I've taped thousands of songs off the radio since 1982. Come get me if you dare RIA!

Im a truck driver and owner and I am looking for a daughter or sister role play partner to ride with me for a week or two . I want to introduce and refer to each other as daddy and daughter but act like lovers just to get a reaction. We will be the talk of the truck stops and burning up the cb radios.
This is completely free for you. I'm paying for everything as a good daddy should. I'm willing to buy you new sexy outfits if you want. And I want you to have enough cash on hand for emergency. Daddy may get too excited!!!# I will provide everything.
You will be free to fuck anyone you please along the way. I'll lick your pussy clean. You can bring your sister or brother. Even your mom. Real or role play.
If we enjoy everything it could be permanent.
Anyone interested please inbox me

When I was younger, I had this really fucking shit stereo system, I wanted a new one, my parents wouldn't get me a new one.

I pleaded and pleaded with the tight cunts for one, I dunno, I had some really horseshit brand.

So... I decided to get my way one way or another. Now, you have these old gas cookers, with their spark igniters, the fairly old ones, you used to be able to pull the igniter out of the front of them. I managed to get my hands on one of these. Now, you can get quite a belt off of these if you happen to have your hand next to the cable when it sparks.

I proceeded to shove the cable into the the tuner wheel on the stereo, and begin cranking the spark igniter. The radio re-tuned itself a few times to some random pakistani radio stations, I kept on doing this continually, the lights on the stereo would pulse everytime I would twist the crank, and there was some nasty sound coming from the speakers.

Eventually, the stereo refused to do anything, and 2 weeks later I had a new stereo.

How to be a little shit and get your way by: Anonymous.

I confess that I am sick of big corporate businesses, Walmart for example. I am sick of going into that fucking store and seeing 12 ppl (managers i presume, the ones w/ the 2 way radios) standing around smacking their gum acting like they are big shit because they have a radio....Go fuck yourselves you fat fucking pigs.

Second, there is 18 registers to which only 2 of them are open...Wtf cant you ppl see that their is a crowd of 40+ customers waiting to make their purchases and leave..for fuck sakes

Third, As i exit the store the greeter/receipt checker person demands to see my fucking receipt. I payed for the shit, it is in walmart bags put their by a walmart employee...back the fuck off.... This happend yesterday I had 1 case of pop and 2 small bags.. as i exited the store the cunt said can i see your receipt..i said why?... she said i just need to check it. I said it is one of those bags but why do you need to check it? The cunt dug through my recently purchased property to find it.. when she exited my bag w/ the receipt I said are you under the impression that i have stolen something? She said UHH Well Noooo, just as snotty as possible... I quickly snatched my receipt from her hand and said then you dont need my receipt so fuck off... she called security on her lil dumb walmart radio.. I lol'd as i left...

Fourth, I am tired of being hijacked by these ppl outside of the store begging for money... mother fucker, I need someone to donate to me...Fuck off

Has anyone ever seen the movie Falling down w/ Michael Douglas? That is how I am starting to feel.....Ugggggghhhhhhhhhh

There used to be this amazing video of two BBWs with a guy in a hotel room. One BBW was older and kept her clothes on. The other was younger and took her top off leaving just her jeans on. The guy was really built like he had been a serious lifter at one time. Anyway, the two BBWs spend the whole time taking turns blowing this guy. The younger girl continually tries to rim this guys ass and get in between the older girl and his dick. But it's pretty obvious that he prefers the older girl's blowjob technique. The video is shot from a static location, so there is no one else in the hotel room. It cuts out when the older girl lays down face up on one of the hotel beds and invites the guy over to fuck her throat. One of the memorable things about this video, is the entire time (maybe 12 minutes) that these three are going at it, there is a Christian talk-radio station playing loudly in the background. Odd huh? I can find the video on hamster, but not on motherless. On hamster, it's video 3703531 and it's called "two bbw sluts rimmin and sucking". Anybody got a motherless link?

someone seriously needs to help me find this one video ive been looking for forever. im beginning to think im crazy and making this up. can someone at least tell me they know what im talking about and describe it better? the video is of two young girls one blonde and one asian, and theyre dancing to the radio, its a texas station and the songs playing are flyleaf and taylor swift. it used to be on here but isnt anymore can someone maybe give me a google search keyword or something????

Please help me find a video.

It was a guy laying across the back seat, a girl with great tits and glasses sucking him off. It was filmed like the phone was against stick shift or by the radio

I have a confession.
I visited my little sister at her new house because I was helping her decorate.
When she got there she was wearing this old wifebeater and jean shorts, but I couldn't take my eyes off her lovely bare feet and painted toes. She is about 4'10 and brunette with an arse and pair tits of a young woman much bigger than her...Not that I'm complaining.

We had painted 2 of the 4 walls in the guest room, when the song "Hips don't lie" by Shakira came on the radio, and she jokingly started to dance and shake her arse like Shakira. I took the opportunity to dance with her, because although she didn't know about the terrible things I wanted to do to her, we have always been close. I started out slow, running my hands down her sides, and then into her back pockets. Just feeling on that nice round arse. She had nowhere to go with my hands in the pockets, and I took a firm grip and pulled her close and brushed her hair away from her neck to kiss her there. She began to purr and she swore under her breath repeatedly (I love her potty mouth, because although she is 19 I still feel I can spank her for being naughty :P).

She just pulls away from me, looks me in the eyes for a moment, and lays on the carpet. I get down to my knees and lift her legs in order to suck on those toes and kiss her all the way up to her shorts. I slip my hands into the waistband, her stomach warm against the back of my hands, and I unbutton the shorts. I pull them hard as she allows herself to go limp, and they slide down her beautifully formed legs. I pull her Wonder Woman underwear (I remember them, because there is something about a grown women in kids pants) and chow down in Chinatown. She writhes around moaning the whole time and I hear her scratching the carpet with her nails as she tries to grab hold of something. She cums hard, and pushes my head away.

I crawl over to where she is lay curled up in the fetal position. I grab her arm and pull her back over onto her back. I didn't mean to throw her around like that but the thrill of her being so defenseless and weak excites me, so I keep going. I straddle her and put my hands around her neck. She blows me a kiss and shakes her cunt under my weight, almost like an invitation. I slip my dick in her, her tight pussy takes my breath away and I feel like I'm gonna cum almost immediately, so I just kiss her stomach and feel those perfect tits. I fuck her softly for hours while the fan stood on the chair blows through my hair. Today was a good day.

While I comment mostly on politics here, there is a PBS program that I'd like to discuss that I believe deserves mention for its stellar presentation, and narration;

The Pioneers of Television

I have a tremendous respect and admiration, nay a soft spot, for the generations that have come before me. One of the generations I admire most is, The Greatest Generation. These people grew up in an America, and also a Germany, an England, an India, a Brazil, very different from the ones that we know today. As an American, I'll speak from what I know of in my own country. Many of The Greatest Generation grew up as what we would consider today as abysmally poor. A good deal of them grew up in homes without electricity, much less any other modern convenience.

When their country called on them during WWII, they not only willingly left their homes & everything they knew, many for the first time, but did so patriotically even going to fight for the freedoms of other countries like France, Holland, England, The Phillippines, and etc. Many of these brave men still lie in graves scattered all around the world. The wives and girlfriends worked tirelessly in munitions and airplane factories to support their country. When they came home with their battle scars, they and their wives made families and set about, without complaint, to built the most free and prosperous country the world had ever known. They saw to it that they and their neighbors were clothed and fed. They built and housed their families in the best housing they could afford. They brought us arguably the most fantastically styled cars in history during the 1950's. Art, culture and education exploided with The Greatest Generation. They dressed with pride and treated one another respectfully. And all of this was done through hard work, sheer grit & determination, and rugged individualism.

When television first began in the last 1940's, no one, including the fledgling televison industry, knew quite what it should be. I know in todays world of laptops, iPhones, & tablets that seems amazing. Many of the first t.v. shows were current/ events / news shows, or the comedy of successful, well established Vaudeville & radio acts bringing their routines to the small screen. Shortly after this, the idea of playing games on t.v. for the viewer to watch was given a try. To gain viewer interest, producers gave prizes away to contestants, &/or they showed known celebrities playing the game as with one of the first t.v. game shows, "What's My Line?".

For me, seeing well established old time Vaudevillians like Jack Benny, Bob Hope, Milton "Uncle Milty" Berle, Jackie Gleason, & Red Skelton working their hearts out to make people laugh on live t.v. is still some of the best television ever! And it was ALL live! If a performer screwed up....guess what?... it was seen by thousands, & sometimes millions of people. My favorite all time television moment happened late one night, long before I was even born. A young comedian took a chance and decided to host a show that came on late at night when all the other stations where off the air, showing test patterns. The show was called "Tonight!" on the National Broadcasting Network (NBC). The young comedian was the late, Steve Allen. It was a big risk, because who knew if hard working Americans in the late 1950's would stay up to watch t.v. that late at night? In those days of live t.v., most of the shows had monitors off camera, so that the performer could see what the viewer was seeing, and could then make any adjustments to the performance that might be needed. As he began his routine, Mr. Allen glanced into the live monitor and got a glimpse of how ridiculous he looked. This single item became the downfall of the segment for Steve Allen, and gave us one of the singularly most hilarious moments in television history! I've seen this probably 100 times, & it still makes me laugh so hard that it brings me to tears:

youtube.com/watch?v=YaNxy4wDv1k

For me, old t.v. shows, old movies, & books are like a time machine into our shared past. With life as busy as it is today, it's sort of like we're all living in a fog. What these programs & movies do for us is they give us a "magic sword". We're able to take that sword, cut through the fog of modern life, and have a clear view, almost magically of what came before us, like a window. In Jan. 2013 PBS will be replaying these epic shows. So folks I encourage you to stop, take a moment and make yourself some popcorn, and sit down with me to enjoy and revel in the history of The Greatest Generation & the wonderment of,

The Pioneers Of Television

-redrocker

Probably the wrong place to ask advice on anything. I know this is a porn site. I lurk a lot here. I'm 51, married (open marriage).
So there is this oriental lady who comes to my work that works at a radio station. She's not the best looking woman at all, probably in her late 50s early 60s - but I'm just infatuated by her. Every time she's at my work she comes by my office to say hello and talks to me for a while. She's married - and that doesn't bother me. The other day she came into my work wearing thigh high fuck me boots and I almost lost my shit. She's a "but her face" kinda gal. Probably has saggy tits, and she has a flat ass to boot - definitely not what I'd be attracted to at all... but here I am lusting after her, wanting to rip her clothes off and fuck her until I bust in her little oriental pussy.
I don't even know why I'm attracted to her at all. There's something about how she carries herself... and I just want it. Do I just plainly ask her or how the fuck do I even go about it without getting fired?
I'm ok with rejection - I can handle it... I just really want to figure out how to ask her if she'd like to get to know me better without her going to my boss and complaining that I'm sexually harassing her.

I received a letter like this... is it working or scam ?
it sounds working scheme... are anybody having any experiences with it ?

MY GUARDIAN ANGEL INCOME SYSTEM

As seen in Oprah!!! $50K in your PayPal Account!
Dear Fellow Friends,

That's Right - $50,000 in your PayPal account and that's NO JOKE!!

IT WAS PROVEN ON OPRAH, CNN, 20/20 and various highly respected U.S. TV and radio programs as being 100% legal, feasible and true!
For the price of 2 $5 Subway Foot-Longs You Can Help Someone and Change Your Life! It works QUICKLY and LEGALLY. Basically, this is all about PEOPLE HELPING PEOPLE

"THE GUARDIAN SYSTEM" $10 USD -- That's all it takes!

