As a narcassistic and very unfriendly bastard, I'm tired of cumshot vids where there's a crowd of college guys all laughing and cheering each other on while the girl in the middle laughs, and blows cum bubbles. Sure, part of me is jealous but a good cumshot scene requires so many elements to be just right. The scene should come from the angle of victimization, betrayal, shame, and if not true terror, at least a sense of hopeless apathy. The man's face should not be seen, for he is not just one man but a living metaphor for all men who have put women to their knees through out the ages. The set, lighting, camera work, story line, music, post editing, and of course the choice of victim need to be gently balanced to achieve the epitome of man's greatest desire, to explode endless falls of semen into the face of an innocent girl! Slack-jawed, hair tangled, clothes ripped, our whore hangs her head slightly to one side in unbearable shame, eyes closed, quietly excepting her fate. Zoom out, fade to black.
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Only ever popped off premature once. Never had a wet dream, which I kinda regret. Never came in my pants.
I had a friend who did though, while we were watching an old Swedish Erotica clip at a bachelor party back in the day. Back then you still needed a screen and a projector. Pat had never had a real girlfriend, had never gotten a handful, not sure he’d even kissed a girl. The movie was on and we were all shouting at it like we knew what we were talking about. Sticks in my mind that it was an old Seka loop (this was the early 80s) and she was about to get it in the ass. Just as the heavily-mustachioed ‘hero’, parted the posterior of his equally hairy companion, you heard Pat say, “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Fuck!” and off he rushed. We teased him unmercifully, although we were no doubt hard as stone as well.
It started out as an easy day. Kansas in the summer. Hot in the morning. Hottest in the afternoon. Hot all night. I finished mowing the lawn and was walking down the to gas station for a ‘pop’. There were girls and young women laying out on a couple of lawns taking advantage of the morning sun. To a youngster like me, it was like viewing heaven and I was hard all the way to the pop machine and back. But you’d better believe I took the same route home.
The swimming pool opened at 1 and I spent the day at the pool. More swimsuits and sun-tanned flesh. Bikinis. One pieces. Lifeguards. Our regular lifeguard was a beauty named Julie and she had this light pink bikini that I could describe to you still. It was almost transparent enough for you to believe that it was. To this day though, I’m sure I could describe her patch to you, so maybe it was more transparent than I remember. Fuck. Hard off and on all afternoon and all the way home on my bicycle.
Home in time for dinner. No time to jerk off. Talk about a build-up. Looking back at it now, if I knew then what I know now, I would have assumed that if I came at that moment, I’d be completely dehydrated.
That evening I had to work at the concession stand at the local ball diamond. Softball double-header. There were usually of couple younger people, like me, and a couple of older people. That evening one of the teachers from the local elementary school was on. Mrs. Barker. We used to sit up in my buddy’s old treehouse and watch her sunbathe on her deck, which she thought was invisible to the rest of the world, so she sunbathed naked. She didn’t know about the treehouse. Man. Every time I brushed against her that evening, and it wasn’t always an accident, I was hard. Being as old as I am now, I wish it was still that easy.
I was so amped-up and so miserably horny that I rushed out before we were done cleaning up. Fumbled some excuse about not feeling well and bolted.
There was this little bathhouse just past the outfield, but the man was locking it up so I ran over the bridge over the creek and started through the trees to head up the hill to this little shelter, an old, stone, WPA-built picnic shelter thats table was long since gone. I knew that all it would take was a few strokes and I’d be fine.
My cock was banging up against my belly and I could feel each step in my balls as I ran. I was picturing Julie without her bikini and Mrs. Barker without her shorts and t-shirt. I was picturing those young women on the lawn asking me to join them. I was picturing all kinds of things as I rounded the corner into that picnic shelter and dropped my shorts.
And there, like a live-action porno movie, three feet from me, was a guy I knew from the local mechanic shop where my folks had always taken their car to be serviced.
I can still picture it. Like me, his shorts were down. Kneeling in front of him was Tina, someone I knew a little but we didn’t run with the same crowd so I didn’t know her well. She was a mousey, quiet type, lean and angular, with a bookworm’s reputation and who had never gone to school dances when we were in the same school.
She was wearing cut off denim shorts, flip flops, and a softball jersey. The jersey was unbuttoned and pulled back and I could see the curve of her breasts. I could also see Junior’s calloused, mechanic’s fingers were tangled in her hair and it was obvious that his cock was in her mouth to the root. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and were clutching at his ass.
He looked up and grunted, “What the fuck? Hey! Val! Hey!”
