Damien: Everybody hates me!
Mr.Mackey: Why do you suppose that is?
Damien: Because I'm the son of the devil!
Mr.Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr.Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey.
Mr.Hankey: Aaaaah
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Dude, Kenny is dead.
Chef: Hello there children. Let me sing you a little song:
I'm gonna make love to you woman
Officer Barbrady: Well you ain't Fiona Apple,
and if you ain't Fiona Apple I don't give a rat's ass.
Reporter: What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
Some Woman: My god that's disgusting!
Stan: Whoa dude, how do you have sex with a chicken?
Stan: At least im not a little pig fucker.
Cartman: God damn it!
Stan: Dude!
Kyle: Huh Sick
Mr.Hankey: Aaaah
Cartman: You get you bitch ass back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
Mr.Garrison: You got to hell!
Stan: You butt plug.
Kyle: Damn!
Cartman: Well screw you too.
Cartman: Well?
Ms.Cartman: Sure Hun.
Cartman: Kick Ass!
Cartman: Hey, ill blow your freakin head off you peice of crap!
Mr.Mackey: I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
Cartman: He is a very disturbed little boy.
Ms.Cartman: You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Cartman: Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms.Cartman: You can have a eensy weensy bit can't you?
Cartman: Well?
Ms.Cartman: Just a weensy eensy woo-woo?
Cartman: Okay!
Ms. Cartman: I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts!
Cartman: God Damnit!
Ms.Cartman: Just a weensy eensy woo-woo?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr.Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey.
Mr.Hankey: Aaaah!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Mr.Garrison: Dumb ass, what a retard!
Stan: You fat fuck!
Kyle: Screw You.
Stan: Dude.
Mr.Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss!
Officer Barbrady: Fruitcake!
Cartman: Bitch.
Wendy: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had this huge satellite dish
sticking out of my butt, and then there were hundereds of cows and aliens, and
then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
Stan: What the hell are you talking about!
Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Wendy: Barf is gross!
Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's ass!
Pippins: Lunchy munchy hmm!
Stan: Oh yeah? Well at least my moms not on the cover of Crack Whore magazine!
Cartman: Damnit, would you shut the hell up?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr.Hankey: Howdy Ho!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Cartman: Son of a bitch.
Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace, the way is paved with gold for ye who seek truth!
Ring Announcer: Wearing very very black trunks...the king of all that is evil...
Towns People: Barbara Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand: I'm Barbera Striesand!
Chef: Barbera Striesand?
Leonard Maltin: Barbera Striesand.
Kyle: Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin: Leonard Maltin.
Leonard Maltin: Sydney Potier.
Chef: Sydney Potier?!
Stan: Oh yeah.
B.S.: Your some little hick!
Stan: You ugly skank!
Cartman: Damn your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey! Why dont you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, and making me dance for you, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have sex with some guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!

I confess i hate people who...

1.pull faces and snigger behind someones back

2.think just because there well educated, it makes them smarter

3.who boast to you that there in a reltionship and what they do in the bedroom (constantly), and then come screaming and crying to you like a baby when its all over

4.people who start a fight with you then loose, so they decide to get there mates involved,

5.slutty stuck up rich girls and rich boys, who have never worked hard in there life, and call poor people and homeless people bums

6. religious people who bombard you with there false lies, and then try with all there heart and souls to convert you, then when you say that there religion is bullshit, they turn into some swearing angry little jesus devil

that just about covers it, damn i need some fresh air now :0

Memories (Part I)

