Cheese.      

Say 'Cheese'.

God I want to live and breathe filthy cocks, I want to get my pathetic throat fucked hard and deep, making me choke and gag on it. I want imy tongue to scoop up all the thick smegma built up so that I could eat up all the nasty dick cheese.

I need them to just break me, maybe even scrape that hot cock filth so they can stuff me with it and humiliate me more. Id love my pussy pounded until my womb is utterly backed up by cum so the men breeding me have no choice but to fill my nasty virgin shitter after having already so cruelly deflowered my poor sopping pussy. I want to be left gaping with their seed, my newly shaped anus a perfect rosebud after fisting it. I want them to piss on me and make me drink it, I'll become their living toilet and drink it all up. I need those nasty dicks with their creamy cheese so bad

My ex. She let me fuck her in the butt the night this pic was taken. She was drunk and had eaten some nachos and cheese so she farted and had some gas, but it didn't stop me. Her ass was perfect, I pounded it hard. Got a little mud on the helmet but she still sucked me off and swallowed my load. I have more pics of this girl if interested.

I love dick cheese and musky cocks, there's something unbelievably hot about a cock filled with nasty, smelly smegma. Yet it's so delicious, the feeling on my tongue is enough for me to lose my mind. Can anyone share pics of their cocks, preferably smelly, sweaty and caked in cock cheese. My pussy is aching to see it all

i'm having a prob trying to write like an ongoing diary here on the confessions board. i haven't been able to figure out how to keep what i write all in one place. someone did try to explain it to me in a reply and i thought i understood but it doesn't seem to be working. also i don't get the op password thing. if anyone has advice please let me know. anyway i cut and pasted all together the posts i did before and they appear below. nothing much has happened since sunday. i will write here whenever i have any new fun to tell about.

i'm having lots of fun with this teasing thing. daddy-ken, my stepdad, is def liking it too for sure. besides it being fun showing him some skin, we have a secret from mom and everyone else that makes it even more naughty and fun. when he walked in on me unexpectedly down in the washroom and saw me topless it kinda surprised me how i felt, how i liked how he was looking at me. i really didn't have any plan or anything to flash him my tits again or do this tease. but then as he continued to seriously check me out it turned me on. so i decided why not do more. hence i let him get a good look full on at my pussy (wearing panties) when we were alone on the couch. i also have been daring and done some little flirtytease things when my mom was around us.

on sunday afternoon we started decorating our house for xmas. not the tree trimming because we didn't buy the tree yet, but all the other stuff. mom was in charge of the inside decorating and daddy-ken was in charge of the outside decorating. i was like their little santa's elf helper. it started off that mom and i were inside and daddy-ken was bringing stuff inside from the attic over the garage. the three of us were getting stuff organized inside putting all the things where they go in whatever rooms. we were in the diningroom with stuff on the table talking about it. i saw daddy-ken checking me out and i gave him a smile like uh huh we have a naughty secret don't we? i still had on the dress i had worn to church and i started bending over picking things up and shaking my booty. mom was clueless of course. he tells us he needs to get busy with the outside decorations and maybe i can help him take things down from the attic. i went and changed into jeans and a yellow cotton zippered top, no bra. i went downstairs and into the garage. daddy-ken was up in the attic and he was handing things down to me as he was on the steps of the ladder attached to the attic. of course now i had unzipped the top some so he could get a look (and as i was getting dressed a few minutes ago i was thinking some naughty thoughts and playing with my nipples and they were still swelled and hard). i felt like he knew i was going to do it - show for him - and he was happy i was continuing our fun. neither of us has said anything but of course we both know what's going on. so we were working away there and it wasn't at all boring lol. he knew i went and changed and no bra just for him and i had unzipped to give him a look at my tits again. he def likes what he sees!

so like i said before i really hadn't planned on doing this but it's so fun and exciting i will probably keep doing it. i'm sure he wants me to keep up my firtytease fun and show him more. also i like to think he wants to do something too...touch me or maybe show me what he's got hmmm. i'm not sure what i would do if he ever did anything. but i like thinking about it. the thought makes me wet. i love the thought too of him thinking about doing something more and getting hard thinking about me. i will keep writing here about what happens. this is like my naughty daddy-ken diary :)