The one of her eyes that I could see met mine and she went down a little further on what must have been a very hard cock. I didn’t actually see her grin but I’ve always felt like she did.
And then, like my friend Pat, I stuttered, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”
I can’t begin to tell you how much I came. I didn’t touch myself and no one touched me. But I came all the same. Long, ropey streams of which I can still picture. I hit her softball jersey, her hair, his hand, her face, his leg, and the tops of her thighs.
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
Bobbing down quick, I grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and underpants and yanking them up over my still dripping, still hard cock, I muttered, “Oh hey! Hey, Junior. Tina. Sorry!” And I ran.
That night at home, in bed, with the lights out, I came again. And again the next day. That night I made a call.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Is Tina there?”
“Yeah, Tiiiiiiiiina! Get your ass over here! Phone’s for you!”
“Hello?”
“Hey, Tina, it’s Val, I was wondering . . . “
“No. I’m not busy tonight. Whatcha got in mind?”
“Ummmmm, maybe we could . . . “
“Sure. Pick me up at 8?”
“I . . . “
She’d already hung up.
I rolled my old Ford up to her house a few minutes early and she was already on the porch. Dressed exactly the same as last night. Might even have been the same softball jersey.
“Hey, Val!”
“Hey.
“Junior’s pretty pissed at you. You know why, right?”
“Because I came on his hand?”
“Because you came on his hand. And his shorts. And his leg. And then you ran off.”
“What were you doing with Junior, anyway?”
“He has a nice dick.”
“He’s twice your age.”
“He has a nice dick.”
“I didn’t know you were into that.”
“Into what? Sex? Older guys? Dick? I like dick and it likes me.”
“I guess I just didn’t know.”
“I keep my head down and my mouth shut. That’s how bad reputations get started.”
I laughed. “You do NOT keep your mouth shut!”
“And you’ll know exactly how much I don’t, as long as you keep yours shut. Deal?”
“Deal.”
So I've been having a strange recurring dream for the past few months, it isn't like I have it every night, but I do have it at least twice a month.
So the dream starts out with me getting home from work (I assume it's home, it isn't where I currently live, but it seems to be where I live in this dream world), there is a man waiting for me, not too happy with the time. It seems like I got home latter than he thought I would be getting there, but not later than I thought I would be. I try to apologize, and he says he'll accept it if I kiss him.
I walk up to him and try to kiss him but I trip and fall to my knees, my hands resting on his knees as I try to stand back up but I feel his large hands pressing down on my shoulders. I look up and realize he thought I was going to 'kiss' his dick. I bite my lip as I stare up at him a moment longer before settling back down and undo his belt before I open his jeans and slip my hand in to pull out his cock. I then begin to lick and suckle on the head of his cock before I'm bobbing my head up and down along the length.
It doesn't take long to feel his hand tangle in my hair and take control of my movements, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and throat, holding me in place as I gag and cough when he's fully buried in my throat.
I always wake up before he cums tho.
"My heart broke in New Orleans" I was there to fall in love with the
city." "But on one of the rare occasions I did walk through the
people. I saw the normal vulgar behavior were a group of rotten
amateurs with cameras mob any girl crazy enough to show her tits."
"Until I saw her,beautiful shining angel of a girl walking through the
tangled swamp of people, our eyes met instantly as she steps around
some of the crowd, and I stop." " I turn away from her. But she
walks right behind me and stops, she leaned back against me, pressing
her body against mine. ass to ass, her shoulders supported by my
shoulders, connecting us, I can feel her every movement..." " ...as
she lifts her shirt up and her perfect tits fall out as she flashes
the other half of the world, but I see so much more, as she burns me,
herself deeply inside my memory, burning me with the most exquisite
lust not even my tears could quench it..." "before breaking contact
and continuing passed me down the street into the other half of
eternity, alone.
I have been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, but I did not get laid,
Instead I got my heart filled with the hottest hardest most wonderful
pain I have ever felt..."