I'll try to keep this short and sweet. Do it once and you're done.

To get started just copy this whole page and paste it to your documents to edit it. Simply follow the instructions below and in 2 to 4 weeks, you could have as much as $50,000 in your PayPal account or even more.

Most people respond to this program because of the low investment ($10USD) and high profit potential. There is no limit to the income you can generate from this (you can just do it over and over!) If you follow the instructions, you will reach thousands of people!

HONESTY, FAITH AND INTEGRITY makes this system work!

I think everyone has heard of "PayPal"? Anyone with an e-mail address can join for FREE! If you're not already a PayPal user, the first thing you need to do is go
to PayPal.com and sign up

Here's how it works:

Step 1:
Send a $5.00 US dollar donation from your PayPal account to THE FIRST e-mail address on the list (No. 1) by using the PayPal 'Send Money' feature and be sure to include in the email "Payment for Internet Marketing". THIS KEEPS THE PROGRAM LEGAL.

Step 2:
Then send another $5.00 US dollar payment to the 5th person on the list (No. 5) with an email that says "Payment for Internet Marketing 5th".

Step 3:
Once you have done that, REMOVE the 1st email address and place YOUR email address at the bottom (position no. 5). Then move the 2nd to 1st, the 3rd to 2nd, the 4th to 3rd, and 5th to 4th. You now become the 5th email address on the list.

DO NOT TRY TO PLACE YOURSELF IN THE FIRST PLACE. IT WILL ONLY REACH THE PEOPLE YOU SEND IT TO AND THEN YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE LIST. If you do this, the way it was designed, it will reach thousands by the time your email address gets to the top.

REMEMBER to send a $5 US dollar donation to the 1st email address and the message "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING". Send the other $5 US dollar donation to the 5th person and an email with the words "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH". This will help the 5th person to track the progress of the letter and continue to send out more emails.

Here is the list:

1. nia516@yahoo.com

2. jay_gee29@yahoo.com

3. perfectform08@yahoo.com

4. bcaldarera@aol.com

5. Simpelman@gmail.com

Make sure your email address is the same as the one you used to open your PayPal Account! (as this is the way you will receive your payments).

Now that you have paid the 1st and 5th person and sent them both an email (via your PayPal account), place your email address in the 5th place.

Step 4

Okay, the only thing left to do is to POST YOUR LETTER. You can post on craiglist.com, ListJoe.com, Theleadmagnet.com, FreeSafeListMailer.com, DesktopLightning.com, ViralMailProfits.com , ListBonus.com ,Adchiever.com ,State-the-art-mailer.com , message boards and newsgroups (there are thousands). You can even send an email to your own list.

IT IS YOUR JOB AS THE 5TH PERSON ON THE LIST TO ENSURE THERE ARE AT LEAST 20 'PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH' REPLIES.

The 5th person is the Guardian of the System - YOU!!!

If there are NOT at least 20 replies then the 5th person will keep sending/posting the letter until there are at least 20.

MAKE SURE YOU SEND $5.00 US DOLLARS TO THE 1ST PERSON TO THANK THEM FOR WHEN THEY WERE THE GUARDIAN OF THE LETTER AND $5.00 TO THE 5TH PERSON SO MORE EMAILS CONTINUE TO GO OUT.

Now the fun begins. We reap what we sow - other people will see your posting and do the exact same thing. As you wait through the 4th, 3rd and 2nd slots for your work as Guardian to pay off, hundreds even thousands of others will be assuming the role of Guardian and keep the program moving.

Once you have arrived at the 1st position, it means hundreds and maybe thousands have been working the program since you started. All of those people will then pay you as the 1st and you won't believe the kind of money that has been generated. Seriously, its common sense - you do it and 25 or more people see and do the exact same thing and EVERYONE wins!!! You will receive thanks and the same blessings!

When your name (email address) reaches the 1st slot, 900 to 15,000 people will send you $5.00 dollars each. You could easily make up to $50,000 USD.

Keep in mind - the most you spend is $10 dollars. Remember -- what goes around comes around.

DO NOT TRY TO PUT YOURSELF IN FIFTH PLACE WITHOUT PAYING AS PAYPAL WILL AUTOMATICALLY NOTICE THIS AND DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT AND POSSIBLY PURSUE LEGAL ACTION. THIS IS A LEGITIMATE PROGRAM AND THEY ARE PART OF IT.

TESTIMONIALS:

Mary Gatters, Columbia, SC said on Oprah show:
I only have one thing to say to you. OH MY GOD! I sent out 142 copies in total before 20 replied like the instructions said. Then I went on a short vacation. When I got back my account had over $32,000 dollars in it already and the money was still coming! I'm still floating on air (especially with my new car). I thought the "Guardian System" sounded cheesy, but now I realize it is the formula that makes this letter really work! THANKS.

Richard Barrie, Boulder, CO:
I was shocked when I saw how much money came flooding into my PayPal account. Within 3 weeks my account balance has ballooned to $22,449. At first I thought there had been some sort of error with my account.

HERE ARE THE STEP-BY-STEP INSTRUCTIONS AGAIN:

Step 1: Set up your PayPal Account (if you don't already have one), and send the top name (1st person) $5.00 US dollars - Don't forget to include "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING". This is IMPORTANT as it keeps the program legal.

Step 2: Send the other $5.00 US dollars and a note stating "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH" to the 5th name on the list.

Step 3: Remove the top name (email address) and move the other 4 names up one place each. Place YOUR name in the bottom slot (5th) and you will receive a minimum of $100 dollars for your efforts.

Step 4: Keep sending/posting this letter until you get 20 'PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH' replies in your In-box.

Please give it an honest effort, you will not be disappointed and will be very glad you did when it starts to work. Be creative. Remember, all you're going to be out of pocket is about the cost of a couple of coffees with the opportunity of banking thousands of dollars into your PayPal account! Take the smallest risk of your life!!!

>>The Guardian system is based on HONEST people helping each other out. This program is completely legal if you follow the step by step instructions. It's the same concept of building a downline except more profitable and affordable. It's like the movie. "Paying It Forward", where we all give someone else just five dollars. Make BIG money in an HONEST way!

To Your Success

Simpelman

HISTORY OF PORN

Much of the short film clips seen here on Motherless are reminiscent of the Old Projection machine known as the Nickelodeon. Much of the fact that it was used for Porn has been covered up today.

It started by projecting "flipping" stereographic cards as you crank the arm of the machine, after depositing a nickel. As tech developed, a motion picture film loop was later added known as the Kinetoscope.

During the time, they even sung a song about it's use and "addiction" (even though it was hidden in the lyric's intent. The song "Music, Music, Music" sung of how "all I ever want to hear is Music-Music-Music" after putting in "another nickel". There is no known instance of "Nickelodeon" being used - as in the song - to imply a jukebox-like device. So the JOY expressed in the song was for what was SEEN within it. As such, even the Song about it later: Some radio stations refused to play the record because of the thought that the lyric "I'd do anything for you/Anything you'd want me to" might be construed as indecent. However, at the time - before the popularity of the song - "Nickelodeon" in fact referred to a five-cent silent movie theater

The meaning of the word (Nickelodeon) has been muddied ever since. In fact, when it was current in the early 20th century, it was used only to refer to a small five-cent theater and not to any coin-in-the-slot machine, including amusement arcade motion picture viewers such as the Kinetoscope and Mutoscope.

Much of the actual history of porn being shown around the world is being forgotten. Actual machines and stereo cards go into private collections. While Hollywood works to maintain and restore old films, original "Blue movies" dry up and rarely get made into digital.

I write this to hopefully inspire that the segment of that history not be allowed to go Extinct.

Lets just say that I was a guy looking to spy on my family (wife & daughters) while they use the bathroom or changing in their bedroom. I'm looking for some spy equipment or recommendations from those who have done or are currently doing the same (hypothetically of course.

I'm kinda looking for a device that (1st) plugs into a wall outlet so I'm not changing the batteries all the time, like the clock radio but not cause too many people already know of such an obvious device, (2nd) that has wireless video transmit so I can watch stream, (3rd) not to ask too much but settings such as motion detection for when I'm not there.

Specs don't have to be exact, what I'm really looking for is like minded dads, stepdads, voyers to share their current setup, what has already failed or a must have.

Thanks
P4L

Best fuck night ever last night. I was partying with my roommate at her BF's house and I'll say she as a very flirtatious drunk and she is incredibly fucking loud in the sac. Anyway party cleared out I stayed because I didn't want to drive in the snow. THe three of us stayed up till around 3:30 or so at this point she was wearing a mesh shirt that was for the most part see through and some of those tight ass yoga pants. Her BF and I were playing some ping pong down stairs and she came down with just a towel on to try and get him to come to bed.
He said he was coming up never did and she came back down with just a bed sheet. So of course we finished a couple more rounds then he went upstairs to fuck her. I was staying in the guest room beneath them. They got going immediately. SO I fucking whipped out my dick and jerked off to this girl moaning and screaming her brains out.
After about an hour they stopped for a few minutes then I heard them start back up again. However this time it did not sound like it was coming from the bedroom. So I slowly went up stairs to investigate. I did not have to be too quiet the radio from the party was still blaring.
As I started to head up the stairs I realized they were fucking on the couch right at the top of the stairs so I went up backwards one step at a time. He had her bent over the side of the couch with their backs facing me. So I whipped it out and started jerking off again. I had my head probably 4 feet from them. After awhile he pulled out of her pussy it scared teh shit out of me I thought he was done and here I am dick in hand pretty much right behind hime. HE then smacks her ass real hard a few times grabs her by the hipps and fucking rams it up her ass. She starts fucking screaming her head off like she's being raped. This got me so hard and I was about to cum and then she reaches between her legs and starts shoving three fingers into her pussy. I blew a load on my stomach and sat there for another 15 minutes watching him fuck her ass.
I've wanted to see this girl get fucked for the longest time she's an absolute smoke show. Yeah I'm a creep I know but hey I don't give a shit it was fucking awesome.

Day of Debauchery

my annual day of debauchery is coming up and I'm doing some planning. Strip club and prostitute are a given - but what else can I get up to that'll get me off?

last year I woke up- left like I'm off to work - I like to drive with my dick out and listening to women humming on the radio kind of rubbing as I get hard. first I went to a rub-n-tug for some handjob action, she wasn't hot enough to get a body-slide, but then I had to cool off. So I went to hooters (where the women dress slutty) watched a bit of tv and had a couple of drinks; got myself all horny again and went to a strip club (to get more horny,) more alcohol, and in the processes hooked up with a prostitute in the back room. by then it was almost time to go home, so I had a couple more drinks and told the wife I'd meet her at the gym - I got to the gym - washed the skank off of me, and drink a bunch of water in the change room before going to run my buzz off on the track.

this year? I don't know yet.

So let me tell you about how I got to know this cougar before I start my story.

