the
girl,
then she slid her tongue inside and began licking furiously.
The
contest was forgotten, for the moment, Sibble just wanted to
make
May feel good.
Sibble reached around behind May and
mashed her ass cheeks in
her hands. She loved the feeling of the firm cheeks. As
Sibble
ate her eyes went to May’s little pink ring above her face.
On
inspiration, she slid her finger inside May’s pussy to wet
it,

then bought it around behind her back and placed the tip
against
May’s ass hole. May gasped, about to object until the finger
slid persistently up inside her ass. With a moan, she felt
the
fire begin inside her ass as the finger wiggled inside her.
The
fire built and joined that being generated in her pussy. She
was
afraid the fire in her ass would detract from the feeling in
her
pussy, but before she could express her concerns, she
realized
that she was coming.
“Oh shit, I’m coming,” May gasped in
surprise.

“Don’t hold back,” Lacisha said as she
knelt behind May and
watched Sibble eat. She had been paired with Sibble before
and
knew she was good.
“Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!” May gasped.
Her knees turned to
jelly as she came. She stumbled and fell to her knees,
dragging
Sibble and the ladder down with her. Sibble ignored the
ladder
and everything else. She continued to suck on May’s sweet
pussy
while the girl came. When it was over Sibble realized that
she
had pain over much of her body, including the back of her
left

heel, where the falling ladder had scraped her.
“Five ten,” Doris said triumphantly.
“You beat Dede and
Diane.”
“Shit,” Dede called from the tent next
door. “You still have
to beat Eva and Cindy,” Dede called with a laugh.
“No they don’t, Eva said from the tent
door. Cindy passed
out. Congratulation, girls, I wouldn’t have wanted your
challenge.”
Sibble clapped and laughed. “Now we can
have real fun,”

Sibble said enthusiastically. “Eva, do you want to join us,
since your partner is unconscious?”
“Oh could I,” she gasped in delight.
“Sure,” May said with a groan, “but
first, throw that damned
ladder out.”

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Stick It In My Ass

Chandra's got three fat ones today. She starts things off on her knees then with her holes dilating she asks her lovers to fill her with their hard meat. And what kind of guy would refuse to oblige this sexy chick? Damn, it doesn't only feel good, it actually looks damned tasty on film.

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2008-Mar-31 - Cute teen girls gets her pussy eaten and filled

This girl just wanted to get fucked and made it perfectly clear that that was all she was interested in. So we set her up with a stud who was ready to give her everything she wanted. He started off by fingering and then eating her fresh teen pussy and then she moved on to sucking his fat cock. Soon enough it was time to fuck and he hits that pussy in as many positions as he can think of and the whole time is is losing control because it feels so good. This girl is a screamer and when she fucks she fucks hard!

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2008-Mar-31 - Marina Mendoza - Playing In The Kitchen Topless

I was in the kitchen making a quick snack in between photo shoots last night. I was pretty hungry but I was also pretty horny. While I was waiting for the food to cook, I decided to continue what I had started out in front of the camera before my break. I pulled off my skirt and started to rub myself. As soon as my photographer saw what I was doing, he grabbed a video camera and shot these video clips.

Feeling the panties rub against my pussy made me so wet. I ended up taking off the rest of my clothes. I fondled my own boobs while my other hand took care of my pussy. I was alternating between rubbing my clit and fingering myself. I was interrupted by the beeping from the microwave, but didn't stop masturbating until I had a very intense and powerful orgasm right on the kitchen counter.

Download and enjoy the full-length video of me masturbating in the kitchen at my website Marina Mendoza.

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2008-Mar-31 - Anastasia is Back!!

It??™s been a while since we had the pleasure of looking at this little hottie. Previously we??™ve seen her getting busy with Dafney, getting some rock hard dick in her tight little oyster and a full load facial. This time she is as hot as ever. Check out her perky little apples with puffy nipples and watch her spread those gorgeous thighs showing us, once again, that sexy tight pussy.

Catch All of Anastasia Here!

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2008-Mar-31 - Sweet girl fucked while drunk

When Luda spends the night at her best friend's house to get over the breakup with her boyfriend she ends up not being able to sleep. So she goes into the kitchen to drink so vodka when in walks her best friend's dad comes along with a whole new way to get her move on. She drunkenly sucks and fucks this old geezer's cock until he blows his sticky load of cum all over her face.