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A young woman, visibly exhausted and overwhelmed, slumped into a train seat with an expression of mixed relief and disbelief etched on her flushed face. Her body, once a canvas of innocence, is now a testament to an intense, unbridled sexual escapade. Her breasts heave with each erratic breath she takes, a sheen of perspiration glistening in the dim light of the carriage. Her skin is a vibrant shade of pink from the repeated friction of her unsolicited encounters, a stark contrast to the stark whiteness of the cum that coats her from neck to thighs. Her hair is a tangled mess, sticking to her face and neck, further highlighting the sticky residue of semen that clings to her. Her mouth hangs slightly open, a trail of the same thick, white liquid trickling down her chin and onto her chest. Her eyes are glazed over, unfocused, as if she's still lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that consumed her. Her legs are splayed open, revealing a pussy swollen and raw from the relentless pounding it endured, the juices of her arousal and the evidence of the men's release mingling in a messy puddle. Her asshole, too, is visible and stretched, a testament to the depths of depravity she's experienced. The train seat beneath her is stained, bearing the indelible marks of the gang bang she's just survived. The scene is chaotic yet strangely serene, a tableau of lustful excess captured in a moment of quiet aftermath. The only sound in the car is the muffled cacophony of the train's movement, a rhythmic underscore to the silent scream of her spent body. Her surroundings are a blur of indifferent faces and the mundane trappings of public transportation, a stark contrast to the carnality that unfolded before them. The scene is a powerful depiction of the most primal of human instincts played out in the most unexpected of places.
Images from the dream the night before are starting to race through my head:
Pulse slamming in her eardrums.
Sweat and sex scenting the air.
The obscene noises his cock made as he thrust inside her.
Slick skin sliding against each other as they moved, eyes locked together in a dance all their own.
Mouth laving and nipping at her nipples until she begged him to stop, sensations twisting between pleasure and pain.
A punishing grip on her hips as he fucked her from behind, rubbing stubble along her spine.
Head tipped back as his mouth latched onto the curve of her neck, sucking bruises into the soft skin.
Fingers tangling in her hair, holding her still for a biting kiss.
Hand clasping his chin, stilling his face for her bruising, nipping kiss.
Biting the side of his neck as she came with his fingers buried in her pussy and her nails embedded in his chest.
Her fingers tunneling through his hair, forehead against his, gazes meshed, as she sat astride him rocking on his cock.
Sinking her nails into his ass, moaning his name as she orgasmed once more.
Fingers tracing the line of his abdomen and rib cage as he moved.
His hands encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist.
His voice, a hot whisper in her ear, telling her how tight she was around his dick.
Stickiness from his come staining her thighs and matting the curls between them.
Hands bruising her sides as he held her beneath him, forcing her to take the full measure of every thrust of his hips.
The hoarse moans she released every time he hit her cervix
Legs cramping from the new position over his shoulders as he slammed into her from above.
The low rasp of his voice growling the 'Linda Rae' into her ear as he came deep inside her.
Hand wrapping in her hair, yanking her up, back against his chest.
Kneading her breasts until the feeling verged on pain.
Forcing her head to the side, swallowing her moans with his lips, and filling her mouth with his tongue.
Fingers tracing down her stomach to pinch at her clit, as he forced her exhausted body to another climax.
Face buried in her pussy, sucking her clit until it hurt, eyes greedily locked on her face.
On her knees sucking his cock into her mouth, as he told her how beautiful she looked with her lips wrapped around him.
The wild look in his eyes before he spilled himself across her breasts, groaning her name.
Falling to his knees before her, cradling her to his chest as he ran soothing circles on her back.
Laying against his chest, his arms securely around her.
His cock still semi-hard buried inside her.
Liquid slowly cascading out to coat her vulva in their combined juices.
Soft kisses laid to her forehead, as she listened to his heart pulse under her ear.
This Confession has been a long time in coming. A number of years ago when I had first started dating my now ex, I cheated on her. It was with a girl that I worked with. She and I had been flirting for some time but we had never had the chance. I loved playing with her long blond hair and she would brush her huge double D tits along my arm as I would walk past her. One day neither of us could take it any more and I gave her a ride home. I think she had planned it because she hadn't been wearing a bra that day, and I caught a glimpse of her hard nipples through the vest she had worn over a thin cloth top. During the drive home she took off the vest revealing just how low cut her peasant blouse was. I could feel my cock getting rock hard and she could see my erection pushing against my pants. Thank All those above that the drive was a short one to her place. We barely made it inside and into her bedroom before I grabbed her blouse and pulled it down hard, showing off both her tits to me. She stumbled a bit and then came down on to her knees, her hands pulling at my belt and pants to get them open. My cock sprung out and she teased the tip with her tongue before pressing her tits on either side of it and began to stroke the shaft with her breasts. Such a tease that woman was. It became almost unbearable, before I pulled her up to her feet and moved her back towards the bed. Pushing up her skirt I knelt down and began to lick her inner thighs, biting and nibbling my way up from her knees to her pussy lips. Using my fingers I parted her pussy lips that were already beginning to drip as her orgasm built up, to expose her clit. I trapped it between my teeth gently and began to flick it with the tip of my tongue and suck on it. Both her hands grabbed the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my long hair forcing my face towards her sopping cunt even harder as she began to writhe.