I am going to tell you a story about the hottest girlfriend I have ever had, so expect this to be quite drawn out. I would hate for you to misunderstand why --after several years after she passed, I now being married to another woman, and having two kids still often think of her.
Several years ago, I had a plump, dark-haired, and very freckled girlfriend who used to take double the normal prescribed dose of Soma and Darvocet for her chronic back and neck pains. We had a lot of good times when she was fucked up on that; I remember once, I was laying on my stomach, and she climbed on, and started massaging my back, her ample thighs were hot on the small of my back, and the massage was accentuated with her warm, soft hands. After about 10 minutes, she asks how that felt, "All better?" Hell's yeah, it felt great! She rolled over to my side on her side of the bed, and I notice this cooling spot just above the small of my back...she had left a 'snail-trail.' I didn't realize that she was also moving her hips while massaging my back, grinding and mashing her vulva onto me. I still get worked up thinking of that night.
A few months later, she takes her Soma and Darvocet, and I know something is going to happen that night, but it was late and we both fall asleep in bed, I always slept naked, but she wore only a loose-shouldered, full-length night gown that accentuated her curves and enabled a nice view of her shoulders and deep cleavage. In case I haven't mentioned it, she had freckles EVERYWHERE, and wore this perfume (Opium) that I swear was made with pheromones, but it was the way she smelled when wearing it, a heady combination of 'at-the-end-of-the day' sweat and the sweetness of the perfume --it makes me excited thinking about her.
So, clearly, I woke up --smelling her in the middle of the night, sleeping peacefully. I thought I would wake her up with a surprise, so I forced her legs apart, gently and slowly --pinning them open with my own legs. I began to finger her thinking that she would wake up, but she didn't. Instead, she started gyrating her hips and got incredibly wet. My cock was hard and I couldn't wait any longer. I disentangled my legs and climbed between hers, slamming into her. Her face was beautiful, and there was no reaction to what I was doing, but she was rubbing my chest with her hands and moaning, raising her hips with each trust. I asked her if she was awake, and her eyes opened slightly and then rolled-up. I had a slight moment of panic, so I stopped and opened her eyes with my hand; they were rolling around --she was unconscious and doing all of this. I came right at that moment of realization. After a few minutes, I climbed off of her, and watched. Nothing. She was laying there, legs spread, with my cum running down into her ass crack, her pussy was open and swollen, flushed-red with arousal. Slowly, she ran her hand down her body and into her vagina, playing with it for a few seconds before laying still again. After a few minutes she retracted her hand and I was able to pull her nightgown down again, and then I went to sleep.
The next morning, she's up, and at breakfast, I make a joke about how well she slept, that she had fondled me during the night; she didn't believe me or take me seriously and said that she slept well.
I carried on doing that for months, she would do almost anything while she was fucked up on this stuff, slow hand-jobs, blow jobs, she even let me throat-fuck her --had to do that quickly so that she wouldn't choke to death on my dick.
One day, I found out about one of our neighbors --I'll call him Donny here. Donny was married to this mostly-toothless, chain-smoking hag, completely repulsive...except for a perfect ass. I found out that before I moved in, Donny had the hots for my girlfriend; from what I understand, she had even caught him peeking into the windows one night, but had chased him off. He was married, after all.
So, one night --after she had passed out, I caught this motherfucker staring in at her while she slept. He didn't see me, so I snuck out of the house, and into the back yard. I walked up on him, and he didn't even hear me. He was too busy jerking his gherkin. I pushed him against the wall, and asked him, "What the fuck are you doing?" The poor bastard must have been at the peak, because he blew his load, with his cock crushed between him and the wall; his spunk ran down his leg, into his pants. The cornered son-of-a-bitch was fucking panicking like a baby. I felt bad for him in a weird way, so I let him get his shit together...an idea was in the back of my head and making itself known. I dragged him inside, sat him down on the couch and poured him a drink, straight whiskey. I asked him what he would do in my place. I laughed and shook my head in some sort of pseudo-disappointment. All the while, I was imagining this scuzzy-looking guy fucking my girlfriend.
He begged me not to call the cops. My thoughts finally gave way, and I told him to follow me. We walked to the bedroom where my sweet-smelling girlfriend was sleeping. I thought I would have a little fun with him, so I told him to stay outside the room, but not to run, or I would call the cops. He looked scared, thinking I was going to wake her up. I watched his face while I moved the blanket, and exposed her legs. He froze, like a dog waiting to perform a trick for a treat at the end of his nose. I walked back over to him and asked quietly, "What would you do to see more?" I felt like the devil, dragging a soul to hell...and I began to smile...I thought to myself, "I have the goatee and moustache, after all...why not!" He stared at me, wide-eyed, and started talking, "I have some mon --!" I had to silence him and remind him to speak in a whisper. I told him to hold that thought and watch for a moment while walking back to the bed...my girlfriend was out like a light, so I completely removed the blankets and eased her shoulders out of the gown and tugged the gown down, exposing more of the bronze, freckled chest, but stopping just before her breasts were completely visible. Then I moved to lift the gown up --just above the knees, and slid my hand under and began fingering her while watching his face,which was becoming redder, the bulge in his pants, easily apparent. She moaned softly and began spreading her legs, sliding a finger in, it almost felt hotter than normal.
I had to stop myself or I knew I was going to lose all control of the situation, so slowly I slid my finger out again, noting the slick-clicking of that well-moistened pussy. I sniffed my finger as I casually walked back over to Donny, and just when I got to him, I put my finger just under his nose and watched. I let him breathe deeply, smelling that juicy musk. He practically begged me to let him fuck my girlfriend. Asking quietly again, “Donny, what would you do to see more?” I could tell that if he got too stimulated he was going to shoot off in his pants...which I didn't want. Hastily he whispered, “Anything you want, just name it, please!”
Wondering how far I could push this, I thought of the worst thing I could do“I want you to get some drugs and give them to your wife, I want you to invite me over after cleaning her from head to toe, and have her naked in your bed. I want her semi-conscious, so I can fuck her toothless mouth, and then, Donny, I want you to roll her onto her stomach, and hold her down while I fuck her in the ass while she screams in pain.” I swear, the squirrel-wheels in his little mind were turning; he was thinking of doing this. Realizing this, my mind began to race, “Ho-lee-shit,” I thought, “this guy is actually thinking of doing this!”
I let his cogs turn-and-burn, while I walked back over to the bed. This time I began to stroke he breasts through her gown, and her perfect nipples, with small areola began to stand out, I pinched them and she gasped. Was she awake?! I checked her eyes, and they rolled-back, like normal, to the back of her head....nope, she was out...I thought to myself, ”Goddamn, how far can I take this?!” My cock began to hurt, and my balls felt like they weighed a ton. I walked back to Donny, who was still processing all of this shit...fucker must have blown a circuit. “Well, what's it going to be?” I had to ask a little louder, to show a bit of frustration. I could see by the look on his face that he was going to say, “I can't do that!” He didn't disappoint, his squeaking squirrel-wheels must have aligned for a moment, and he said just that.
I wanted to get control again, and to break him by this point. So I walked him over to the bed, and let him slide his fingers in; I had him the instant he did. The warmth and wetness of my woman's pussy, that got him. I told him to think about it and sent him scurrying home, making sure to close the curtains, fully so that he couldn't see in after he left. I had a feeling that he would try to peek some more, but I was determined to keep him on a tight rope. I fucked her a couple of times that night, cumming hard each time, and rolled over to my side when I was finished, my cum running down her pussy.