***

so since my stepdad and i had our little moment there down in the washroom when he unexpectedly walked in on me when i was topless taking my stuff out of the dryer, i have been having some fun teasing him...sometimes even when my mom, who is clueless, is home. it's for sure that daddy-ken liked what he saw that day and that he is liking that i am doing this. and i confess, it's also for sure that i like that he likes checking me out. i like the attention. hence, i have been giving him chances to get in some peeks. i know it's naughty, but it's so fun. and it turns me on. it's like we have this naughty secret thing going on between us.

the other day i was taking a walk with my friend jenn around this pond where we live and daddy-ken drove by and honked the horn and waved hi to us. jenn thinks he's cute and she has said things about him more than once. so she made a comment as he drove by. i was so tempted to tell her about what happened and our naughty game. but i didn't.

a little example of our naughty game and why i like playing it with him and how my kinky brain works...the other night mom was upstairs in their room and daddy-ken and i are downstairs. we're on the couch and he's watching tv and i'm laying there at the opposite end listening to tunes on my iphone while i read about a homework assignment that i have to go do in a few minutes. i have on a long t and bikini panties. i feel like having some fun and i decide yes it's time he got a look below the waist. so i spread my legs and to get his attention i start singing softly out loud the song i'm listening to. i see him look over at me and i am making believe i don't see him checking me out, i just keep singing along and moving my legs back and forth in time with the music. i am loving that he is getting a really good look between my thighs, even if i have panties on. tease tease daddy-ken...like what you see? maybe one day you will get to see it without panties on. would you like that? i think we both would haha.

so then i go up to my room and do my homework. i hear him come upstairs after a bit and go into their bedroom and i pause from trying to memorize stupid history dates. i think to myself...hmmm i wonder if i made him hard and now he is going to fuck mom while he thinks about reaching between my legs and pulling aside my panties to see my pussy. if i wanted to i could have gone and listened at their door to see if anything was going on in there. but i didn't. instead i reached down and went with that thought...daddy-ken's fingers doing their thing to my pussy. mmmmm

***

it's a saturday late morning. just awake, i am home alone. my mom, a nurse, is at work. my older brother is away at college. my stepdad, as always on saturdays, is at golf. i look in the mirror and think yeah i have looked better. i take a moment to pull a brush through my long, wavy auburn hair and i pull it back in a ponytail and tie it with a scrunchie. i slide the two clothes baskets out of the closet and pick various pieces of clothing and undies up off the floor, chair, wherever, and hurriedly sort the whites from the colors. i slip the t-shirt which i had slept in up over my head and toss it in a basket. i leave on the capri length silky flower print jammy bottoms and slip on the white cotton blouse with the rounded collar which i had worn to school yesterday, buttoning just a couple of buttons below my round, c cup breasts. i opt to do the colors first and carry the basket down to the lower level little room where the washer & dryer are. i put the wash in and go up to the kitchen and sit at the table and have breakfast...a bowl of life cereal, half an everything bagel with cream cheese, oj. i flip thru a shopping flyer while i eat.

i go in the livingroom and sit down on the carpet and do some stretching as i watch tv. after a little while i go listen at the top of the stairs and hear that yes the washer stopped. i go down and move the colored clothes into the dryer. i run back up to my bedroom to get the whites, but decide i really don't need to do them right now. i push the basket back into the closet. i get undressed, go brush my teeth (again), find a new razor and go into the shower. i do my ritual in the nice, hot, steamy place...shampoo twice, conditioner no rinse, body wash all over, do mylegs, pits, and kitty then rinse conditioner out of hair, turn up the hot and just stand there under the shower for a few more moments. done. i dry off. i slip on the jammy bottoms. that's it.

i start down to the washroom, but stop and reconsider. yeah maybe i will do the whites. i grab the basket and go down to the washroom. i get the whites going in the washer. i open the dryer and start taking stuff out, contemplating what i will wear now and later too. i am looking for that top when all of a sudden...there he is! my stepdad is standing there with his bag of golf clubs. i'm topless. but i don't freak. he doesn't either. 'sorry', he says. 'i didn't know you were down here'. i find the green silky top and turn around and slip it on. i turn around fixing my still damp hair and say 'it's ok. i didn't know anyone was home. how was golf'? now he is seriously staring at my boobs within the top and he takes a few moments to answer, then 'huh oh yeah golf was uh good'. 'that's good i say' as i pull the rest of the clothes outta the dryer and drop them in the basket. i pick it up and start by him as he is going to the other room behind me to put the golf clubs away. but he puts the bag down and says, 'i got it' as he takes the basket from me. he carries it up the stairs and i follow behind him.