I met this awesome girl when I first moved out of my house, I was couch surfing and what not but she was the first one to get me out of my comfort zone And into my more current lifestyle of not being bound to one thing or ideal or way of life what ever. Anyway I was with her for about a year before we split up up she had a boyfriend and a girlfriend and was messing around, by the way this girl is the healthiest hippy girl there is the reason is say that is by the age of sixteen she could look at any plant and tell you what it was and what it's used were. She wouldn't let me wear a condom so she could pleasure herself and not taste the latex or live I had a pregnancy scare towards the end of our first year together but it was that time I was still young and dumb and thought hey I would love to start a family, I realized that especially when I started looking at pregnant pornstars more often and for a while just got into that and that only. Any way about two years ago we split up after the second year of us being together it was about three or four months later I heard she was pregnant with some hawaiian asshole that still fucks her over on a day to day basis. Needless to say I was livid, anyway during this time I was in contact with her mom because she live 15 minutes away and she loved me I was really nice respectful and was good with her youngest daughter.

Anyway after all this I started talking a lot with her and one night she was at a reunion got really drunk and couldn't drive home so she called her daughter my ex but still best friend, and she called me to pick her up. Any way I didn't say no cuz I had nothing better to do I went picked her and her daughter up and drive them home, me and her mom were talking and having some tea and waited for the yougest daughter to go to bed anyway once that happened we started getting closer and I started twirling finger across her skin, and she didn't do anything, I started moving closer to those places that you wouldn't normally go for she's not the greatest looking mom but she does have her own beauty she is still really young at heart she acts like a young twenty year old when I talk with her, and (just so we are clear this lady's daughter, my ex, was 16 when I first met her and she was on the street for about a year when I met her. Her mom is pushing sixty which is how old my mom is turning,.) any who I started fondling her huge tits for a bit she looked at me with a really innocent look and I instantly saw her daughter there in front of me and thought this would be an awesome future wife. I kissed her once and she was kind of hesitant but she looked at me again and grabbed me and we started making out really intense like a lot of pent up passion; I hadn't been laid in like six months her I don't know how long, any aT it was intense she was wearing this button up under shirt one piece that goes under her dress and I couldn't figure it but before I could say anything she had already unbuttoned it. I got on my knees and started eating her out like I haven't ever eaten out before it was like an all you can eat buffet after smoking a quarter ounce with your homies, she was super bushy like she hadn't shaved or even trimmed in like a year. But I'm down there for about a solid 10 minutes when she squirt right in my face all in my mouth, I drank what I caught and looked at her in her eyes and she was super embarrassed I happened to ask the right question at the time and ask her if she's ever squirt before and to my surprise she said no, 😮 what!! Anyway I kept eating her out and fingering her I started pressing on her lower abdomen and hiring that g spot made her go crazy she squirt like 5 Or 6 times by the time I got done with my foreplay she looked at me when I had decided to stop and give her a break I for some reason asked her if she was wanting what I was wanting and she started undoing my pants which was the biggest fantasy of my life to have someone undress me the way I want to undress beautiful people on a regular basis. My Vick is rock hard she leans back and spreads her legs a bit and I start teasing her clot with my cock, she was soaking wet still so every pass I mad over clitoris made her shake like she was riding a sybian, after the first few passed I went for it and put it in. The sex it self didn't last that long maybe 10 minutes but it was hot she squirt all over my cock it was like a dream come true for a pervert like me. Milf my ex gf s mom at that after she got pregnant all my aggression was reappeared by one deep load in her mom. Before I started playing with her I asked her if she wanted to do this in the shower but she said no and that shed do when she wanted to clean up after wards so after wards she got up and the couch cushion was soaking and she went to the shower and I flipped the cushion and followed her in and took a shower with her before I went home, I had such a hard time leaving, and I have an even harder time forget and reliving that night when I jerk off it always gets me off. This was probably the best pussy I have ever had, (ahhh...top three) and it is the reason that I think I have a hard time connecting with women of my age. The last time I had sex was 8 months ago and she was a bbw into bondage and stuff but it was a very open relationship but she had the same body type as my ex's mom and she had the wettest pussy I've ever fucked consecutively in a regular basis but I still thought of my ex's mom while fucking her for three four hours straight. (by the way that was the longest time I had ever lasted and not cum, she was sore and just couldn't keep going so I stoped she sucked me off and I got to throat fuck her till I came, she's a swallower by the way,

Any way that's my white night story in my gf revenge story and in till recently we still wanted to get together again and do this, the one day I guess I got hammered and sent her a dick pic and the next morning got blown up by her, which is understandable. Because getibg an interested dick pic is a very innapropriate thing to do at the very least but it's also very threatening in a way. Regardless I was super ashamed and just didn't say anything to her after that and it's been radio silence. Should I get in touch with her and appologise and make up I know I was in the wrong but I mean that's something that she'll be reminded of about me that's what I've done and and all that but I mean we've fucked so do you think she's like super posses or just upset that I sent that innapropriate photo to her at the time. Eh I've just been really interested in some of the pervs in this site and this has been go to place when I get in motherless is the post board and read a few stories to see something new or hear a story or someone's sexual encounter. I've been a motherless member for a bit till I posted some of my ex gs pictures on here full name and area code and she sound out that it was me somehow and threatens to use me or send me to jail. Anyway I freaked out shut down my account and kept anonymous for for the rest of my motherless career in solo pleasure. It was x videos for basic poem at first then I started searching around and I heard one of my good friends that I wound up us being a huge crush on had an ameture porn video with one of her friends at the time and it got out up but that was when motherless was really no restriction poem that's when beastiality was still on here and after I found this place it was my porno haven, regardless now I'm living in Santa Barbara lonely as fuck and looking for fun down for trans or buff guys with big cocks and any beautiful women I'd like to fuck a black woman and get the experience with the right booty that slaps your groin when she's riding your cock and a girl who will fill a glass that I can drink with squirt. Someone who's down to get kinky. Like I'm a bit of a closet bi but that's due to the fact that I'm just not nearly attracted to guys as much as I'm attracted to stunning dimes. Which there are a lot of in Santa Barbara. Anyway anyone want to get freaky leave a way to get in touch your name your toe whatever Skype I won't ask for the phone number of post my info on here, and if you do send me your info after I get it I'll delete the comment. Or you can delete the comment. I'm down to host or if you want to get a hotel I get discounts at any minor in hotel for a night and both of the restraint hotels are 4 stars but are the top rated hotels in the world.

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Anthony Cumia

Anthony Cumia, one half of the radio duo Opie & Anthony, was fired on Friday following what many are describing as a shocking racist Twitter rant.

The rant came after Cumia was allegedly attacked by an African-American woman in Times Square.

“SiriusXM has terminated its relationship with Anthony Cumia of the Opie & Anthony channel,” said Patrick Reilly, the Senior Vice p******** of Communications for SiriusXM.”The decision was made, and Cumia informed, late Thursday, July 3 after careful consideration of his racially-charged and hate-filled remarks on social media. Those remarks and postings are abhorrent to SiriusXM, and his behavior is wholly inconsistent with what SiriusXM represents.”

Anthony Cumia confirmed the firing news on his Twitter page Friday morning. And needless to say, the radio jock was not happy about it.

Sirius decided to cave and fire me. Welcome to bizarro world. Fired for shit that wasn’t even on the air & wasn’t illegal. So, who’s next?

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 4, 2014

RT @TedChrist: @AnthonyCumia Not suspended? Fired, so fired? -Fired, fired, so fired.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 4, 2014

The rant that led to Anthony Cumia’s stunning firing took place early Wednesday, hours after the host was allegedly assaulted in Times Square. Cumia then went on a Twitter tirade full of racist and sexist remarks. You can view the (very NSFW) rant below.

So, I’m taking pix in NYC & a black girl who was in frame punched me in the face. I called her a fucking “&$;;-:” cause that’s what she WAS!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Then she punched me 5 more times. She’s lucky I was a white legal gun owner or she’d be dead. Then 5 blacks started giving me shit!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

I told them to back the fuck off, this wasn’t their show. The cunt then punched me again. Seems white boys don’t hit back. Lucky savage.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Wish a cop was around. Although she said she’d tell them I sexually harassed her. Lying cunt. I hope she gets shot in her ass fuck face. Ugh

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

They aren’t people.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Im fucking livid. If I was an illegal savage I’d have shot her. The I are violence in her was so predictable. I hope she gets killed.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

It’s a jungle out in our cities after midnight. Violent savages own the streets. They all came 2 defend this pig. I had to yell like at dogs

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @justacword: @AnthonyCumia did you get any photos of her -Yup. Animal pig fuck cunt bitch

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @tikiruss: @AnthonyCumia WTF? For no reason? -Reason!?? I WAS WHITE!!!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

Savage violent animal fucks prey on white people. Easy targets. This CUNT has no clue how lucky she was. She belted me 10 times. I had a gun

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @RonLR2: @AnthonyCumia So, what started all this? -I was taking pix in Times Square. She was in a pic. Violence was her answer. ANIMAL

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

The cunt animal kept walking into my arm I had up as a block saying “DONT TOUCH ME!” Then would hit me. I hope a home boy beats her to death

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

The automatic jump to violence in that community is astounding. No discussion. It’s start punching at the least little thing. Uncivilized!!

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @HuntsvilleDore:a female beat u? -No,an ANIMAL BITCH used it’s instinctual violence on me. I restrained myself from putting it to sleep

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

RT @KyleScutch: Did u hit her back -I was fooled by my upbringing. “Don’t hit a woman”. But this was an animal. I shoulda smashed it’s face

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

The switch to violence is immediate. No discussion, just violence. When will THAT be addressed? Oh, right, never. Slavery did it? Oh, ok.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

There’s a deep seeded problem with violence in the black community. Try to address it and you’ll be exiled to racistville. But it’s real.

— Anthony Cumia (@AnthonyCumia) July 2, 2014

While it is easy to understand how this racist rant got Anthony Cumia fired, this was not the first time the shock jock has made controversial remarks. In fact, Cumia has made so many racist comments during the “Opie and Anthony” show that we are surprised he wasn’t fired before. Per Jezebel, he once accused the media of “coddling” African-Americans.

“The press will coddle black people,” Anthony Cumia said during once “Opie & Anthony” rant. “It’s unbelievable the extent the press will go to to try not to offend and try this inclusion. The f–ked up thing is people were getting upset that so many black people were being portrayed as criminals on the news. That’s it. And sorry, there’s a large percentage—it’s disproportionate to the population of this country of black people committing crimes.”

And way before Anthony Cumia’s firing, he supposedly yelled at African-American callers who disagreed with his views.

“You’re not gonna get 100% of whitey to kiss your fucking ass with their guilt,” Anthony Cumia supposedly told one caller. “F–k you and f–k your mother! I’m a text book guy. I’ve been a text book guy my whole life. I use facts!”

Listen to another racist rant from Anthony Cumia below.

Still, this history of racism has not stopped some from supporting Anthony Cumia after his firing. Colin Quinn, a frequent guest of “Opie and Anthony,” used a famous quote from Voltaire to defend his friend’s behavior.