Hey all I confess I am an epic pervert. Being a perv is the only way I have found to beat the boredom of life. I used to do a lot of shit on my home turf. But you can only sniff so many girls bicycle seats and walk into the middle school girls locker room and beat off so many times before the pitchforks and torches come out. I think maybe I am just a little misunderstood. I mean no harm I just found a satisfying hobby that helps me blow off stress.

I have been both highly skilled and lucky in getting away with shit for decades. The final straw though was when after a volleyball game at the local middle school I walked into the locker room with a raincoat and opened up to reveal my cock to about twenty young girls in the shower area. A few of the local dads heard the screaming and chased me through the woods. Lucky me they were fat and old and gave up after about a block. One guy was a little younger than me. Looked like a distance runner. He actually caught up to me and tried to take me down by grabbing my coat. I turned around and punched him in the nose. He dropped right to his knees. I stood back a few feet and wanked to his blood and tears for a couple of minutes until I heard the sirens and then I wished him a good day and left. There was a huge buzz after that. Talk of rewards. Yada, yada, yada. Lucky me again most of the girls were looking at my cock and gave a shitty description. The guy I punched actually described me as being African American and stuck to the story even though it was in contradiction to every other source. God what a fucking freak!

So now that I am older, wiser and more financially secure I plan my holidays around my hobby. I figure airfare is much cheaper than attorneys.

One epic trip was a backpacking excursion in a remote area. I hate how all the moral fags want you to register and pay to visit a national park which my taxes pay for. I always skirt this formality. It also makes me harder to track. So when we were lining up for the buses I didn't bother with getting a ticket. I showed the driver a twenty and said 'here is my ticket buddy.' He stuck the twenty in his pocket and told me to have a great trip.