we get to my room and i go to take the basket. he asks me 'where'? i carry it with him to the bed and dump the clothes out on the bed. he is again seriously looking at my boobs and this time looking right down into my top. it doesn't freak me though because he's not doing it in a weird, pervy way...but kinda admiringly. i'm actually kinda surprised how it makes me feel. i look at him and smile, so as to say - i see you looking and it's okay, i like that you are looking and that you like what you saw/see. hmmmm.

i start folding stuff and putting things away and we're talking. we're talking and he's still looking at me the whole time, but not trying to hide that he is. we have a little moment there. i'm done folding and i tell him i need to get dressed. he says 'oh yeah sure' and he leaves. i close the door. i think wow hmmm that was...different. not that i have never thought naughty forbidden thoughts about him/us before in my most private of times. i wonder has he ever?...yes i bet he has! i like thinking that.

I confess that at times the mods here can really cheese me off.

Twice now I've used the "random" feature to find images on HB that are provocative. I then posted those same images (images I found on HB), along with a "confession" designed to provoke a response.

And both times, the mods removed my posting within 24 hours.

To explain further, the first pic was a teen girl wearing a bra (couldn't see below the waist), with braces. The comment I made was something along the lines of her being desirable, even with the braces. The second pic was a pencil drawing of a nude girl, about age 4-6, and I asked people to say if they felt it was "ART"?

And in both cases, even though I found the original pix on HB, my post was removed within 24 hours. Furthermore, the first photo, while "sexy" did not show any nudity at all. And the second was a handmade pencil drawing, could have been created purely from imagination, and therefore not depicting anything except fantasy on the part of the artist.

i likes cheese

are there any honest, true, hott,horny folks, females, males, cpls, subs, cpls where there are switches, etc. for this dominate Master and my love, slave naan? wild, dirty, kinky, slutty whores, where anything taboo goes who are what they/you ARE/DO WHAT YOUR WORDS SAY? it seems all these posts ask about others, rate my cock, would you fuck my sisters, aunts daughters teacher, well fuck yeah, BUT what about YOU, in the first person? we are also slutty fucking whores as well, hell we gave up meeting anyone face to face, but what about a great texting/pm which harms no one becum really intense and lets go. what is this site about, children who tell stories and string out bullshit for ...... CUM on, really honest, truthful folks with real honest, truthful sexual inner pent up "Wants'n'Needs" to explore as well as those all ready going on, we want the same.
not once has any person no matter what the kink answered a note being serious, it is a fucking shame, i could go to that place "CHUCKY CHEESE" and find more truthful real people for they know pretty much the truth.
my challenge is this, who is as willing as we are to be as honest and open as we are BUT REAL,
i wonder if that is really difficult.
now is a good time...

I confess that I think I have an unhealthy obsession with feet. As long as they're on a cute/beautiful female, I never miss a chance to get a glance at them, especially if she's wearing flip-flops. I also find myself fantasizing about licking the sweat/dirt/foot cheese off of a very beautiful girl's soles/toes. I'm obsessed with how I think they would smell.

Here is a prime example of how desperate I am for feet: I just got out of a relationship with an extremely cute girl who is a dancer for her high school's dance team and dancing was one of her regular day-to-day activities. She would send me nudes often and while she had a very gorgeous body and one of the juiciest and most adorable little vaginas I've ever seen, I have more pictures of her feet than anything else. Well...maybe I guess I haven't counted. I have a more pics of her vagina and feet than anything else, I should say. I liked the fact that she was a dancer, so she used her feet a LOT. She would come home and tell me that they smell bad and whatnot. I found myself with a raging hardon every time she told me this, because I longed to just fucking go to town on those things with my tongue, even after one of her day long dance practices.

I also like watching porn where the girl is completely naked and she is getting railed by the guy, and her feet are in full view. If anyone knows of any videos, and could link me to them, that would be great. But anyway...yeah. Thanks for reading.