Alexis

"Push 'em back! Push 'em back! Way back!" yelled young
Alexis as she cheered on the varsity football team in a joint
cheer with the combined varsity and JV squads at the pep rally.
She could feel the back of her little pleated skirt flip up
in the air with her hip movements, knowing that the shortness of
her skirt was revealing her bright blue cheer panties each time
she thrust her ass out with the cheer.
Alexis smiled as she noticed some of the boys looking at her
ass with great interest. She wanted to be popular, and if
shaking and wiggling was what it took, she was willing to do it
in order to get that kind of attention.
After the cheer, the rally concluded with the band playing
the school's fight song. Both cheerleading squads did their
dance routine to the music, and Alexis took advantage of the
opportunity to do her own exaggerated version, bumping and
grinding sensuously and shaking her ass for the boys.
Unknown to young Alexis, however, was the fact that Coach
Johnson also had his eyes on her. Not wanting to be obvious, of
course, he would sneak glimpses of her hot teenage body as she
shimmied and shook with the movements of her teammates.
As the pep rally came to an end, the principal dismissed the
students to their next class. Coach Johnson carefully approached
little Alexis.
"Young lady, could you come to my office? I need to have a
word with you about your performance here," he told her, rather
quietly. "I'll give you a pass for being late to your next
class."
"Sure, I guess so, Coach Johnson," Alexis replied.
"Just come by in a few minutes, then," he told her, as he
turned and walked to his office, next to the boys' locker room.
As he walked into his office, he took great care to close the
blinds on the windows facing the hallway, and pushing in the
button on the inside of his office door so it would lock when
closed. He sat down in the chair behind his desk. His cock was
already getting hard with anticipation. The coach desperately
wanted the hot little cheerleader, and he knew he could threaten
her with suspension from cheering due to her exaggerated
exhibition on the gym floor.
Within minutes, there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," he said.
Alexis carefully opened the door and stepped inside.
"Go ahead and close the door, if you would," he said.
Alexis obeyed, unknowingly locking herself into the office
with the horny coach.
The young cheerleader looked at the coach rather sheepishly,
sensing that she about to be reprimanded.
"Is this about my performance during the pep rally?" she
asked, already knowing the answer to her question.
"Yes, young lady," he said. "And it could cost you your spot
on the cheerleading squad, if I push the issue. Do you have an
explanation?"
Alexis bit her lip and looked down at the floor nervously, as
she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, back and
forth.
"Well..." she said.
"Yes?" he inquired.
"It's just that I'd like to be popular with the boys, and
they like it when I put on a show like that," she admitted.
"I'll bet they do," he told her. "So you wanted to be as
sexy as you could, didn't you?"
Alexis nodded.
"How old are you, Alexis?" he asked.
"Sixteen," she answered.
"Have you ever had sex with a boy?" he asked.
The question surprised her, but she figured she'd be honest.
"No," Alexis said. "I'd like to, though. But please don't
get me kicked off the squad."
"And that's okay," he reassured her. "You know, I could
teach you a lot about how to be popular with boys. You know, sex
stuff that they like a girl to do to them."
"Like what?" Alexis asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, Alexis, it would work best if I actually showed you."
"I don't know, sir," she said. "You mean doing stuff to me
and me doing stuff to you?"
"Only if you'd like me to show you. You could practice with
me. That way, you'd be all prepared for the boys, and you
wouldn't have to worry about being embarrassed because you don't
know what to do with them."
It made sense to Alexis, and she did think the coach was a
good-looking man. Plus, if she didn't, he could have her kicked
off the squad...
"But what if somebody found out?" she asked.
"Would you tell anybody?" he asked.
"God, no!" she gasped. "I'd get kicked off the cheer squad,
for sure."
"Well then, I guess this could be our little private sex
education class," he told her with a smile.
Alexis giggled, still nervous about the idea.
"So," she said. "How would we start?"
"First, why don't you take a couple of steps back and give me
a good view of you in your little cheerleading uniform?" he
suggested.
Alexis did so, and modeled her little uniform for the coach's
enjoyment, watching him as he devoured her with his lustful eyes.
Her light brown hair was not quite shoulder-length, cut
straight across and curled under, with bangs draping her
forehead. As she smiled sweetly, slight dimples formed in her
cheeks. Her eyes were bright blue and captivating, and her lips
were shapely and smooth with her lip-gloss. The cheerleader's
complexion was attractive, as well - not tanned, but not fair-
skinned, either.
Alexis wore a royal blue button-down V-necked sleeveless
shell top with two thin white stripes across the shoulders and
down the sides. The white letters "LIONS" arched across her
chest, pushed outward by her B-cup breasts. Under the shell top,
she wore a thin, tight white turtleneck midriff top under the
shell.
Her skirt was a matching royal blue with the two thin white
stripes running down the sides and hemming around the bottom. In
addition to the banded trim on the hem, the skirt also had twelve
inverted white pleats. It was deliciously short on her, only
covering her bloomer-covered crotch by a couple of inches.
As he had noticed earlier, Alexis was wearing tight royal
blue bloomers underneath. As his eyes traveled downward, he
smiled at her shapely thighs and her knobby teenaged knees.
Alexis' cheerleading uniform was completed with a pair of
white kneesocks, pulled smartly up to the bottom of her kneecaps,
with three thin blue stripes around the top section of the socks.
She wore a pair of blue and white athletic shoes.
"Do you like our uniforms?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Why don't you turn away from me, now?"
Alexis spun around, her back facing the coach.
"Like this, Coach Johnson?"
"Yes, my dear. Now bend over slowly for me."
With her feet together, she slowly bent forward for him. As
she did so, her little pleated skirt pulled up high on her tight
ass, showing off the back of her smooth thighs and the crotch of
those tight blue bloomers as they bulged in a tiny pussy-wrap
mound.
"How's this?" Alexis inquired.
"Excellent."
"You're just trying to get a better look at my bloomers,
aren't you?" she asked.
"Absolutely."
Alexis laughed.
"And how do they look?" she teased.
"Magnificent, my dear."
Her cunny lips bulged in the blue fabric between her thighs.
He could feel his cock rock-hard, aching for the young girl's
treasure. The coach flipped on his desk radio and quickly found
a station with some good dance music.
"Okay, Alexis, how about showing me some of your dance
moves?" he asked.
The cheerleader stood back up and spun around to face him,
then began a dance routine to the song. She shimmied and shook,
her tiny skirt flipping about on her ass and flashing its pleats
as she ground to the beat.
Alexis spun back around and shook her ass while she slowly
pulled up the back of her skirt, showing off her tight little
bloomers again.
"Oh, yeah, that's it," he encouraged.
By the time the song ended, the coach's cock couldn't take
any more teasing. He had to have this magnificent little
strumpet, and now.
"What would you like me to do now?" Alexis asked.
"Come over here and suck on my cock," he told her.
The coach stood up and unfastened his trousers. As they
dropped to his ankles, he pulled down his briefs. An eight-inch
stalk of man-flesh sprang free of its shackles and wobbled
obscenely toward the young girl. She just stared at it.
"Haven't you ever seen a cock before?" he asked.
"No, not on a man," she admitted. "Just on the baby boys I
used to babysit."
"Quite a bit different, huh?"
Alexis nodded as she stepped up to him.
"You've had the sex education class here, haven't you?" he
asked.
"Yeah," she answered. "I mean, I know how sex works and
everything, I've just never seen it in person or tried anything
with a boy."
Coach Johnson put his hands on Alexis' waist.
"Remember that sex works by a boy sliding his cock back and
forth inside your pussy until he gets so excited that he cums."
"You mean when he shoots his sperm?" Alexis inquired.
"Yeah, when he shoots his milky liquid into you."
Alexis nodded.
"It's all about friction," he told her. "A boy needs that
friction on his cock, no matter if it's from your pussy or you
simulate it with your hand or mouth."
"My mouth?" she asked.
"Yeah, your mouth can act just like your pussy. It's warm
and moist. You can pump his cock back and forth in your mouth,
and even excite him faster by pumping it with your hand at the
same time. It's called 'giving a blowjob'."
Alexis smiled and nodded.
"Just be careful not to let him cum in your pussy unless
you're taking birth control, or you might get pregnant," he
warned.
"And boys don't usually know if they're about to cum, until
it's too late," he added. "Experienced men know when they're
getting close, so they can warn their partner if they don't want
it squirting inside them."
"So, if you fucked me, you would know to pull out in time?"
Alexis asked.
"Yes, my dear. You're not on birth control, are you?"
"No," she told him.
"Well, if you're planning on having sex with the boys, you
should be," he advised.
Alexis nodded again as she looked down at his cock.
"Go ahead. Stroke it with your hand," he suggested.
The darling cheerleader wrapped her fingers around the warm
shaft and started a slow handjob on him.
"Yeah, baby, that's called a 'handjob'. Start slowly at
first, and keep getting faster and faster, unless he asks you to
slow down, of course."
The two forbidden lovers stood there for several minutes. He
kissed her softly while she worked him with her hand.
"Would you like to try a blowjob now?" he asked. "Boys
really like that."
"Okay."
The coach sat down in his chair. Alexis dropped to her knees
and held his cock still while she moved her mouth closer.
"You can lick it, too, and play tongue games with it just to
tease him even more," he coached.
He pointed to the location just under the tip of the cockhead
on the underside.
"See this spot?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"That spot's the most sensitive part of a guy's cock.
Wiggling the tip of your tongue right there while giving a
blowjob, will drive a guy wild."
Alexis laughed.
"Well, let me see if it works on you," she said. "You're not
gonna squirt your stuff in my mouth, are you?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you later. By the way, do
you still have your cherry?"
Alexis shook her head.
"Nope," she said. "I popped it a couple of years ago when I
experimented with my mom's vibrator."
"Okay, just checking," he said. "I still want to make sure I
don't cum inside your pussy. Do you have a problem with me doing
it in your mouth?"
Alexis wrinkled her nose.
"I don't think I want to try that yet," she said. "I've
heard it doesn't taste very good."
"Who told you that?" he inquired.
"One of my friends. Her boyfriend ejaculated in her mouth
once, and she said it tasted pretty bad."
The coach smiled.
"Well, sometimes, that's true," he explained. "It depends on
the guy and also on the girl's tastes."
"So where would you like me to shoot my stuff?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Where did you want to?"
"How about if I spray it all over that pretty face of yours?"
he offered. "It's called 'taking a facial'."
Alexis laughed.
"On my face?" she asked, quite surprised.
"Yeah," he said.
"I guess that would be okay," she relented.
The coach watched as Alexis swirled her tongue around the
head of his cock, getting just a taste of his meat.
"It tastes different," she commented.
"Bad?" he asked.
"No, just strange," Alexis answered.
She opened her mouth wide and leaned forward into him, taking
his cock about four inches into her sweet, teenaged mouth. Then
she sealed her lips around the shaft and started sliding his
prick back and forth in her sucking mouth.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Suck it just like that."
She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she mouth-fucked
the coach in her cheerleading uniform.
"That's so sexy when you look up at me like that," he told
her. "You have a natural talent for this."
Alexis giggled as she sucked the coach, flattered by his
comments. She used a hand to pump the rest of his cock, which
wouldn't fit in her mouth.
"Very nice with the hand," he moaned. "Don't forget to use
your tongue on that spot I showed you."
Alexis pulled her mouth back a bit and just pumped with her
hand while she flicked the tip of her tongue repeatedly across
the sensitive underside of his cock, just behind the head.
"Oh, God, yes..." he groaned. "That's doing it just like a
pro."
Alexis resumed her mouthstroke on him, her curled-under hair
swaying forward and back as she blew the coach.
After a minute or so longer, he knew he had to stop the girl.
"Okay, darling, you can stop now," he said.
Alexis popped her sweet lips off him.
"Was that okay?" she asked.
"You were terrific," he told her. "I had to stop you, 'cause
you were gonna make me cum if you kept going."
Alexis smiled.
"Now what?" she asked.
"I'm gonna lick that cheerleader pussy of yours," he said,
with a smile.
Alexis laughed as he stood up, then helped her up to her
feet.
"But first," he said, "let's get those panties of yours
down."
He reached under the sides of Alexis' tiny cheerleading skirt
and grasped the sides of her bright blue bloomers, then tugged
them down with her panties until they dropped over her white
kneesocks to her shoes.
The coach reclined Alexis onto his desk and lifted her feet
to the edge of the desk, with her knees cocked high in the air.
Her bloomers and panties were still wrapped around her left ankle
as he gently spread her knees wide apart. The white pleats of
her little blue skirt fanned open as she revealed her almost-bald
pussy for the coach.
Alexis smiled as he stroked the inside of her thin thighs and
her calves through her cheerleading kneesocks. His head
disappeared under her pleats as he buried his face into her
teenaged crotch and placed his warm tongue on her pink pussy.
She felt him lick it softly, his breath softly teasing her
tender clit. Then she felt his tongue glide upward to her love
trigger.
"Ooh, coach, that feels sooooo gooooood..." she groaned. She
squeezed her breasts through her royal blue shell top and bit her
lip as he stroked her pinkness with his taste buds.
He varied his rhythm and direction of licking with expert
technique, listening to his young lover groan in delight. After
a few minutes, he pushed a couple of fingers to her virgin pussy
and slowly drove them into the moistness.
"Oh, God!" Alexis exclaimed, her senses heightened by the
feeling of his fingers within her. Her breasts heaved against
her tight shell top.
He slowly slid the two fingers in and out of her moist twat.
It was a tight fit, and that fact excited him even more about the
prospect of burying his swollen cock into that ultra-tight
teenaged cheerleading snatch.
The coach licked and sucked on her clit while he finger-
fucked her, until she couldn't take it any longer.
"Oh, sir!" she gasped. "You're gonna make me cum any second!
Keep going!"
He obeyed and quickly sent the young girl to the brink. With
a groan, Alexis trembled as her body reached orgasm with an
intensity she had never felt from her mom's vibrator.
"Fuck!" Alexis cried in delight.
He slowed his stimulation down to a stop and stood up over
her.
"That was wonderful," she gushed. "Thank you."
"No problem, my sweetheart. Are you ready to get fucked for
the first time?"
Alexis nodded and smiled.
Coach Johnson pulled her to the edge of the table and fisted
his cock, still wet with Alexis' saliva, against her buttery
pussy lips. The teen cheerleader was well lubricated already,
and ready to get drilled by her first cock.
"Go ahead, coach," she said. "Put it in me."
He popped the head into her and slowly pushed several inches
in.
"Well, Alexis," he announced. "Officially, you're not a
virgin anymore."
She giggled.
"Sounds okay to me, Coach Johnson. Show me what it's like to
get fucked."
The coach pulled partway out, then fucked another inch or so
into the sweet cheerleader.
"God, your pussy is so fucking tight, and it feels great," he
observed.
Alexis giggled again. She wrapped her white kneesocks with
the blue stripes around his ass as he pumped into her slowly.
"It feels so good in there," Alexis mumbled.
"And I'm glad you enjoy this, 'cause I am, too," he said
softly as he leaned forward onto his elbows, lying on top of the
girl on the desk. He kissed young Alexis softly as he slowly
worked more cock into her wet snatch.
"You know, sometimes guys like a girl to talk dirty to them,
too," he added. "It helps turn them on."
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah, go ahead and try it, Alexis. Talk dirty to me."
Alexis chuckled.
"Fuck me good, coach," she offered. "Fuck my tight little
cheerleader pussy."
"Yeah, that's good," he encouraged.
"I want you to fuck me really good with that big cock and
then blow your load all over my face," she said.
"Yeah, baby," he said, as he slapped his balls on her ass
with each thrust, now getting faster and harder as he went.
Alexis wrapped her white-sleeved arms around him, enjoying
her first fuck. They kissed repeatedly as they screwed on the
desk, exploring each other's mouth with their tongue, lost in
passion.
After several minutes, he suddenly pulled out of her.
"Were you ready to shoot your stuff?" Alexis asked.
"Almost," he said, "but first, I wanna fuck you in a
different position. We're gonna do it doggy-style."
Alexis laughed again as he lifted off of her and pulled her
up to her feet. Her little skirt fell back down into place.
"Just turn around and put your elbows on the desk," he
instructed.
She did so, looking over her shoulder to watch as he slid her
cheerleading skirt up high on her ass. Her white pleats fanned
outward as he stuck his prick back into her tight little pussy,
this time from behind.
Alexis spread her kneesock-encased legs wide apart for
balance as the coach commenced drilling her in that position. He
grasped the sides of her waist for leverage as he relentlessly
pounded her love tunnel with his hard cock.
"Aw, coach," Alexis gasped. "It feels like it's so much
deeper in me."
Her hair swung forward and back as he rode the cheerleader
into the desk, but he knew he couldn't last any longer.
"I'm getting so close," he said. "Are you ready for me to
cum on your face?"
"Yes," she told him.
"Good. When I tell you to, stand up, turn around and kneel
in front of me, and tilt your face toward the ceiling."
"Okay."
He lasted about fifteen more seconds.
"Now!" he shouted.
He pulled out, and Alexis quickly spun around and knelt
before him, offering her innocent, angelic face for him to
decorate. She looked down at his cock as he pumped it with his
hand for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a stream of warm semen splattered on the side of
her mouth and up the side of her nose. She instinctively
squeezed her eyes shut as another round of jizz landed on her
upper lip and yet another on her nose.
Alexis giggled as more spunk rained down on the poor
cheerleader. The coach had a full load stored up for the
teenager, and his balls emptied themselves onto her eyelids and
forehead, matting down her sweet brunette bangs under a blanket
of white splooge.
Finally, mercifully, the facial ended. Alexis smiled but
kept her eyes closed as she kept her face turned upward. Gobs of
gooey cum oozed down the sides of her face and dangled from her
chin.
"Baby, let me get you a towel and clean you up," he said.
He walked over and picked up a shower towel, but before he
handed it to her, he pulled out a digital camera from his desk
drawer.
Alexis could hear the clicks and see the light from the
flashes.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a frothy face.
"Taking a few digital pictures so I can enjoy them later," he
said. "Do you mind?"
"No," she said. "That's fine, but please don't show them to
anybody."
"I won't," he promised. "Smile again for the camera, and you
can open your eyes now."
Alexis tentatively opened her eyes, and since she didn't feel
any cum dripping into her eyes, she kept them open and smiled for
his camera.
She felt so naughty, and she loved every second of it.