Now I had planed to just hang out on some popular trails and flash some hikers. No big whoop. Sometimes if I am in the mood I strip naked and chase them a little bit while masturbating and screaming paranoid gibberish like I am the Antichrist and such. Pretty harmless fun all in all.

On the ride into the back country I was surrounded my some kind of do gooder group. A couple of old biddies that had about a dozen young girls in tow to show them the joys of wilderness. They were from New York and by their talk sounds like they had never been out of the city...ever. All they did was talk, talk, talk incessantly about the dangers that lurked in the woods. Lions, tigers and bears.....OH MY! After I had about enough I tried to interject that wilderness is a much safer place than any big city. The logic being that man is the most dangerous animal on the planet. The farther you get away from population centers you get equally safer. The old biddies wanted to get all confrontational and talk about they had taken this class and that class about wildlife encounters and knew how to defend themselves against wildlife. Even after I shut up and let them win the argument they kept up. I tried pulling my hat over my head to act like I was sleeping and one of their little man hater dummies in training snatched it off my head and started to play keep away with their friends. HA HA HA HA HA. What laugh out loud fun this trip was becoming. I decided to let them keep the hat as the lot of them were just to cuntish to deal with. However I heard them talking about their drop off point and my trip plan suddenly changed!

When they were leaving they tossed me my hat back and told me thanks for being such a good sport. No problem I said as I holstered my pack. A couple looked a little nervous as I walked off the bus behind them. Having been such a successful pervert for so long I am good at putting people at ease. I wished them a great trip and marched up the trail head. About five miles in some rain squalls came through. I knew these little unprepared cunts would just be soaked to their titties. It was just a best guess whether these dummies would turn back or continue to the remote campground. I didn't think they would disappoint. So I pulled out my rain gear and carried on. When I got to the campground I found some old trees back aways from camp and started a small fire.

Sure enough about an hour before sunset the little troop of dummies arrived. Soaked and miserable. Of course they all wanted to crowd around and crowd me out of my fire. Looking at those wet shirts convinced me none of them was over thirteen. Well except for the old cunts. Looking at all those little nips poking out of their wet cotton t shirts made me sprout some truly vicious wood. Lucky it was getting dark.

The old cunts by now were obviously getting a little panicky as they should have. Hypothermia is no joke. Lucky they had me there to help. Ha Ha Ha! They hadn't even set up their tents yet and their whole troop to a last one was shivering. I hadn't set up a tent either as I was planning some serious deviant behaviour later and wanted to be able to decamp in a hurry. Ha little did they know. So the cunts ask me where the wood was and I told them I dragged this one tree up from the creek bed about a mile distant. I figure a mile down a mile up probably an hour plus. They ask me if I could get some more and I just give them a blank look. After all I am toasty in my wool long johns and REI rain gear. Shit I could sleep like a baby just laying down. After a bunch of their cuntish back and forth I show them the trail head and I watch them and their headlamps bobbing off into the distance. About ten minutes after they left I 'discovered' this huge pile of dead fall about ten feet back in. TEEHEEEEE.

So I show this 'discovery' to the little cunts and in a couple of minutes we have a grand fire going. Kids like fire. I reach into my pack and pull out the peppermint snaps I had toted in. I tell them that for their survival it was imperative they get their body temperatures up. A couple made a little protest but by the looks of the way they started to slug it down most of them had sampled the devils brew and a few seemed to actually be on their way to accomplished alcoholics. Good God it reminds me of the old days when a chick could get drunk on one or two shots. Epic. So in about ten minutes these little twats are just blasted. The first bottle gets finished and one of the little cunts tosses it in the fire! The horror. What the fuck is with kids today? Have they not heard of recycling? No one teaches them any morals whatsoever. I made the little bitch pull the thing back out. She got all teary as it was now burning hot but oh well at least she learned a thing about responsible camping. Well anyways just to show her I was a good guy I pulled out a second bottle and let her take the first swig.