I would pack up a sub sandwich, hopefully she eats meat, take her to the park, spread out a blanket, bring a picnic basket, pour her some wine, and let her talk while we eat an amazing lunch of cheese, olives, salad, sandwich. No flies or pigeons. I hate flies and pigeons.

I was sitting in McDonald's last night trying to enjoy a quarter pounder with cheese and some nigger cunt and her little fucking niglets were yelling and acting all uppity. And what's with that nigger smell???

All you Motherless teachers, subs or otherwise, with a taste for cheese pizza -- I confess, your numbers are dwindling:

http://www.cleveland.com/metro/index.ssf/2012/04/three_men_indicted_for_possess.html

CLEVELAND, Ohio � A trio of Cuyahoga County residents were indicted Wednesday for possessing child pornography following a collaborative investigation by law enforcement agencies and the Ohio Internet Crimes Against Children Task Force.
Indicted were Edward Marton, 25, of Independence; David Kerekes, 54, of Parma; and Jason Cardillo, 30, of Parma.
Marton, a substitute teacher in several school districts, was indicted on 68 counts of pandering sexually oriented matter involving a minor, one count of illegal use of a minor in nudity-oriented material, and one count of possessing criminal tools.
Kerekes was indicted on the same three charges, but with 140 counts. He had more than 40 child pornographic videos on six compact discs.
Cardillo had five pairs of women's undergarments in his bedroom which he claimed he took from a local laundromat. Cardillo was indicted on 10 counts of pandering sexually oriented matter involving a minor, 31 counts of illegal use of a minor in nudity-oriented material, and one count of possessing criminal tools.

So two morning ago I went over to Safeway to get some groceries. After I parked my golf cart and on the way to the front door, I passed the UPS store. There was this man going into UPS struggling with what looked like of stack of 8-10 boxes and packages. I opened the door for him, he went in thanking me, and I went on my way.

At Safeway, I bought some stuff (milk, eggs, cheese, raison bread, and so forth) and after checking out I decided to get a latte at Starbucks in the store. When I was on line to pay, the same man was suddenly appeared from behind, pulled out his credit card, and told the cashier that my order was on him. He got regular coffee and we sat to chat for about half an hour. He was really a sweet guy. He retired from the Marines after 20 years and then put 20 years in with the department of corrections. Like I said, he seemed like a sweet guy. A little while later, he was fucking me and filling me with cum.

The moral is, even if you are a mature gilf, showing some kindness goes a long long way, and I mean long. Feel free to comment and as Pat Benatar sung, hit me with your best shot.

They had to close

the pool.

Due to an infectious disease.

That was not cool!

But to maintain peace

the pool had to drool

and leak and release

the water, its jewel

to everyones mischief.

So, it's Back To School,

the squirrels retreat up their trees,

because some fool

would tease

the simplest of rule:

"Please,

do not ridicule
cheese."

I need a Daddy. Not a father, not a dad, but a Daddy. Not just for the super hot sexy times that come with that, but also (here's where the cheese begins) love.

I do the whole D/s, ageplay thing, and while some of my fantasies are sweet and light hearted, others run pretty dark. Finding a guy at the bar who would be down is unlikely to happen.

I confess that while I like that what I want is different, it's often like beating my head against a brick wall. Just for the sake of shit being easier, I occasionally wish I were a boring vanilla girl.

Who wants some cheese pizza?

The smell of vinegar and cheese. My HR director knows I’m her biggest fan. I get these daily from her. I’ve had my way with them. 

I confess, the only good thing about the English is you can use their teeth as a cheese grater!

Any of you guys ever have chick tell you your dick smelled like cheese?

Going to the grocery store

Excuse me, do you have cream cheese here?

she showed me where the cream cheese was

"thank you."

I then took my wine, broccoli and cream cheese to the register.

At the register i encountered a tall man young man arguing with the employee.

He was talking to this small framed woman "You don't have to give me that attitude! You don't have to speak to me like that! [blah, blah, blah, blah, nonsense]."

After a while of this man's verbal diarrhea i stepped inbetween them.

He said "Are you witnessing this?"

I said nothing.

And the woman lead me to the counter where i could check out my groceries. She did her job while we listened to the verbal diarrhea.

She rang me up and i paid for my groceries.

More verbal diarrhea directed at the female "I see your face! I'm going to speak to your manager!"