This chick works at a radio station in Canada. She thought she'd try modelling so now I know what her tits look like. Wanna see? Dirty comments, and tribute encouraged!

Hey Motherless community. This is the story of my first love, how we met, and what happened following that with as much detail as I remember. Enjoy!

In my senior year in high school there was an Asian girl in my class named Kim. She was a petite girl with a very small chest that probably wasn't even an A cup. She had short dark hair, brown eyes and an innocent look about her. I had never talked to her before as in high school I was quiet and considered by most to be a non-approachable loner. I was into bands like The Pixies and Radiohead while most of my other classmates were into whatever garbage the radio was whoring.

During Geography class in the middle of the semester we were given a project that would make up a huge chunk of our grade. Our teacher explained that we would be assigned a partner to be working with. For the project we had to choose a country and give a presentation on it in front of the class. Kim and I were paired at random and a look of horror came over her face. I felt kind of bad for her because she was obviously extremely shy and I was basically an outcast.

I approached her desk and introduced myself trying to sound as friendly as possible. The first thing I noticed about her was that she smelled really good. So I just casually blurted that out when we were talking and a look of shock formed in her eyes. It was probably not the brightest thing to say, but I was very inexperienced when it came to situations with the opposite sex. After that I stuck to talking about what we were going to do for the project.

We decided to do the project on Vietnam at my suggestion as I was reading a lot about the Vietnam War at the time. I invited her over to my house to work on the project and she told me that she would ask her parents, but thought it would be okay considering it was for school. So we exchanged numbers and I awaited her response to see what was up. Well, her parents did not like the idea of her going to a guy’s house one bit. So they were forced to invite me over to their place to work on the project. When I knocked on that door I was never so nervous in my whole life…

If you are interested in hearing more let me know.

NOTE: The image I posted is not of Kim. It's of some girl I found that looks similar. I won't post real photos because I don't want to jeopardize her identity or mine.

Please help! I'm looking for an amatuer porn video. It's of this woman laying on a bed using a bullet and her boyfriend or husband wants in. He films her for a bit and then she says she wants to fucks the boyfriend/husbands brother. The brother ends up having anal sex with her while her man films. The whole time godsmack is playing in the radio in the background. Please tell me someone knows what I'm talking about! Thank you!

I confess that last Saturday I was browsing Motherless.com and then I heard a really loud knock at my door. I opened it and there were two police officers standing there. They said, "We know what you've been doing and we saw what you downloaded."

They proceeded to let themselves in and beat the shit out of me. Then they took turns fucking me. I had one cock in my ass and the other in my mouth. They just wouldn't stop. I heard a call come over their radios and they left me there, a heap in my living room floor, blood, cum, urine and my body left with bruises. They said that if I ever told anyone that they would do it again.

If you cops are reading this now, FUCK YOU! I'm calling my lawyer!

My confession is that I let my gf suck on my friend dick while she was rolling.
We were at his one bedroom apartment where he lives with his wife. He was letting me and my gf and another couple chill at his apartment while we took ecstasy. All 4 of us took it but him and his wife didn't. (She doesn't like to roll anymore). So about an hour into it I ask my friend if he would let me use his bedroom. He knew what I meant and said yes. Me and my gf went to the room and locked the door, we got butt naked and started trying to fuck. But my dick wasn't cooperating. I was too fucked up to get hard. She sucked me for a good while but I was still soft. We fooled around some more but still I was soft. So I told her to give it an hour and I should be ready. She was a bit upset cuase she really wanted dick. But she understood and got dressed. We went back to the living room and started drinking and listening to music. We were all really fucked up except my friend and his wife.

So after about an hour my gf is getting all horny again. She asks me if I'm ready to try again and I tell her to wait a little more. (My head was spinning and my eyes were unfocused) we would do heavy make outs in front of my friends and she even put her hand down my pants a couple times when she thought no one was looking. I also played with her pussy a little bit when she had a pillow laying on her lap.

Anyways she asks me for like the 3rd time if I was ready to try again. I said ok. And. I ask my friend if he would let me use his bedroom again. He said sure and I walked into the bedroom with her. Once inside the room she starts taking off her shirt and unbuckling her pants. I turn my attention to a small alarm clock in his room that has a radio and I try to turn the music on. But I'm too fucked up to get it to work so I call out to my friend to put the music on. He walks into the room and sees my gf with only her bra and panties sitting on his bed. He stares for a moment but walks over to the clock/radio which is near my gf. I was so fucked up that I hadn't thought about her being half naked. As his putting the music on and finding a rock station. I break the ice by saying "yea my gf can get pretty horny on ecstasy" which sounded retarded. But they both laughed and then she said if he had ever kissed a girl on ecstasy and how much fun it is. He said no. And then I just said well here's your turn. I was very horny myself even though my dick wasn't working and the whole situation with my gf in her panties and bra while my friend wife was in the living room talking with the other couple. I just felt really alive and horny and fucked up lol. So my friend just looks at me and says "really" and I said yea!