Next phase. I get into my pack and pull out a rope line. I string it up between trees on both sides of the fire. Next I tie two more lines to form a box around the fire. Finally I start to strip my clothes off to dry.... ALL OF THEM. Watching all those eyes stare at my half erect cock was the greatest moment of my life bar none. Well maybe the time I peed on a Jehovas Witness that came to a vacant house I was masturbating in prior to torching it was good win too but who am I to split hairs? I had spotted one of the little ring leaders 'Amanda' early on. She had big tits for her age and was obviously on her way to true slut hood. I can just tell the type. I told the lot of them this was going to be a very chilly night indeed and if they didn't have dry clothes it would just be miserable. I told them in no uncertain terms that this WAS a survival situation and modesty could get them killed. A couple dug in their packs in nervous quiet and pulled out some clean t shirts and jeans only to find them soaked as well. I kept staring at Amanda who was getting more bleary eyed every time the bottle made another go round. Sure enough my little Judas goat made a dirty little smile and walked over to the clothes line and stripped. Shirt, shoes, pants, bra and finally her panties. Once my new best friend forever was stripped down the ice was broken and the rest of the crew did likewise. Next I made them empty out their packs and hang up their sleeping bags, tents, etc. Man this was starting to get cozy! The fleeting glimpses of seeing young girls in locker rooms can never compare to being alone naked next to a fire in a remote area with all this untapped ass. Not a one of them had a full bush or set of tits. Amanda was close but the baby fat in her titties was obvious. I could tell she would be huge some day.

So here we are nicely boxed in. Warm fire, a small shelter around us to keep in some heat and no old cunts. Tell you the truth I almost started to get worried. It had been over an hour and the biddies had not returned. Luckily I am a borderline sociopath so I can put those concerns out of my head in a hurry. Well at least that is what a shrink told me once. After she told me that I pulled out my cock and jerked off in front of her. She didn't stop me probably cause I was paying her a hundred bucks an hour to listen to my deviant ways. I almost cared about my mental state until that day. The shrink had the nerve to send me a cleaning bill for her carpet. Yeah riiiiiight! I call it heal and run. They always send you the bill after the session so there is never a need to pay any of them. I guess they don't know much about human nature after all.

Anyways getting back to the meat of the story. At this point after staring at all that fresh meat I obviously am getting a raging hard on. A couple of the little fat girls are starting to get all teary which is starting to affect my boner. I figure I need to give them something to do so I put them in charge of setting up some tents. Not only were they fat but they were stupid as well so I had to lose the tiny hot girl with glasses to help them out. That kinda pissed me off as I had already seen her tiny little brown eye when she had bent over and she (next to Amanda and her baby fat titties) was one of the reasons I had such a raging hard on. The sleeping bags hadn't gotten soaked too bad so next the little crew of fatties and the skinny glasses girl started to line those out in the tents as well.

Well the clothes were still wet so I told them all that the wisest course would be for me and Amanda to keep a vigil on the fire and the clothes all night. I said if we got tired we would wake some of them up to take over. About half the girls at this point were getting pretty scared. One of the little fat kids asked about Ms. (hyphenated name) and the other biddie. God I fucking hate women with hyphenated names. WHY THE FUCK DO THEY EVEN GET MARRIED IF THEY DON'T WANT THE HUSBAND'S NAME? I guess it is just cover for their careers as man haters. If it were up to me I would fuck them all in the ass. So I don't know if it was the hyphenated name or what but I told the lot of them that since it was such an easy trip their hike leaders were probably lost or dead. Well maybe it is the alcohol that makes me say shit like this without regard for the consequences. Of course a bunch of them started bawling their eyes out. I yelled at the lot of them to suck it up and ordered them all into their tents. God a bunch of them sobbed for like an hour after that which made me totally lose my wood. Well at least for the time being.

I guess Amanda didn't care about the old cunts either as she had now been smiling and glancing at my cock for a couple of hours. She was so drunk that she was starting to stagger. When she almost slipped into the fire I used this as an excuse to grab her from behind. I grabbed both tits and was obvious in how hard I squeezed them. The little cunt let out an audible gasp. Knowing now that the time for subtlety was over I walked over to my pack and pulled out a tube of Carmex. I walked back to the fire and made no secret of smearing the contents of the tube all over my fingers. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down onto all fours. Roughly I lubed up her asshole swirling my index finger around inside. Grabbing her hips with both hands I plunged all the way in without warning. She screamed in pain. God what a fucking baby. I could hear some of the girls start to squirm in their tents. Quickly I snatched some panties off the line ( I think they were one of the fat girls...being the biggest I saw) and rudely stuffed them in her mouth. Resuming my position I gave it to her even rougher than before. Pulling her head to the side so I could read her face in the firelight I could see that her eyes were clearly tearing up. But she was also not resisting. To this day I have never felt anything tighter than her little O-Ring clamping down on my cock. I busted out such a load in her tight little ass I thought it would come out her ears. I pulled out and stood up. She rolled to the side and just stared up at me like a deer in the headlights. I went to take a leak in the woods and came back. She was sitting down facing the fire. I sat next to her and she put her arm around me. She didn't say anything for the rest of the night. About midnight it started to drizzle again so I told her to start piling up all the now mostly dry clothes. After my tent was erected we shoved all the clothes inside. I made a nice pillow out of all the girls panties. Never have smelled anything quite like that.