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2008-Mar-31 - Boys First Facial

Simon had a plan. A plan to get his best friend Abbas to stop teasing him and actually have sex with them. Both the guys had been flirting for awhile but Abbas was very committed to playing hard to get and Simon was sure he wanted it too. So Simon asked an older friend who told him a little joke. The joke is 'How do most guys become gay? the answer is; They are sucked into it' and while it may not be that funny of a joke, it is true that sucking a 'straight' guys cock is the quickest way to get him to fool around with you, plus you get to eat his cum! Abbas falls for it and by the end of this video he is actually getting a full load of Simons right in the kisser!

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2008-Mar-31 - The Affair, Part 2,

Tags:  husband, wife, long-term love A long term love survives.

It has been exactly a year since my husband was away on a week long business trip.?  The week he was away, I entered into a torrid Internet affair with a man half my age.?  I did it to save my marriage that had been in a steady state of decline for a long while.? 

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On the day that my husband returned from his trip, I set out to seduce him,?  I had never done that before, always waiting for him to make the first move.?  My poor Gerald, I don’t think he knew what hit him, but I didn’t hear him complaining any.?  That weekend was one we will remember fondly for the rest of our lives.? 

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We spent the weekend in bed.?  We learned to touch each other, to communicate our needs without words, a glance, a slow, sweet smile, a sharp intake of breath, a touch of the hand, a murmur.?  It was a weekend of discovery for us and more like a honeymoon, than our first had been over 30 years ago.? 

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We made love, until we were exhausted, falling asleep in each other’s arms.?  If one woke before the other, there were soft caresses and gentle kisses to wake the other up.?  We learned the beauty of each other’s naked body, taking it all in with our eyes, hands and mouths.?  We never bothered to get dressed the entire weekend (except for Gerald to don a robe to answer the door to the pizza delivery person).?  We fed each other strawberries and whipped cream, and drank champagne and celebrated the renewal of our love.? 

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We were still in our robes when the two boys came bounding into the house from their sleep overs.?  At seven in the evening, our oldest, who is now 13, was disgusted that we were “ready for bed already!”?  His father and I exchanged a private smile as we dealt with the things that every family must on a Sunday evening.?  “Mom, can I watch Transformers?”. our youngest wanted to know, while the oldest wanted on the computer to play a game.? 

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I was trying to field questions, as I normally did, as Gerald had seemed to have lost the interest of the day to day raising of our children when our marriage and sex life slid into the sewer more than 10 years ago.

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“I don’t know boys, Mom and I have had a very quiet, relaxing weekend and we would like to end it that way.”, Gerald said to them as he put his arm around my waist and drew me close to his side.?  “Do either of you have any homework that needs to be finished, checked or signed, before school in the morning?”

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I looked at my husband, with amazement and love,?  Apparently, he had been paying more attention than I gave him credit for all those years.?  We ordered pizza (again) to the delight of our two young sons, and played a game of Scrabble, which the oldest boy won handily.?  Gerald and I weren’t paying much attention to the game.?  I was far more interested in the feel of his hand on my inner thigh and on my throbbing mound over my robe, to make any more than a one syllable word at a time, both on the game board and out of my mouth.?  Thankfully, neither of the boys seemed to notice.

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Soon it was time for the boys to shower and get ready for bed, and a new nightly ritual began.?  Our youngest still liked to be tucked in and I went to do that.?  When I went in to our eldest son’s room, to kiss him goodnight, there was Gerald, sitting on the edge of the bed, having a heart to heart talk with our boy.?  I knocked on the door, not wanting to interrupt, and Gerald smiled at me and asked, “Trade kids?”

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We went into our room, and I locked the door behind me.?  Gerald wiggled his eyebrows at me and I giggled like the schoolgirl I felt.?  “If you think, my Darling husband, that I am going to let us fall back into our old patterns, you are sadly mistaken.?  I love you and it wasn’t till I felt you slipping from my life and my heart that I realized just how much. The lock is on the bedroom door to give us the privacy we need.?  I want us to work on keeping our newly stoked fire burning.”

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Gerald came to me and undid the belt of my robe and slipped it off my shoulders.?  I shuddered with desire as he looked at me and reached out and touched my breasts.?  “Come to bed, Darling”, he whispered to me, and I followed willingly.?  He lay me down and continued his arousal of my body.?  Hands, lips, teeth and tongue were all used to drive me to the brink of desire.?  He reached under the pillow and brought out the vibrator that I had purchased on Friday from the sex shop in Seattle, before he got home from his business trip.?  I blushed, and stammered, almost as embarrassed now as the day I purchased it.