He looks at my gf sitting on his bed and she doesn't object. In fact she gives him a really big smile which was all he needed. He walks over and quickly kisses my gf for like a second. He looks back at me and sees that I'm cool with it. So he bends over and gives her a bigger longer kiss and they start swapping tongue and everything. He stops and says if I can be a lookout for his wife in case she come walking into the room. I didn't think it was going to go so far. I thought they were just going to kiss once and leave it at that. But I went ahead and stood by the doorway watching out in case his wife would come. He went back to making out with my gf but this time I saw his hand touching her tits. And she didn't try stopping him so he kept rubbing her body while making out with her. Then I see him put his hand between her thighs and he starts rubbing her pussy. First from the outside of her panties and then I see him move it to the side and starts fingering her. I couldn't believe this shit was happening. And it all happened so fast. One moment his putting on the radio and the next his got a finger up my gf pussy. I'd say this all happened in less than 2 minutes. So at this point I'm thinking when is this going to stop. Then I see my gf reach out her hands to his pants and starts undoing them. He turns his head to me and reminds me to lookout for his wife. Then he turn back to my gf and takes his dick out. I remember seeing how hard it was and my gf immediately grabbed it and put it into her mouth. She didn't pull any stops and went full throttle on his dick. Tryin to make him bust his nut before his wife suspects anything. He grabs the back of her head and starts fucking her mouth which upset me becuase he didn't have to treat my gf like that. So I told him his wife was coming and he quickly pulled his pants up and started walking out of the room. When he saw that his wife was still in the living room talking to the other couple he just said to me "dude wtf , she's still in the living room" and he walks back into the bedroom and pulls his dick out and my slutty gf just puts it back in her mouth. And sucks him off like a pro. After about 3 minutes of this he pulls out and says his too scared of getting caught and leaves us alone. I close the door and lay in the bed with her. She asks me if I'm mad and I said no. (Even though I was) but it was my fault for telling him to kiss her while she was on ecstasy. And I was too fucked up to fight anyways. I remember when I kissed her I could taste what I imagine is the taste of dick. It didn't taste bad, but there was definetly a taste to it. I also asked her what she would have done, if he would have cumed in her mouth. She says that she would have swallowed it. What a slut

After that day his asked me to hangout just the 3 of us. But I always tell him that we are busy. But who knows, maybe one day.

My Birthday Gift
It started out in the morning. I was sitting on the edge of my bed thinking about my birthday, how old I was today, and what gifts family and friends may be gifting him later.
It was well into the day when I received my first gift. It was from my dad. He showed up with his new girlfriend and the gift of a new wheel barrel. Then my wife and 'group' went out to the store, I figure that they wanted to get something for me as well.
After several hours, they returned with a gift of pillows from one and the other presenting me with a gift of socks and beer. It is great to get some beer but I was left wondering what the wife may have in store for me. It was not too far out of the ordinary so I didn't say anything more. As it was being to get towards supper time, I did question her about things and she said that it will come later. I said OK, and thought to myself "I was going to have to settle for what every man's needs in life" and laugh to myself.
Just after the smallones went to bed, there was a knock at the door. It was a friend of ours and she said "hi" and asked if we were anything?
I said "not much" and invited her in. As she came in, she asked it I could turn off the TV and to turn on some music on the radio for her. I thought it was a cool idea, not too strange for this certain friend. As I finished finding a good station to play, I got a cold beer from the refrigerator to help me pass the time and walked back into the living room. AS I entered the room, our friend said to my wife
"would you mind if I dance to this music?", to which she replied "sure, but keep it quiet as the others are in bed". Slowly she began to dance around the room to the music. Our friend then asked me to get her a beer too. I thought to myself that she many have already had one too many before coming over. Looks like she may want to crash on our sofa for the night and there will end any chance of a birthday treat for me later.
Then a song started to play and as she danced, she was sweeting and then started to remove her sweater. When she had removed it, she tossed it at me and I said "Great, a strip show". She just laughed, took another drink of beer and continued to dance. The next song was a bit faster
but she kept up the pace. As my wife sat down to watch, our friend started to remove her top. Here she was dancing in her bra and pants in front of my wife and I. As she danced around the room, she then wriggled out of her pants to reveal a sexy g-string. She finished that song dancing in just her bra, g-string, and socks. In the next song, she removed her bra slowly and I turned to look at the expression on my wife's face, but she just told me to look at the show. At which time, she slowly removed her g-string and danced infront of me nude except for her socks. At the end of that song, she sat in my lap, slid down and began to lick my leg. I was really getting hot by now. Then our friend, stoodup, walked over to her clothes and got dressed. My wife then spoke and asked if I had enjoyed the birthday present she arranged for me? All I could say was "WOW". It was the best present I had received in my 36 years.
As we all went into our bedroom, I knew that the fun was not yet done.

Upon entering the bedroom, it was like a blur. The next thing I know, My wife and I are completely nude. As my wife lies on the bed on one side, our friend is laying on the other side of the bed with only her pants on. As I am climbing on the foot of the bed, I lookup to see the two sets of breasts
that await me. My wifes breasts are full as she is of full frame, but the contrast of seeing our friend's breasts next to her to very strange. Our friend is of small build and has very small breasts and pointed nipples. My wife pulls me atop her and she is so turned on that she has me start to pump into her pussy as fast as I can. I look over at our friend, that has started to get into the action by squeezing her own nipples and moaning as loud as my wife.
Both woman are moaning in the same pace as if I was fucking both at the same time. I reach over and squeeze our friend's right nipple and breast and she starts to moan faster. To two woman look face to face, as their excitement echos back and forth. The moment is too much for our friend as I see her move quickly to remove her pants and g-string. She once again lays down in the same side by side position and I continue to again rub her nipple in time with the pounding rythem of our sex. I notice that our friend has her left hand buried in her pussy moving so fast it looks like a blur.
top of my wife making love to her.
As I was looking at our friend's hand working herself off, my wife saw what I was looking at and wispered in my ear "would you like to see my pussy shaved like that too?" I the whispered back that "I will have to see you like that to judge for myself". As I saw the smile on my wife's face. I knew she
had alot of things she was yet to try for fun. Then as I heard our friend's pace pickup again, I knew she was having yet another pounding orgasm. My pace was constantly shifting to keep my wife from cumming too fast, but it was time to take her over the edge too. So I shifted a bit higher to hit that specialspot and started a building pace with a full pressure. My wife knew that signal and felt her own orgasm coming and building to the full climax. As our friendheard my wife's orgasm coming to it's height, she too went into a super strong climax that had the both screaming at the same time. It was so hot of a moment, that I too came at the same time. It was so hot in that room, the smell of pussy was everywhere. As our friend stood up she asked to use our shower. I looked
at her pussy and she was so wet, that she was dripping all over the floor where she stood. We agreed and she left the room for a rinse. My wife and I held each other and I thanked her for my birthday.
After her shower, our friend returned to our bedroom and my wife kissed her and said thanks. At which point, our friend wispered in my wife's ear "No, thank YOU". At which point, she got dressed, grabbed her robe and let herself out. I lay in bed as it all seemed to be a dream and fell fast asleep.
I slept as I have never slept before for the extire night.

The following day, our friend stopped back over and handed me a letter and left. The note read
"Dear Carol & James,
Just writing to say that the two of you were amazing last night! I thought that I was just going to sit and watch you two, but that quickly changed.
I came so many times that my head spun! By the way, consider that a birthday present too.

P.S.: Did you enjoy the strip tease as well?"

signed "Autumn...".

is it true that radio shack is closing all the stores

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

Wondering if you guys know where I can find a video. It was part of a series that had one girl named Sam in a hotel with 4 dudes and during the entire video there was the radio playing in the background. There was another video with a brunette girl and was about 2 hours long. I am looking for that one.

I know it is a long shot but maybe you guys would know.

Hey does anyone know this video? Two hot girls dancing around nude to the radio and Hive by Earl Sweatshirt and Vince Staples comes on?

Frankie:) college radio host

Dumbass on the radio....

http://www.mixcloud.com/hudsonvalleysounds/called-free-talk-live-about-motherless-pornsite-and-they-banyou-until-the-year-1969/

Have you ever brought a sex toy into a public place or masturbated in a public place? I have.

I don't give a fuck what society thinks of me to be honest. It's such a rush to fap in public, and my dream is to find a woman (female or shemale), to indulge in this desire with me.

But here's an example confession - (Please give me 2 minutes to wow you and perhaps stir your cocks/pussies).

The other day I was on a train that I took into town purely to fulfill these desire. I had a large teddy bear with a bow on it that I could easily pretend was a gift for a girlfriend that I was going to give to her.

The good part? I ripped a hole in it's ass and put a fleshlight in there. So all along the bear was on my lap and my cock was out of my pants but inside the pussy I'd made for the bear.

Part of the way into the 50 minute journey a group of about 6 girls came onto the train and sat on the seats to the right and left of me. They noticed the bear and were all like "awwwww, he's so cute, who is that for?".

I was in a mixture of excitement and panic, I never expected to be in a situation this intense. I said "oh.. it's just for my girlfriend".

I don't know why... but if you seem like a nice guy and you say you have a girlfriend, in my experience, girls go crazy over you. Seriously....

But back to the story...

They were all stroking my hair and moving the bear around a bit on my lap. My cock was so hard it was starting to hurt.

Then a song that the girls all started singing and swaying too came on the bus radio, and I used that as an excuse to start moving around with my dick inside the bear, bouncing it slightly up and down my cock.

I got to the point of no return and just thought "fuck it", and bounced the bear faster and harder on my dick and I came so hard inside of it.

The girls all gave me weird looks but I didn't care. I also got a few weird looks from people around me. I waited for the end of the bus journey for everyone to leave.

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P.S. Yes I know I'm a fucking weirdo who will probably die alone, but doing this sort of thing really doesn't feel wrong to me. It feels so fucking right, and it's the way I live.

I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.

My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).

So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.

Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.

I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.

When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”

Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”

My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.

So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.

The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.

We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”

That kind of turned them off.

We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.

Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.

I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.

Oh no.

They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.

He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”

The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”

Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”

“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.

“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”

“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”

“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.

“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.

She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.

My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”

Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”

When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”

“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”

“Sure…”

“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”

“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”

So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.

“Other than us, of course,” I said.

“You’re definitely a blessing.”

“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”

She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.

Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.

So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.

“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”

I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.

Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.

She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”

I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.

Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.

And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.

I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.

“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.

“Sorry.” I also stayed there.

“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”

I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.

“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”

Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.

I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.

And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.

“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.

My hope was restored.

Then she added, “Get changed.”

Hope tarnished.

“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”

“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said laughing.

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s make it awkward.”

I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.

But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”

And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.

I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.

I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”

“Sure, sure,” she said.

“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”

“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?

“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.

But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”

Oh I have… a lot.

Started going to a music festival held by a local radio station when I was 18. For 3 years I kept running into this one girl. She always wore the same shirt. She spent most of the time crowd surfing and would fall on my at least twice every concert. The 3rd year when she fell on me she hurt herself I ended up helping her to the the medic's tent. She was fine, but a little dizzy so we went into the empty grandstand. Started making out, eventually moved to a bathroom with a lock. We spent two sets fucking. Afterwards she ran off to find her people and I went back to the pit. The next year I saw her but wasn't able to get to her, the year after we said hi but she got dragged away by someone she was with. So 3 more years later we run into each other again. First thing I asked her was on a date, she agreed, gave me her number and took off. A week later we go on a date and I find out she is turning 17 in a month.
We dated for a few months. I fucked her every chance I got.

So this past weekend, I spent the night at my friend's stepdad's house with another buddy. Big, decent home with three bedrooms. We got there on Friday evening, and later got ready to go clubbing before midnight. Well, I used the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a shower, and to my surprise, I found underwear hanging in the bathroom�a bra, one pair of panties, in addition to a black, silky robe. I got somewhat turned on, but was somewhat tired of sleeping a few hours the night before and sleeping during the day. I am really not sure who else lives there, besides his stepdad, but he told me her biological mom stays there. So what I found must be from her.