At daybreak the little twat fest was too hungover to move. Wanting to get the show on the road I pulled out my air horn I carry for scaring big critters and went tent to tent kicking them in turn to wake up their groggy little asses. As it was still drizzling they were forced to come naked one by one into my tent to sort through their clothes and get dressed. Tons of good beaver and up close brown eye shots. When one of the little whiny fat girls came in it was too much having that huge ass shoved in my face. I told her and her fat friend to go stand outside naked until the rest of the girls were done. I could tell these two kids needed toughing up.

So about noon when the old cunts still hadn't shown and we were all packed up I told them it was time to move on. The old cunts were either lost or dead. Well I said it again so maybe it wasn't the alcohol. Not so many cried this time. I made the bawlers walk far in back so I didn't have to hear it. Maybe they would make it back or not.

When we got back to the main road I made a quick excuse for needing to relieve myself in the bushes. I gave Amanda a knowing glance and she followed me into the woods. I shoved her to her knees and shot a load in her mouth in under five minutes. Then for no reason in particular I slapped her hard acros the face. While she was staring up at me in otherworldly disbelief I looked her in the eye and told her she was my bitch forever. I made her write down her email on a slip of paper and told her never to change it as I would be coming to pick her up from her dreary existence in a few years when she was legal. That definitely brought a smile to her face. Did I mention she had braces? It took me a few days to hike out cross country but to this day no one knows who that mystery man was. Funny thing too is that no mention was ever made of how I took huge advantage of the situation. I was even credited with saving the lives of the old cunts who it turns out got lost pretty quick and were eventually rescued after we made it back to the road and called for help. I guess if I had really wanted I could have used my satellite phone to have a rescue chopper up there in ten minutes but what fun would that have been?

A bit of history first... I met my wife while we were both in the Navy and that was over 19 years ago. Anyway this is quite long so please bear with me. Tks.

Years ago Sally was one partying person and would try almost anything. One of our favorite times was when we were stationed in Hawaii. You could do just about anything there and get away with it. Sally had this passion about meeting swingers but that is a different story and time ... For those who find this offensive please let me know and I will remove it.

When we went out, normally on a Friday night, at first we would drink and drive until one night it was revealed to me in no uncertain terms about how our careers could quickly end. So to continue with the Friday night partying in Honolulu I started checking us into hotels. The best thing I ever did actually because it opened up a new sexual world with Sally.

After several overnighters I found out Sally loved bubble baths. So I planned our next one down to the minute details. During those days, Sally always wore dresses or skirts and she had (still does) one fantastic sexual body. Except now it�s hard to get her into a dress or skirt, but I'm working on it...

It was a Friday as normal and then it hit me. Make hotel reservations before Sally got home and have everything packed into the car to head out the minute she got home. Our daughter could spend the night with her friends. I had all of Sally's clothes that I wanted her to wear that evening. I also packed up some cold champagne and patron tequila for some fun times. You see when Sally drank she got sexy crazy and was very easy to manipulate to a certain point.

Fast forward ... we are at the hotel and Sally is all so happy. Take me out to eat, she says. Later I tell her, first let's check into our hotel and then we can go eat. But it wasn't going to happen tonight. I wanted her totally drunk for my fun. I let the bellhop take our stuff up into our room while we checked in. Once we walk into our room, Sally first checks out the bath tub. She was excited because it was super big. Sally wasted no time in getting into that hot bubble bath. As she leaned back enjoying the heat I poured her some champagne and lit small candles in the restroom. Sally was in ecstasy heaven.
While she drank I would go back into our room and pour tequila into her champagne and give it to her mixed together as such. She had no clue what I was doing but she sure enjoyed her drinks. Over enjoyed them you might say. By the time she was finished with her hot bubble bath she was four sheets to the wind. Moldable now! At this stage you could get her to try anything and that was what I had in store for her tonight.