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“Oh honey, don’t be embarrassed now.?  You bought this for a reason and I don’t think it was for solo play, so let’s see what this thing can do.”?  Sitting at my hip, he reached between my legs and gently spread my outer lips apart.?  With a dollop of lubrication, the kind that warms on contact with the skin, on the tip of the vibrator, he flipped the switch on low and ran the tip of the vibrator up and down the folds of my pussy.?  The pleasant buzzing feeling was very erotic, and I started to become very excited and flushed.?  I arched my back, “Oh god, Gerald!”, and with that he hit the switch and set it on high and nestled it right up on my clit.?  I gasped, and then he moved it away, but continued to move it around my lips and down into the entrance of my canal.?  He watched my face intently for my reaction as he slid it farther and farther into my moist channel.?  He thrust it in and out gently, as I started to writhe on the bed, and moaned with the beginning of an orgasm.?  I brought my knees up and spread my legs in wanton desire as he moved the toy in and around my clit and the moist folds of my pussy.?  He kept up his movements until I had that now familiar rush of warm cum flow between my legs.? 

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I reached down between my legs and stilled his hand, and took the vibrator from him.?  My mound was still buzzing, and it was a strangely, wonderful sensation.?  I pushed him back on the bed, and sat between his legs.?  I slowly ran the vibrator over his now almost erect cock and twitching balls.?  He too moaned in excited pleasure.?  I continued my foray with the vibrator until he was throbbing hard.?  I scooted my backside farther down on the bed, and leaned over his cock, and took it in my warm mouth, sucking and licking harder and faster, until I heard him moan, “Oh god, Kim, Don’t stop now. Please!”?  I felt his hands in my hair, as he thrust his hips upward, and in doing so I was able to take his member deep into my throat.?  I could feel the spasms of his orgasm start as his balls tightened in my hand.?  I felt the first warm shot of his nectar, and then another fast after that.?  The third and fourth followed quickly and I lifted my head ever so slightly so I could swallow the gift he had just given me.?  I could feel his body start to relax, as I licked him clean and gently kissed the tip of his cock.?  I crawled back up the bed and lay beside him, with my head on his chest , as I listened to his heartbeat return to normal and his breathing go from gasping, panting breaths to slow and even again.?  “My god, Kim, where in hell did you learn to do THAT?”

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I thought it was about time I confessed my “sin” of the week that he was away.?  I was worried that he might be angry, but as I told him my story of the torrid Internet affair with a boy half my age, and the porn site I had visited and why I did what I did, he said he wasn’t angry, in fact, he smiled at me, “Porn, huh??  I never pictured you watching porn Darling!”

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“Honey, I was desperate, and not in the way you might think.?  I had to learn to do what my young Internet lover described to me in his email.?  I needed to know Sweetheart, what men find pleasurable.?  I needed to do it for US.?  You are the man I love with all my heart, and the only one I want in my bed, pleasing me, but I was afraid that we were going to lose everything.?  I was willing to risk your anger to bring you back to me.”

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As we cuddled and talked, I asked him what he was saying to our oldest son.?  A lazy smile came across his face,? ”I told both boys that things were going to be? much? different around here from now on.?  That you and I would be going out on dates, and that they shouldn’t be surprised if they saw us kissing and hugging more than we used to.?  I also told them that when our? bedroom door is closed and locked, that is a private time between Mom and Dad, and they could only disturb us for one of two reasons, the house is on fire or one of them is seriously hurt or ill.?  I was surprised to hear both boys ask if we were going to get a divorce.?  I? assured? them that we were? NOT getting divorced.”

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“Oh Gerald, we came so close to losing it all.?  Can you ever forgive me Darling?”,? I asked with tears of joy and relief running down my face.

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Gerald kissed away my tears gently, smiling at me through eyes that were bright with his own unshed tears.?  “Only if you can forgive me Sweetheart.”, he said as he nestled himself between my legs and made love to me, long and slow and sweet, until we were both sated.?  He lay on top of me for a long time after as we both savored the post climactic closeness.?  I have always loved having? him stay in me for as long as possible afterward, until he finally slips out of me and we curl up together like spoons in a drawer.

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“I love you Gerald.”?  I tell my husband as? I feel him nestle as close to me as he can get.? 

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“I love you too, Kim.”, he tells me as his one hand cups my breast.