I responded to him "And my face!! Look at my face!"

verbal diarrhea "I see your face. And you're wearing a Polo shirt."

I said "My name is Jim."

Whiney bitch boy ranted a bit more and left the grocery store.

I calmed down a bit. And i think that she also calmed down. [although she was being completely composed and calm through this entire situation]

I said the woman "I'd like to speak to your manager."

She called her manager over.

i said "That guy was spouting off about nothing!!! She's just doing her job!" I went on.

The manager listened to me. I was upset. She said "Thank you."

it's a saturday late morning. just awake, i am home alone. my mom, a nurse, is at work. my older brother is away at college. my stepdad, as always on saturdays, is at golf.

i look in the mirror and think yeah i have looked better. i take a moment to pull a brush through my long, wavey auburn hair and i pull it back in a ponytail and tie it with a scrunchie.

i slide the two clothes baskets out of the closet and pick various pieces of clothing and undies up off the floor, chair, wherever, and hurriedly sort the whites from the colors. i slip the t-shirt which i had slept in up over my head and toss it in a basket. i leave on the capri length silky flower print jammy bottoms and slip on the white cotton blouse with the rounded collar which i had worn to school yesterday, buttoning just a couple of buttons below my round, c cup breasts. i opt to do the colors first and carry the basket down to the lower level little room where the washer & dryer are. i put the wash in and go up to the kitchen and sit at the table and have breakfast...a bowl of life cereal, half an everything bagel with cream cheese, oj. i flip thru a shopping flyer while i eat.

i go in the livingroom and sit down on the carpet and do some stretching as i watch tv. after a little while i go listen at the top of the stairs and hear that yes the washer stopped. i go down and move the colored clothes into the dryer. i run back up to my bedroom to get the whites, but decide i really don't need to do them right now. i push the basket back into the closet.

i get undressed, go brush my teeth (again), find a new razor and go into the shower. i do my ritual in the nice, hot, steamy place...shampoo twice, conditioner no rinse, body wash all over, conditioner on my legs, pits, kitty...shave, rinse conditioner out of hair, turn up the hot and just stand there under the shower for a few more relaxing wonderful moments. done.

i dry off. i slip on the jammy bottoms. that's it. i start down to the washroom, but stop and reconsider. yeah maybe i will do the whites. i grab the basket and go down to the washroom. i get the whites going in the washer. i open the dryer and start taking stuff out, contemplating what i will wear now and later too. i am looking for that top when all of a sudden...there he is! my stepdad is standing there with his bag of golf clubs. i'm topless. but i don't freak. he doesn't either. 'sorry', he says. 'i didn't know you were down here'. i find the green silky top and turn around and slip it on. i turn around fixing my still damp hair and say 'it's ok. i didn't know anyone was home. how was golf'? now he is seriously staring at my boobs within the top and he takes a few moments to answer, then 'huh oh yeah golf was uh good'. 'that's good i say' as i pull the rest of the clothes outta the dryer and drop them in the basket. i pick it up and start by him as he is going to the other room behind me to put the golf clubs away. but he puts the bag down and says, 'i got it' as he takes the basket from me. he carries it up the stairs and i follow behind him.

we get to my room and i go to take the basket. he asks me 'where'? i carry it with him to the bed and dump the clothes out on the bed. he is again seriously looking at my boobs and this time looking right down into my top. it doesn't freak me though because he's not doing it in a weird, pervy way...but kinda admiringly. i'm actually kinda surprised how it makes me feel. i look at him and smile, so as to say - i see you looking and it's okay, i like that you are looking and that you like what you saw/see. hmmmm.

i start folding stuff and putting things away and we're talking. we're talking and he's still looking at me the whole time, but not trying to hide that he is. we have a little moment there.

i'm done folding and i tell him i need to get dressed. he says 'oh yeah sure' and he leaves. i close the door. i think wow hmmm that was...different. not that i have never thought naughty forbidden thoughts about him/us before in my most private of times. i wonder has he ever?...yes i bet he has! i like thinking that.