Once Sally dried off she wraps a large bath towel around her and walks into our room. She noticed our patio door and blinds were open but didn�t say anything about them being open or the possibility of people more than likely seeing her. We walked out together onto the open balcony, there were no walls separating the rooms. It was one open balcony that went around the entire hotel floor. We looked over the railing and people looked like small ants from our position.

As I was handing Sally another so called spiked drink a couple of Navy guys exited their room next to ours and came outside to stand next to Sally and talk. Sally paid no mind to her condition or that she was wrapped only in the large bath towel. The towel was wrapped in such a way that it showed lots of cleavage and it was short enough to expose her lovely soft thighs, even if it covered up her nice ass. And the two Navy guys were paying particular attention to their personal view of her. Since Sally was only 4�11� tall�well you could very easily see what she had to offer. I refilled Sally�s glass twice while we stood out there talking to them. They were in from a carrier and were here to PARTYYYYY. Great I�m thinking to myself. And then it hit me. Time to give Sally some of that public humiliation I always thought about. I told the guys where we would be going later that night, hoping to meet them there. I had this feeling that they would be there. Sally and I turned and walked back into our room as their eyes followed her.

Sally went into the bathroom to apply her makeup. Now it was my move. I immediately undressed and walked into the bathroom. As Sally was bent over the sink applying her makeup and plucking her eye brows as I walked up behind her, removed her bath towel and started the reach around while rubbing her ass cheeks. My hard cock was between her ass cheeks while I fingered her. Sally slowly began to �hump back� as my cock slid between her legs. In and out my cock went between her legs, this action along with my fingers got her nice and wet. As Sally bent over she helped get my cock into her pussy. Bent over as such, Sally was resting her marvelous breasts on the counter. I grabbed her hips and went to town on her. She was starring into the mirror on the wall as this was happening. I was not sure what she was enjoying. Was it her breasts bouncing up and down or the expressions on my face as I screwed her? It didn�t matter to me as I rammed the point home and came deep inside of her. Sally has this routine which I can only describe, she can squeeze her pussy lips together and sort of hold you inside of her. It�s like you are locked inside of her and can�t pull out while she continually squeezes her lips together. When Sally was finished milking me empty then I was able to pull out. Oh one thing I forgot to mention was that our bathroom and bed were visible from our hotel door and the patio. I did see the guys walk by several times and stare at us during our sink episode. Sally did not see them since my body covered her view. They might not have seen much but they knew what was going on.

As Sally sat down on the toilet to clean herself (what a sight to enjoy btw), I picked up the panties she wore and cleaned my cock off on them throwing them at her. She just laughed and said gross. She stands up and finishes putting on the rest of her make up while I put on a pair of my underwear. Sally in all of her splendor walks out of the bathroom naked and stands in front of me. She spreads her arms wide open and announces, �ta da, I�m done. How do I look?� I�m floored. She looks fucktastic with all the dark makeup on her eyes. Wow is all I can say. So sexy. Sally walks over the end of our king size bed, reaches into our suitcase searching for clean panties to wear. When she can�t find them because I didn�t pack any for her, she flips out. I calm her down and tell her to wear her damn panty hose. Hey she wears them without panties anyway! As she sits down and is pulling them up, I dare her to cut the crotch out of them and to wear them that way. She easily agrees and too easily I must say. I hand her my mustache scissors and she swiftly removed the crotch from her panty hose. Pulls them up and parades around the room in them for me.