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I could not help but offer a silent prayer of thanks for my loving husband, as I drifted off to sleep? 

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2008-Mar-31 - Sexy brunette teen rubs her pussy and caught on hidden cam

Here is the cool thing about this video; he and I looked over hundreds of hours of videos before we found this unbelievable capture of a girl trying on clothes. She must have really liked them too because she rubs one out while she is in the dressing room! That's right she is all over her pussy and here is the funny part, by turning away from the curtain so she wouldn't be caught, she ends up facing our camera!!! Its great footage of a hot teen playing with her pussy and she just Didn't Know!

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2008-Mar-31 - Father O??™Reilly??™s True Confessions: Part Two

My name is Father Francis O’Reilly and everything you are about to read is absolutely true, as told to me by parishioners in my flock!!! The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the “communal forgiveness” that is bestowed each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hands folded and head bowed, and confessing to a Priest before God!!! I personally find it amusing when I read in the liberal press that the sexual revolution is dead, because it has been my experience that that not only is it alive and well, it is proliferating and growing exponentially in the very heartland of America!!! So, dear reader, with out further or do, these are my stories!!!!

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Kit’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned in the eyes of the Lord!!! When was your last confession, my son!?! It was over two years ago, Father, but I’m ashamed to say that since then I have fallen from grace in the most debaucherous of ways, I’m not even sure that you can help me!!! God only requires that you ask for his forgiveness, your simple request will open up his kingdom to you, so why don’t you begin!!! Well, Father, about a year ago I lost my job and with it my self respect!!! I was too proud to call and ask my parents for the help they would have been happy to give me, and now every night when I go to bed, I rue my decision more and more!!! After my savings was depleted on the necessities of life, I found that the only way to make the money I needed to survive was to sell my body!!! I have been endowed with a much larger than average penis, and I immediately found that a large penis is the currency of trade in the gay community!!!

In the gay bars men would pay money just to feel my erection, and a lot more to put it in their mouths!!! It became common for me to sit at a table in the back of a bar with my erection out, letting anyone who passed by feel or suck it!!! On may occasions in the bars I frequented all of the men had their penises out all of the time, and I must admit it was exhilarating to be among men with large full erections and being able to touch and suck them when ever I wanted to!!! Many nights I would stand at the bar drinking beer and pressing my hard penis against another man’s erection, until both of us would finally ejaculate all over each other to the cheers of those around us!!! Older men from the suburbs would come into the bars and we young guys with the big erections would have anal intercourse with these men in the rest room and then we’d make them suck us until we ejaculated all over their faces and take all of their money!!! I finally realized the error of my ways when I found myself walking around my apartment with my penis out and erect when no one else was there to see it!!! I beg of you to help me, Father!!!

My son, knowing you were wrong is over half of the battle, now say one hundred Hail Marys and go in peace!!! Thank you, Father, Hail Mary full of grace……………..

Bobbi’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!!! How may I help you, my child!?! Oh, Father, I don’t know where to begin, it’s been so long since my last confession!!! Why don’t you take a deep breath and start at the beginning, and take your time, we’re alone here, so begin whenever you’re ready!!! I-it stared about a month ago, Father, at a friend’s house, and it was so innocent!!! My friend had just recently had a baby girl and I just dropped in to help with her housework, because she was so worn out from taking care of the baby!!! Anyway, she was nursing the baby as I worked, and naturally we talked about how things were going for her, and after she put the baby down for her nap, she began complaining about how her breasts were so full of milk that they had become very painful!!! She was trying to get her breast pump working, but the hose had a crack in it, so to make a long story short, I ended up on the sofa sucking the milk from her breasts just to ease her swelling!!! It didn’t take long for both of us to become aroused from the breast play,

and as I continued suckling her, she slid her hand into her panties and began masturbating wantonly!!! It was very embarrassing, but what stunned and frightened me was when she began caressing my breasts with her other hand, and pretty soon my own vagina was as hot as hers was!!!

My friends breasts were always large, but when they were filled with milk they were absolutely enormous, so when she struggled to her feet and stripped of all of her clothing, she looked so erotic with her breasts hanging down low and full that I just automatically reached under my skirt and began doing my own clitoris!!! She stood there in front of me with her hands on her hips and her legs apart, with her crotch thrust forward in the most lewd way you could possibly imagine!!! He vagina had been shaved for the birth of the baby, so her lips were bare but very full with her clitoris sticking out between the folds of her labia!!! While I was furiously fingering my own vagina, she moved a little closer to me, and in a soft voice pleaded with me to orally satisfy her!!! I was so far gone by then that I offered no resistance when she took me by the hair and drew my mouth to her sex!!! She was sopping wet, and within a matter of minutes my tongue had brought her to at least two blinding orgasms that almost made her pass out, while my own climax slammed into my vagina just as her first one commenced!!!