end of part 1

I'm at it again. While surfing through the net I came across a cookbook. As I am alone, I am always interested in simple recipe's. But I think I will pass on this particular book. Cooking with Semen. It did get me to thinking. We have all heard of the, hopefully, urban legend of the Taco Bell sour cream. Some women swallow it. Most have tasted it and most don’t find it particularly distasteful. And it is primarily protein.
Years ago a female friend of mine just had to see me one morning. I went to her apartment and she proceeded to tell me that she had caught her boyfriend with another woman. She was going to have him over for supper and break up with him. Then she asked me if I masturbated. I was kind of surprised and finally said that I did at times. Then she asked me if I could do it now. I told her that I was sure that I could but why? She said that she wanted me to do it in a small bowl. Her boyfriend likes Blu Cheese dressing on his salad and she was going to make a special batch and tell him what was in it in a few days. She said that he wouldn’t even kiss her after oral, so that would fix him good. As much as I hated to, I told her that I wouldn’t feel right doing that. I wouldn’t want it done to me and I didn’t want to do it to someone else. The she asked me if I wanted her to do it for me. Now that was tempting as much as I love hand jobs, but  as hard as it was(difficult may be a better word), I had to decline. She said that she understood.
I am sure that she got a volunteer later.
Now I am wondering. Is this common? I am half scared to eat at someone else’s house now. It wouldn’t kill me and I will kiss a woman after oral and don’t feel less of a man when I admit that I have tasted it in a partners mouth. It's not unpleasant. I just don’t think that I'd want to make it a steady diet.
Has anyone else run into anything similar? I would love to hear your thoughts on this.

Part 16: [rest of the story on my profile :) ]

This is about Haley again (look at part 13 if you dont remember). At her 26th birthday I fucked her. At that point Anna was already pregnant with her second kid (guess who the father is ;) ).

A week after Haleys birthday we had a date. We went swimming in a lake. You had to pay for swimming there, but in turn, there were changing cabins. We changed in different cabins, I just put on simple trunks. Haley changed into a swimsuit. I usually prefer bikinis, but her swimsuit was so tight fitting, it was sexier than any bikini could have been. We were shy around each other, like teenagers on a first date. I complimented her on her looks and she blushed. Then I took her hand. She hesitated for a split second, but then smiled.
Me:"It feels right."
H:"yes."
We chose a place to put our blanket down, then directly went swimming. It was a hot summer day, so a lot of people were at the lake, especially on the lakefront. So we decided to swim to the middle of the lake. When we got there we started making out. Wasnt so easy since we had to stay afloat. We failed and laughed alot, but some kisses landed where they belonged. Eventually, we swam back. We stayed in the water for a while longer. We had brought some picnic stuff, some bread, cheese, grapes. We ate some, then Haley laid on her back. I started feeding her grapes, then started throwing them so she had to catch them with her mouth. Afterwards we went swimming once again, before we decided to leave. I pulled Haley into a "Family" cabin. I hugged her from behind and slit my fingers between her legs. She moaned softly, so I put a hand on her mouth. When my fingers went into her pussy, it was already wet. And no, not from water. She bent over and I dropped my trunks. I pushed her suit bottoms aside and slit my dick right in her wet hole. I went in so fast, a muffled moan escaped her throat. I pulled out a little to ease the tension, but she immediately pushed her hips back and herself onto my dick. In a few moments we were fucking hard. We made sure not to make any noises or shake the walls. Her pussy gushed after just a few minutes. She signaled me to stop and went down on her knees. Her lips and mouth felt warm against my dick. She sucked me off like she needed my cum to survive. I came after just a few seconds. She swallowed every bit of cum.

We got dressed and went to a restaurant. The food was great, Haley looked amazing in her yellow low cut top and shorts. Afterwards we went back to the lake, but at a spot where you cant swim. As we watched the sun went down, I spontaneously asked Haley:"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
She looked surprised. Then she cuddled closer towards me and said "yes." We stood there for a minute longer, just enjoying each others company. After the sun went down, we went home (to my house). When we arrived, Haley pushed me into the bed room, on the bed and stripped me. She climbed on me and fucked me so fast that afterwards my dick was red and even a little burned. Her moans got so loud, I was affraid the neighbors might hear her. My cum filled her pussy soon after.