All I can think is what a devil I am. But I had more in store for her. Once again Sally is rummaging through the suitcase. And guess what? She can�t find her slip or bra. I can�t go dressed like this into town she says. Oh sure you can, no one will notice, I tell her. But they�ll see through my dress and my breasts? Well I just can�t go like this. Oh yes you can, as I embrace her and give her a nice hug while sucking on her neck � that�s her easy spot btw. Get that action going and she�s purring like a kitten. Mindful she is drunk, she quickly agrees with another �OK!� Shit I got it made now I�m thinking. Sally walks to the closet to get her dress. It�s one of my favorite dresses that she wears. Silky black dress, short on her legs and very loose on top. When she sits down wearing this dress you get lots of thigh action. I�m thinking she�ll have a very hard time (as will guys staring at her) keeping her nice breasts inside her dress and her thighs covered. While watching her walk to the closet and admiring her bare ass, its instant hard on time for me. Before Sally reaches her dress, I grab her hands and lead her back to the bed. She states excitedly, you�re ready again! As I lay her down on her back, legs hanging over the bed (her legs don�t touch the floor), she has one large smile on her face. I get on the bed and start sucking her tits, her nipples get very big and hard with the sucking. The next thing Sally feels is my cock between her tits as I have a go at them. I notice the two Navy guys standing in our patio doorway watching us. I hold Sally�s head so she can�t turn and see them. And this was perfect. She held her breasts together for me to screw them and each time my cock reached her mouth she opened wide and she would suck my cock head. You could hear my cock make a popping sound as I pulled out of her mouth. I turned several times to see if we still had our company and we did. I was ready to explode and Sally knew it. No, no she then said, you�ll mess up my makeup and my hair damnit. Stop it!

Sally was able to turn her head and she saw them. Sally tried getting up but it was too late, I exploded between her big tits and held them together as I finished. ASSHOLE was her only reply. Me, I�m laughing inside. Sally stood up facing the guys and tried to cover her breasts but they had seen it all. She made her way to the restroom and refused to come out until I closed the curtains. Yeah sure! I closed them, now come out, I tell her. She peeks out and yells close them damn it. Nope, I�m not closing them and you see that they aren�t here now so some on out and get dressed. Well if you are going to be that way, then so can I, she replied. She came out of the restroom like she had a mission of trying to embarrass me by letting someone else see her naked. But it aint going to work, lol. At the closet Sally steps into her dress, pulls it up. Well since I�m being wicked with her tonight, I might as well tell you what I did to her dress seam. You see Sally is also a seamstress and enjoys sewing. So before I placed her dress into our car while she was at work, I grabbed her seam ripper and removed her back seam. I have to admit that I did it quite professionally if I must say so myself. I�m leaving her totally exposed tonight. I�m pushing the envelope on her exposure and then some. At times when Sally drinks very, very occasionally she can be a real mean bitch. Lucky for me that tonight she was being so easy going and cheerful, believe it or not.

A bitch one minute and so easy going the next. Yeah Baby was all that I was thinking. Sally is standing fixing herself in front of the mirror trying to cover her breast just right I guess while behind her I�m watching her dress open and close, revealing that nice ass of hers, and then I saw the look in her eyes, it was one of those �I�m not going anywhere dressed like this look�. I immediately grabbed her left hand and pulled her out of our hotel room. Sally went along peacefully. As we walked to the elevator I stopped to admire her ass, with each step she took her dress opened up showing off her nakedness. Sally was totally clueless. Such a turn on. We step into the elevator. Now this elevator traveled up and down the outside of the hotel, three sides were glass so you could enjoy the view outside! Sally stood facing towards the street admiring the views. The elevator came to a halt somewhere around the tenth floor. As the couple stood to enter the man�s wife, who was one hot ass bitch herself I must admit, stopped in her tracks with her mouth wide open. She was staring at Sally�s back and saw her dress wide open. Her husband was next to her also wide eyed. His wife lets out a gasp and pulls her husband off the elevator. Sally turns around wondering what the hell that was all about.

Once we hit the hotel lobby, I see the place packed. Crap, what happens now, I�m wondering. Should I even be doing this? I�m thinking this was one bad idea all around. I�m having second decisions. Except Sally made the decision for me. Sally walked out in front of me. All I thought about was trying to stop her. As she walked through the lobby in front of me, the looks on their faces also made the decision for me. They enjoyed what they were seeing. And that was I needed. There wasn�t a person in the crowded lobby that did not turn their heads to watch and stare at Sally. There were also several Japanese male tourists that stopped to take pictures of her. Wish I had gotten a few of them. One tourist even made small talk with Sally and had his picture taken with her. She is such a good ambassador. I must say that Sally was enjoying all the attention. If she only knew!! We walked the two blocks to our favorite club and entered the club like we owned the place. Such an attitude, lol.

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