We sleep late on Saturday, at 4am...the radio alarm from the master bedroom wakes me up at around 7am. I go turn it off, and I realize that that did not wake up my friend and our other buddy sleeping in the living room. I have a pantie fetish, so I raided the master bedroom's drawers with care and trying not to make a sound. Didn't find much, just the panties you can see on the pic. I had grabbed the leopard panties to take with me as I was still looking around the room, then I decide to take a pic of all the underwear I found with my cellphone. I thought of the idea, which I have not done it before, but will be a 1st try, to cum on one of the panties. I put aside the rest and left in front of me the white lacy/silky bra and pantie (on the bottom right corner of pic) to cum on because they look more appealing and sexy. I noticed the white panties were in reverse, so I start to jack off.

I didn't know how much I was going to cum because I was still tired, but was jacking off until I came on the crotch area, and a few drops fell on the side of the crotch area. It was not much that I came on the panties, so I didn't bother taking a pic. I go to the restroom, grab some toilet paper and wipe it off on both areas. I folded it, and put it back with the other underwear just how they were in the drawer. It was the first time I have ever done that: cum on a pantie and putting it back. Even though I was tired, it was naughty. Those bras were size Cs and Ds. Got fascinated by that. Unfortunately, I got off to the panties of a 40/50-yr-old woman, but it was naughty. Wish they were panties of a young girl, but I guess I'll look forward to that.

help me please this is so wrong.I am seriously tempted to buy a secret spy camera to put in my daughters room shes 12 and she has friends round for sleep-overs occasionally at the weekend.I'm really tempted and it's driving me a bit wild, I've looked online and found some cameras that look like clocks,radios even an mp3 docking-station with a camera.They are fully self contained recorders too and record for hours straight onto sd card which you later just slot into your laptop and play so there's no messing about with recievers and shit.The cams I've been looking at are pretty expensive I'm talking 3 or 4 hundred notes but I can afford it!This way I won't have the problem of sending wireless signals to a recorder and the problem of hiding a mini camera lens.So why do I want it? It's because I am crazy to see the little budding breasts of her little friends when they get undressed for the sleepover in her room and getting dressed again in the morning. Anything else that is captured on the cam will be a bonus!
I don't know how I'd feel about seeing my own daughter on the vid but I do know for a fact that I would be wanking furiously over seeing any of her friends on cam even if it didnt get to catch them naked or topless just spying on them will do.I know that later when I'm putting that card in the computer to see what I'd got I'd be excited close to cumming anyway.
I've seen her friends at breakfast in the morning in their pyjamas and I'm always straining to get a sneaky glimpse down their top but it's really risky and Ive never seen much.It's their little tits I'm interested in seeing at first.
I know I'd be breaking my daughters trust but what she doesnt know wont hurt her ...
Should I do it?should I spend the cash which I could spend on the family.should I take another step towards burning in hell for the sake of what will undoubtedly be fantastic wanks ? help!

Arse Radio (for a few mins) http://stream.m0d.info:8000/arse

Does anyone still have the video of the asian and blonde girl dancing to the radio? The asian tells the blonde what to do and how to dance.

My confession;

About 10 years ago my parents got divorced, so when I returned from university (I was about 22), I went to live with my dad (nothing against my mother, just job prospects were better in the city my father lives in).

Anyway, his new girlfriend has identical twin daughters about 3 years younger than me, both lovely girls, and very pretty (anonymities sake, we'll call them Kate and Sarah). I tried to hide the fact that I had a thing for them, but probably didn't do too good a job of it, because one evening I was home alone, and one of them, Kate, got back from work late, and upon hearing my TV on in my room, came in and climbed onto my bed to watch tv with me. She kept cuddling up to me, and though I should have tried harder to resist, I didn't, and the cuddle became a kiss, and the kiss became stroking and touching, and eventually sex. And it was fantastic. WAY better than any of my previous girlfriends. She knew EXACTLY what she wanted and wasn't afraid to tell me.

Afterwards, she fell asleep next to me, and I waited until my father returned home, and then climbed into a sleeping bag on the floor, just incase.

The next morning, I woke and left for work before she got up, and when I returned, she came into my room and told me that she was sorry and it shouldn't have happened. I felt fucking destroyed, but nontheless accepted that it probably shouldn't have happened. We both promised never to utter a word to anyone, and left it at that.

Fast forward about a year and I was moving out, and both girls, along with their mum and my dad, were helping me shift boxes and furniture.

As a thank you, and due to my lack of a cooker, I took them all out to dinner, where both Kate and Sarah had way too much to drink (not hammered, just much too drunk to drive). My dad gave Sarah a lift home, but Sarah's car was at my new house, and she needed it for work the next day. I suggested she stay at mine and just leave a little earlier in the morning, so she decided that was probably better than catching 3 busses just to get her car, plus she could help me unpack.

So we headed home and I stuck the radio on while I began unpacking when I noticed Sarah dancing quite provocatively. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she danced aroud the box maze that was my living room. Eventually, I thought fuck it, and tried to catch her eye, and when I did I gave her a bit of a cheeky smile (cheesy I know, but it was all I could think of doing!), and droped my stare.

Before i knew it, she was dancing up against me, so I figured I'd make the most of it, and turned around and "danced" with her, though it was more like just pushing myself against her gently as she rubbed herself against me.

I slipped my arms around her and pulled her in close and she leaned in to kiss me. Score! I slid my hands down to her ass, and as I did she began kissing me harder and harder. Before long we were tearing each others clothes off and having sex on the floor. Just like her sister, she took total control. I don't think I've ever been so worn out in my life after that - and i used to run long distance in school!! She was, dare I say it, even better than Kate.

The next morning she left for work, but before she did, she told me that we needed to talk about the previous night, so I agreed to go over to her house after work.

So that evening, I went round, secretly hoping for a second helping. When I got there she told me that she regretted us sleeping together, but not because we shouldn't have - Kate had told her about our night together, and though she regretted it, she wanted more, and Sarah, curious, decided to (her words, not mine) "try me out"!

We agreed that we wouldn't tell Kate, and to this day (7 or so years later), we still have fun from time to time, even through several boyfriends and girlfriends. The sex is still fantastic too.

I'm 31 now, and my girlfriend of 3 years is hinting that she wants to get married, but I'm relucant to do so, as I'd have to give up sleeping with my step-sister. Maybe I can squeeze another couple of years out of it... ;)

I have to bitch about fat chicks! I thought fat people were supposed to be jolly? One would imagine that a hefty individual might make an attempt to overcome their physical shortcomings by exercising a more cheerful personality. Not these trifling hoes....

Out at a local club last night with a couple of dudes, watchin' the Ravens lose. Not lookin' for anything but an Orange Crush and a jerked -chicken quesadilla. As the night rolls on, the DJ, in typical fashion, begins to ramp up the energy in the room. The ladies start dancing, the fellas start watching. My buddies and I are enjoying our pub grub. Things are good.

A herd of linebackers migrates to the dance floor, not far from where my crew was stationed at the bar. They're drunk, and they are ready to grind. There's the cute (but fat) one, the tall one, the thick one (looked like she preferred the vag), the shy (but fat) one and the one we nicknamed "Goliath". Goliath looks like she ran security for the rest of them... bout 6'5", 300+ lbs.

The Ravens lose and the next game comes on. No one in my group cares for either of the teams now playing, so we turn our attention to the dance floor to scope out the talent. Being the nice guy that I am, I strike up a friendly chat with the "shy" one. She's cool, easy enough to talk to. She wants to be a cop, and I can relate to that. We talk for a good ten minutes or so before I notice the "cute" one has maneuvered herself into a tactical grinding position against my left leg.

Now, I'm not much of a dancer, but I don't have the heart to say no to a women who has concluded that, after scanning the room (I picture the Terminator scanning his surroundings, data popping up on the screen and whatnot), my sweet ass is the one for her. So I go with it. Fuck it.

It's quickly apparent that this bitch is the drunkest of her posse. Her dance moves tease of the possibility of a rouge titty popping out, but it never happens, which is ok, because remember, she's fat. She's stumbling and mumbling and it looks like she's not making it out of the club with her dinner still inside of her belly. My buddies see what's going on and I can hear the fat jokes in their heads as they laugh and point.

My buddy walks up and hands me a cranberry and vodka. "Thanks brotha!" I take one sip before the sloppy drunk pile snatches it out of my hand (spilling a good portion of it) and within seconds the whole thing is gone. Oh well, at least I didn't pay for that drink, but this trifling hoe is getting to be obnoxious. I'm thinking that it's getting late, so the lights should be coming on any moment now.

WHAM! Drunky takes a mid-dance nap and hits the ground hard. I try to catch her arm before she makes contact, but the cellulite makes for a terrible handgrip, not that I could support her mass anyway, so she's down and dirty and the nasty bar floor. Her friend, the thick one, moves in to run a recovery mission, but she's not man enough to move her fat ass, so she calls for reinforcements.

Enter Goliath. Easily strong enough to pick all of her friends in one arm and a plate of cheesy fries in the other, Goliath scoops up her fallen comrade and turns her attention to me.

"What the fuck did you put in her drink?" Keep in mind, chubs stole MY drink.

Last call. Lights on. The thick one and the tall one help stabilize the cute one as they all make their way to the front door. I can see them starring me down, as if to accuse me of a wrong doing. The shy one has disappeared, probably pulling up the car (20 bux says all 1200 pounds of these bitches pile into a single 2-door Honda Civic.) Goliath is yelling something at me, but I'm not listening, I'm trying to remember if the bar has my card or not. They do. Better settle up. Fuck this huge bitch.

My crew and I pay our tabs and make our way out the door into the parking lot. WIN! There before us was a shiny black Honda Civic with 4 pissed off whales and one drunk manatee on the ground outside the passenger door. The front passenger seat, the center console and part of the dash was covered in cranberry colored vomit. Ha! I knew it!

The bison see us exit the building and the cussing begins. They really thought that I drugged this bitch. I mean, think about it, if was gonna spend my hard earned money on some sweet roofies, wouldn't I pick a victim that I could get into bed without the aid of a forklift? I don't even own a forklift. Fuck. I'ma punch these hoes in their Adam's Apples.

Goliath runs to grab a nearby security man. I hear her screaming to call the cops while she points her sausage man-fingers at me, and I see the security guy grab his radio. Time to get the fuck out of Dodge!

We jump into my buddy's Camry and squeal wheels out of there. As we drive off I look back to see a collective single-finger salute, to which I return fire, all the while maintaining a big smile on my face. Bye bye fatties.

I thought I had posted, but I can't find what I though I had posted...

In any case, I feel that with the community that exists in the chat room (and elsewhere, probably... maybe) Motherless should have a radio station.

I'm in a cop bar on a Friday arvo, downing a few cold ones with a few work buddies. I'd just completed a beat of the CBD, and had busted two crack whores and their pimp for hustling and beat up two gangstas for showing too much lip to me when I was on the beat. Good day.

Anyway, this nigga come up with an attitude. He's dressed in all that fly-boy gangsta crap, but he's clearly not legit - the clothes are too fresh, the bling is too fake, and you can smell the fear in him. He's a wannabe. He's on some dare from his gang, maybe an initiation. So he starts razzing us, saying he's fucking all our wives with his mega-long dick, and how he's going to pop one at us.