Well, my child, that was quite the story, but I feel that fifty Hail Marys and regular attendance at Sunday Mass should be sufficient to reconcile your sins with the All Mighty, go in peace and sin no more!!! Thank you, Father, I will try!!!

Judy’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, my last confession was three weeks ago!!! My, my, have we fallen from grace so soon, please, confess your sins, my dear!!! I-I have committed adultery, Father, for the first time in my life I have broken my wedding vows!!! My husband is a good provider and a wonderful man who doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment, but it was as if it was someone else doing these foul deeds and not me, but alas, I know that it was!!! It all began a week ago when I was downtown shopping for some summer clothing for the kids!!! I stopped in a coffee chop to get a soft drink, and I was just minding my own business, when a very handsome young black man sat down at the counter next to me and ordered a coffee to go!!! I hadn’t really given him much of look, but he nodded at me and smiled a very dazzling smile that momentarily flustered me!!! I went back to my soda while he waited for his coffee, and it just turned out that when I left the cafe, he was right behind me!!! Out on the street I turned and started walking north, and incredibly he moved along side of me and matched me stride for stride and introduced himself!!! I was nervous but flattered all at the same time, but when he offered to drive me to the train, for some unknown reason, I smiled and got in his car!!!

Father, I never ever have done something so reckless let alone dangerous, but when he pulled his car off the main street into a deserted alley and calmly exposed himself to me, I don’t know why I didn’t scream, but instead I just went down on him, and it was heaven!!! I think every white woman fantasizes about making love to a black man, and this one was just so handsome and perfect that I just couldn’t resist him!!! After filling my mouth with semen, he gently reached under my dress pulling off my panties, pausing for a second or two to give me a quick fingering!!! I leaned against his shoulder whimpering like a baby, but it wasn’t long before he picked me up like a rag doll and sat me down over his lap and onto his hard penis!!! I’m glad the alley was deserted because as each inch of this thickness pierced me I groaned louder and louder until I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs when I bottomed out on his gigantic organ!!!

It was incredibly addictive, so for the next twenty minutes I rode myself to a multitude of brutally animalistic orgasms, the next even more intense than the one preceding it!!! When I was but a limp dishrag slumped over his against his chest, he opened up my dress and sucked my nipples like he was a little baby!!! I didn’t think I could cum again, but his insistent suckling finally roused my clitoris one more time, and out of nowhere my vagina was wracked by another two or three hard climaxes while my vagina convulsed over and over again!!! I met him twice more, but I want to save my marriage, Father, so please grant me absolution for my sins!!!

The sixth commandment, Thou shalt not commit adultery!, recite it twenty times and do Fifty Hail Marys, and good luck my child, let God walk with you!!!

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From The Horny Hair Lair

He fucked her with all the furiousness of a man who hadn't fucked in four very long weeks! She screamed and shouted as he turned her out in a fuck session that left their walls shaking! And after he was through fucking her, she took his love juice-coated cock into her mouth and sucked it until she was drenched in creamy jizz!

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2008-Mar-30 - Movie Gallery From Girls With T

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2008-Mar-30 - Movie Gallery From Black Fuckers

A horny slut like Janet doesn’t have to ask to be fucked twice. In fact this bitch didn’t even have to ask once, all she did was sit down and spread her legs and the guy knew what was about to go down … his tongue on her clit and then his cock deep into her pussy. There’s no nastier little fucker than Janet so no one will ever turn this babe down.

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2008-Mar-30 - Movie Gallery From Inter Ass

She never knew sex could be like this! She'd had sex with ordinary men in the past, but she's never known anyone who could plow her backfield and fill her with so many pleasurable sensations that she saw stars! It was the greatest fuck of her life and she couldn't even manage words to describe how she was feeling!

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2008-Mar-30 - Teen babe gets a candle in her pussy

Anna is one of those teen girls that are open to just about anything sexually. So her boyfriend decided to fuck her with a candle, a ladle and of course his cock. She has really nice tits and a meaty kind of pussy that just begs to be licked! Check this hottie out NOW!

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