Anna was happy for the both of us. She said she wouldnt trust anyone else with her sister. O/C I still had sex with Anna. And it was even better because she knew I fucked her sister, maybe just a few hours before. Anna and Jim wanted to move for the new kid. To have more space and more rooms. They did find a house, which was way too big for just one family (and also hardly affordable for just one family). So Haley and I decided to move in with them. It was the perfect solution for me and Anna. And also for the kids. So after just 12 months of relationship, Haley and I moved into a house together. And after just 2 weeks of living there, we decided that we had to fill the house....

End of Part 16

There is NO SCAT in this story - maybe dirty ass-licking but no actual shit!

Name’s Daisy. I’m a teenage hooker. A teenage dirtbag, literally.

See, the punters I choose are the filthy laborer types, young fit guys who hardly ever wash (‘specially when they know they’ll be seeing me soon).

I like ‘em fit-bodied, sweaty, stinking. Some of ‘em even dress special for me. They know what I like, what turns me on so they’ll wear underwear they use as cumrags, they’ll wear the jeans they use to piss into while they have a good wank or a squeeze-off into them. If they ever wash, they know not to wash for a few days before they plan on seeing me.

I live in a trailer. It’s a pretty small one, very old, and def not pretty to look at.

Inside I set the atmosphere for my guys. I never clean up, there’s empty been cans and liquor bottles, some empty and some half cunsumed littered about along with cig butts and the occasional used condom (some guys insist on using condoms - I can’t understand why?)

At one end of my cramped living space is a makeshift bar with plenty of liquor, shots, bowls of prepared weed and when I know who’s coming there’ll be lines of coke prepared and ready for the party.

My day never starts til midday when I wake up. I take a look around the place to see if I can remember what went on the previous night. Sometimes there’ll be one or two punters laying about the place ----- off the booze and coke-fuelled night they just had. Naked, of course, and usually streaked with the bodily fluids they’ve picked up from the orgy of the night. Sometimes I’ll get down with the guy and start licking his cock to wake him/they up. If I’ on my own I’ll feel between my legs and scoop some filth out of my cunt. I love to smell the fingers of that hand while I frig myself off with the other. Sometimes I’ll roll over and scoot down the filthy black sheet on the bed (never washed, of course) til I find the stuff that’s leaked out of me overnight. I love to cum with fingers thrumming in my cunt while I wipe my face in the pool of jizz that’s leaked out during the night, sniffing and then finally licking at it, wiping my face in it til I have a beautiful cum.

Sometimes I’ll find a skidmark of cockcheese where it’s been wiped off on its way to find my cunt or my mouth. I ‘specially love to find those glistening, slimy threads and if I do, I’ll save them for my final cum.

“Cockcheese or smegma is the slut’s caviar,” I was told a long time ago by someone very close to me. She was a hooker too and she knew what she was talking about when it came to anything to do with pleasing punters and earning a good buck or two.

“If a guy’s giving you his cheese then that’s a privilege, he might have saved that up ‘specially for you so appreciate that and let him know you appreciate it. You lick it nice and slow, see? Don’t rush and tilt your head on one side, look up at him while you swirl your tongue around the tip, under the head where the rich stuff is. Let him see your tongue and lips coated with his gift.

“And, girl, NEVER waste it by swallowing. One you have the full taste in your mouth you can either let it drool out of your mouth over your tits and belly. Some guys like you to skin the foreskin right back and drool it back right where it came from, then close the foreskin back, ready for him to fuck you. Or if you’ve got another sluts company that night he may slide his way over to her and watch while she suckles it off of him.

“So DON’T WASTE IT! Some guys like an explosive spitting of it right over their cock and balls.

“And there are those ‘specially filthy guys that like you to kiss them with their own crud. They’re the best, those guys and you’ll get the best tips and returns from them.

“Some punters even like to watch you licking another guy’s smeg and they’ll grab you and lick the other guy’s smeg off of your face and out of your mouth, they won’t waste it either, they’ll spit it out over their bellies or their cocks.

“A lot of guys want to shit on you, on your cunt or in your mouth. I’ve never been one to like shit. Not saying it wasn’t good at the time but you can’t get the smell off of you afterwards and likely you wont get no work the next day, so watch out for that one.”

Yes, I have a lot to thank mom for, she taught me well.

Want more? Just ask

Say cheese babe!!

Cheese

swap any cheese pizza?

I confess that I met a girl last night and we both got drunk and I fucked her. When it was over and I pulled out there was cottage cheese on my dick ! How concerned should I be ? It doesn't hurt to take a piss yet.