TINGY MINGY TUK TUK
do you like to ride me
tingy mingy ass
screaming lady noodles
she said with lots a sass
you can ride my tuk tuk
while your nose drools snot
its yummy yum
spicy pussy hot pot
in shorts and sandals
bingles and bangles
hot and sweet
lips kissy tangles
she cooks the dish
and kiss you sweet
peppers and fish
i love her feet
beep beep
pretty little miss miss
lemon grass soup
honey cunt tisk tisk
tan tan girl
does the fuckarochi
licks sweet sticky dick
he always buys her Gucci
how about a jet ride
all the way to suck suck
i want to be in Thailand
with tingy mingy tuk tuk
Odd thing happened last night. I went out for a beer with my coworkers, ran into my son and his friends. Small College town, it happens. His mom and I divorced years ago and I'm an active part of his life so it's weird, but not uncomfortable weird. Anyhow the whole group, me, co-workers, son and his friends... end up in this generational debate. Co-workers are Mils, son and friends are Gen Z, I'm the only Gen X. Lots of talk. Lots of banter. Lots of back and forth. 2 really cute Gen Z college girls start asking more and more about Gen X. They're my son's friends so I'm probably their parents age. Light flirting, lots of talking. Mil coworkers seemed semi jealous because they love attention but others filled that void. The two kept engaging me and it was good conversation. At one point she leaned in and whispered "think you can handle us?" I joke that'd I'd probably break her. "Not me" hugs her friend "Us?" I'm a bit stunned but the answer will always be yes. I track down my coworkers and let them know I've got a ride home. We get to the parking lot. She apologizes that her front seat is a mess. Student, lots of books. I end up in back with her friend. I rattle off the address and her friend leans in for a kiss. Car starts, clothes are sliding off, her friend gives amazing head. Empty house, not that it mattered, we went right upstairs to the bedroom. Kissing, fingering, touching, sucking, sooo much foreplay. The friend had a lipstick toy in her purse. She said she only used it solo... got them both off with it just because. We always made sure that everyone was teased at all times. If I fucked one, she ate the other. If one sucked me I fingered and ate the other. It took a lot to hold out, to make them go at least twice. The first time I went I was deep in her throat, fingering her friend who was massaging my balls. I pull out, they kiss, then her friend sits on her face and while she sucks out whatever's left. We just kept going. Didn't take long to grow again. Second time I went she wouldn't let me pull out. Balls deep. Her friend ate the creampie. Third time was a facial, her friend sat on her face right after. Not sure if anyone has fucked while girls 69 but it's so fucking wet and sloppy. We eventually just passed out. I showered in the morning. She woke up and joined me. I pinned her to the wall as I held her and fucked her. Pinched her nipple as she went. No mercy I felt how hard she O'd. I didn't go, and when she realized it she insisted on throating me. When we walked back in the bedroom her friend was lipstick toying. It was obvious she got off hearing us fuck. Not wanting to leave her out we fucked her even harder. I thought I'd be empty by now but I busted one deep in her. Literally felt the life draining out of me as I went. Cleaned up again. Headed downstairs to start breakfast. I walked past open doorways and passed out coworkers in various states of undressed. Some had women with them. A few were just passed out solo. Downstairs was a tangle of Gen Z, my son passed out on the couch, head in a huge chested redhead who was completely naked. One rule in my house, always has good beer, great bacon, and fresh eggs. People started waking up and moving to the smell of fresh bacon. Coworkers gave me a hard time when the first girl came downstairs and kissed my cheek. Jaws dropped when the second one did too. It was obvious by the way they walked and their bubbly attitudes they were still feeling great. Gen X doesn't play! I broke both of them. My son told me later it was kinda weird because he could hear both girls getting railed but it was mixed in the blur. Everyone was fucking in different rooms. He didn't realize I had a threesome until he saw them. Downstairs was a party, not an orgy, but he did bang the redhead on the couch. He promised he was safe. I didn't say a word.
Tests came back clean. Both girls were on the pill. Hell of a risk but they're fine. I was right. I'm 2 years older then their dads, and they've both heard their parents fuck so a chance to fuck a Gen X was a bucket list for them. I broke both of them. No excuses, no denials. I went too but they went hard. One swore she's never had multiple O's. I know I'm not the biggest. But damn they had fun. Very open, very sex positive generation.
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