We don't pay him mind. See, the cop bar is closely watched. When he's on the street, we'll radio a patrol to pick him up and take him back to the station where we'll introduce ourselves to him at our leisure.

But then his bitch walks in. She's a hot-looking tottie, with a short skirt and high heels and makeup like a ho. She's eighteen or nineteen at most. And so a couple of my buddies wink at me, and we know what to do.

We stitch the guy out proper, drag him to the restrooms where we proceed to wail on his ass. His girl's screaming at us to stop, but we don't pay her no mind, either. What's a young black girl gonna do to us, hey?

She's pleading for us to stop. And then my buddy, the one with the sadistic wink, whispers in her ear. You can see her eyes widen as she hears what he says, and her lips start trembling. But she's a good girl and she loves that no-good loser boyfriend of hers. So she walks out to the back alley with my friend. My friends all takes turns going out to the alley, and finally, it's my turn.

She's still pretty. The tears are all dried and she smells like sweet, rotten roses. Her clothes are torn, and there are bruises on her arms where the guys have squeezed too much. I look her up and down, but her eyes are glazed over and I can tell she's gone, left the building, out in a better place.

I put a fifty in her hand, throw her worthless boyfriend out the door, and tell her that if we ever catch that little shit hanging around our bar again, she'll end up as black and blue as her comatose boyfriend.

It amazes me how many videos of people fucking, or a guy getting a blow job,has the TV or radio blaring in the background?

Motherless-radio How do log on to it?

Heard this question on the radio and figured it would be perfect here: When you're in the middle of a good sex session, what music do you have playing in the backround (if any music is there)?

Gee i guess that old moron Harold Camping did his math wrong again !!! and to think there enough retarded people in this country that follow this moron and have donated enough money so that his Family Radio broadcasting network is now worth 117 million. i guess Karl Marx was right in saying "religion is the opiate of the masses" Thank you for Mr Camping kinda make us godless commies look so intelligent

I want to know where to buy a good spy cam. can you get it from anyplace other than the internet. Ive checked best buy and radio shack. Can anyone help

DOES ANY OF YOU FUCKERS REMEMBER A VIDEO UP ON THIS FUCKING SITE WITH 2 YOUNG FUCKING GIRLS BOTH IN PANTIES AND BRA DANCING AROUND IN THEIR BED ROOM ONE WAS LIKE "THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG!" WHEN AKON - RIGHT NOW NOW NOW FUCKING CAME ON THE MOTHER FUCKING RADIO!! NOW DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M FUCKING TALKING ABOUT?!!??!

got a new truck...2002 Dodge Ram QC Sport...im sixteen...got straight a's for years plus paid for some the truck...did some mods already and this is what it looks like

Custom Taillight
FireStone Ride Rite Air rear airbags (for increased payload and better ride)
Spectre Cold Air intake (the real deal no fake shit)
front vents through the grill for gold air
Powerwire (15rwhp tricks the cold air sensor to think its colder...more gas)
Transmission line booster(increased pressure in the line quicker shifts)
4.56 Tall gears (1600 fucking dollars well worth)
better tires
subs (8 speaker surround)
7inch touch radio (GPS Bluetooth and DVD, Backup Camera 320watt)

There's this video of a girl dancing in a sports bra and green panties. it's a old video, but i cant seem to find it again. she's in front of a mirror and has a little radio on the floor playing the music. anyone know the link?

So when I was 20 I went to a music festival that one of the radio stations puts on. I had been going for a few years, but this was the first time I was single. I tended to spend most of my time in the Pit looking at the little girls flashing their tits and feeling up the crowd surfers.

A few bands into the day, some young hottie falls right on my fucking head. I offer to help her back up but she says no, I offer to let her sit on my shoulders and she said yes. So She gets up there and is flashing her tits to everyone. Eventually I put her down and we talk. Now she actually fell on me and another kid, and he stuck around too. At this point I point out to her that everyone but me got to see her tits, so she pulls up her shit and even lets he grab them.

She 18 cute and there with her sister and friends, who joined us a short time latter. So the other guy ends up steal her attention from me, but her little sister who's 14 is getting friendly with me. Charity was very short and cute, but in the curvy kinda way, not fat but a bit plump. So she proceeds to lead me around by the hand for the next two hours.

At one point the crowd got rough and with were getting tossed around pretty bad. I ended up with my arm around her chest, me hand right on her tit. When she smiled at me a slipped my hand down her shirt and began to play. We also started making out, it was a weird position. She had her back to me her head turned, I'm close to 6 foot and she couldn't have been much over 5'2". Eventually I end up fingering her while she gives me a hand job, right in the middle of the Pit. If anyone noticed no one said anything. That's as far as it got their.

I walked them to their ride, Her mom and the mom's boyfriend picked them up. I got her number. Turns out she lives 100 miles away, which is a bit over a 2 hour drive. We talk on the phone a could times, eventually I make plans to visit.

So I get to her house, knock on the door. No answer. I go for a short drive, come back half an hour later. Bang on the door again, hear movement. She answers the door wrapped in a towel. We had talked about sex and what we had done, and what we might do. She was still a virgin at the time. She said she didn't want to see where things lead when we saw each other.

Well I couldn't help my self. I stepped forward and kissed her. I tugged on her towel letting it drop to the floor. She had been in the shower when I first knocked, and was getting dress the second time. So she was in her bra and panties. I pull out one of her tits and start sucking on it, put my hand down her panties. After a few minutes of doing this in her doorway, luckily it was on the rear of the house, she grabs my arm and leads me upstairs.

In her room and quickly strip while she does the same. I push her down and she grabs my cock and starts to suck on it like it was the last source of air on the planet. It was amazing, she could probably suck a golf ball through a garden hose. I still think she was lying about it being her first blowjob. I stop her before blowing my load, and push her back onto the bed, and go to town on her pussy. Nothing taste a sweet as a virgins pussy.

When I couldn't take it any more and moved up, rubbed my head on her soaking wet pussy, and pushed in. She gasped at every inch I put in. I went nice a slow for a while, until she loosened up. Then started to pound her. I let her on top for a while, eventually ending up in doggy.

She had just taken a shower and her asshole look inviting, so I sucked on my finger and poked it right in her pooper. She screamed a bit at that but didn't stop me. I ended up grabbing her lotion for the nightstand and squirting some on her ass. I worked it until I got two fingers in. Then three. Then I pulled out of her pussy and slide into her ass. It hurt her at first but she started to love it quickly. It was so tight it sold me on anal. Never managed to convince my previous girls to try it. I pounded her ass until I busted my nut right in her ass.

Tired as all hell, I dropped down next to her and said HI. We actually hadn't spoken the entire time. A few grunts and oh yeahs, but never actually said anything to each other. We jumped in the shower real quick to clean off, dried and dress. We had only been downstairs 10 minutes when her mom got home, she left work early. This is also when I find out that her mom and her mom's boyfriend are Probation officers, hell their dog is a retired drug sniffing dog. I nearly shit my self.

Her mom thought I had only just turned 18, and only arrived a half an hour before her. It was worth it though, some of the best sex in my life. Over the rest of that summer I visited 2 more times, but we never had the chance to fuck again. Then she "broke up" with me, she couldn't handle the long distance. I didn't know we had been dating. But I used it to sleep with the sister. Feigned being heart broken, cried on her shoulder. Got drunk together and fucked. Not much to tell there, just your average booze fueled fuck frenzy. I had to go home commando because she ripped my boxers in half getting them off.

Looking for a webcam video, Stickam I believe, of a teenaged boy and girl. The boy was wearing a flannel patterned button up shirt. The girl had on large pink sunglasses, was a brunette. They were also listening to the radio. First they did nothing, then eventuallyed 69'ed, then fucked, and he came on her face and glasses.

I've looked all over and I can't find this video anywhere.

I confess when I heard on the radio about the facebook page everyone is crying about I got rather hard,

Although rape is not normally a fantasy of mine I did get turned on thinking about chasing a young girl down an alley.

www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/15130624

I confess I want to jerk off on the counter at Radio Shack while the store attendant is checking the price for a 12V AC adapter.

My girlfriend and I have been together for 6 years. We have a great sex life, and started getting more adventurous. Started with toys and talking dirty, to flashing in public, then to daring her to answer the door naked. It was hot af. Then started fucking on hotel balconies, and kept progressing. What finally took it further, was after I came in her mouth, she grabbed and kissed me. That led to fantasy talks about imagining kissing her after she sucked another guys dick… after a few weeks, I started bringing up names of our co workers, friends etc. one day at work, she sent me a nude, and I told her I was going to show a buddy of mine. She went radio silent for 10 minutes, and I thought she was pissed. Then she sent me a vid of her in bed, and said here’s another for him to see! Then started saying I wouldn’t, I was scared, and that I would go crazy knowing a guy I work with seen her. Finally, I told her to send another, as I was going to show him some YouTube video, and I was gonna let it pop up while he had my phone. Well she did, and I watched as he opened the text. I acted like I diddnt know, then went to grab my phone. He switched screens back, but I checked and it was still open. This was the start of sharing my gf! More to come

the vid he seen

I got up today with the need to post the rant below, and seeing the posts on the soapbox section today I now see why, odd.

To all you white racist spewing retards on this site. As a white, I'm telling you;
If you hate them so much and don't like the way they have been "taking over" just
remember fucking this. This nation used to be white controlled, so the only way they have
anything is because you white retards gave it to them. And if you hate them so fucking
much then stop walking like them, talking like them, and getting into their things, your
just fueling their fire. And if you're a white-collared, tie-wearing, but-fucking businessman;
ease up on the hip pop and rap televised commercials and radio stations that's polluting
"your white America", and trying to make profit off of them. Do this and just shut the fuck up
and stay on your side of the fence and let them stay on theirs. From what I see its whites
that are the fucking moronic problem, and if the blacks take over it may just be a better
world and the Indians may get their land back.

This has been your white public service announcement of today.......
Thank you

Just really bored, but what's the best NON-porn movie you've seen lately? Oddly enough I've found the last couple of more independent movies I've watched were better than most of the big studio ones. I'll admit 'Pirate Radio' was better than I thought it would be, but I was more impressed with 'Moon' and 'Ink' as far as indies go. 'The Fourth Kind' just looks like a bunch of Hollywood "this is real, we swear (but maybe it's not)" tripe, despite my liking of Milla, but I used to live in Nome and never heard of anyone being abducted by little green men. '2012' looks impressive on the destruction scale and how much work went into all the CGI, but the story is a bit weak. 'Twilight: New Moon', let's just say I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty fork rather than watch that teenage goth/vamp masturbatory aid. Anyway anyone else who's bored feel free to give your cinematic two cents.

Video Request: Old video, maybe earlier 2000s of a white girl with corn rows stuck in a radio station (due to a storm or something) and getting fucked by two bbc. 

can’t seem to find it but I remember seeing here. Any help would be appreciated

I got banned from Chat. Big deal. Motherless chat used to be a fun place to go, but the conservatives have taken it over and turned into the same as their FM radio talk shows. All anyone talks about any more is politics. I have other places to chat so being banned from a conservative talk show don't amount to nothing.

Just returned from a 3-day 2-night trip to Vegas that my main squeeze won in a radio contest, and surprised me with the day before we left. Had a great time, saw David Copperfield, had a dinner in an upscale restaurant (part of the prize), and screwed ourselves into oblivion each night with me shooting loads into each of her holes.

What a great little fuck toy you are Holly. I think I will keep you.