After Reading a post on here about a guy dumping a load into his co-workers cottage cheese I decided to do the same to my step mom ;)

there was a half eaten container sitting in the fridge and she usually eats some for lunch , so about an hour before she got home for lunch I dumped a giant load into it and stirred it up real good.

Set it back in the fridge to cool and before I knew it my step mom was eating my cum!!!She ate the rest of the container without even making a face.... This will be an every couple day occurrence I feel.

Now what else can I cum in.....

:)

Say cheese bitch

My Co-worker likes to eat fruit and cottage cheese everyday for lunch . She just bought a new container,ate a little and left it in the staff room fridge. I was the last to leave so before I left I grabbed the container and headed to the washroom where I dumped a nice load into it and stirred it up real good.

Going to love watching her eat my cum for the next couple days.

I confess i shoved a banana up my ass for an hour and then made a smoothie with it for a couple of girls that were in my cafeteria.They loved it and said they would be back.
I also take pleasure from smearing my cock cheese over everything and anything my customers will eat or buy.
Try it,its great.

Say cheese webslut!

Say cheese. 

Anyone wanna see her suck my unwashed cock? Blindfolded her so she couldn’t see the cheese 😈

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was old-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into old-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

just got back with my first date with this 19 year old sexy little thing.
went to the seahawks game and watched the cheese go bad.
i think I'm already falling for her.
that is all.

go seahawks.

no pics... yet

Cheese and Cake new camshow

Uppundacheez , the cheese up under my nut's TDR ...

Had some cheese pizza today. It was so fresh and tasty

I confess I used to fick this disgusting whore. She had an amazing, tight cunt but the bitch couldn't suck sick to save her life. It was like getting a blow job by a cheese grater. Don't let her innocent look fool you either. She was a complete mean fucking cunt. I at least had the honor of shoving my finger in her asshole while fucking her doggy style. What would you have done to this bitch?

Say Cheese

Trader Joe's Beef Birria

The beef is wonderful -- flavorful and tender. and the broth is also very good. Delicious.

Wonderful on warmed corn tortillas. Moist and tender beef makes a great taco. Don't even need to add cheese.

Again, the broth is very good. but as wonderful as the broth is , it mainly consists of water. so you're paying for a good deal of water. And hence as nice as it is, it's no great bargain. You're certainly paying for what you get.

FINAL VERDICT: Trader Joe's Beef Birria is wonderful. a great taste worth a try. but if you have any experience with cooking beef chuck slow and low then you know you save yourself some money by doing it yourself.

If you know a little bit about beef chuck in a crockpot then you could easily make your own wonderful version of this dish. Even if you didn't get all the seasonings and flavors perfectly authentic. It'd still be great.

I confess i have been on a course of antibiotics for an infected foot injury.
The side effects have been a constant dose of the shits and a dry mouth with tingly lips at times.But the one thing that has surprised me is the amount of knob cheese under my skin.
There is fucking loads of it and it stinks like a nice mature Gorgonzola.I have been smearing it anywhere i can so other people can experience the ripe flavours.

I’ll take a number one with cheese milkshake and two sides of boobies!

i fucking love asiago cheese bagels. i could smell them for hours and then eat the mother fuckers plain, with butter, with cheese, or hell even with peanut butter.

god bless the mother fucker who invented asiago cheese bagels.

Say cheese, honey!

Cheese

Two Heads Are Better Than One

So this experience is when I first moved out and was in college. I had two roommates, one was a guy named Ben, the other a girl named Lisa. I was out partying with some friends and after some large amounts of alcohol and...other stuff... I found myself massively hungry for mac & cheese. (Hey, its college food, cut me some slack.) I knew we were out at home so I went to the local store and got a box. On the way back to the car, yes I was driving after drinking, something I'm not proud of, I'm smarter now, and I heard someone whistle at me. I smirk and look around as I walked to my car, wondering who it was with a sudden burst of pride in myself. As I looked I saw two very good looking guys who were smiling back at me from inside their car. I laughed a little and said "hi" as I walked by.

"Hey, what's your name?" they called to me.

"Hungry at 2am, that's my name." I said back to them.

They called me over to their car, and I came a little closer because they were totally hot after all... but I still stayed about 10 feet from them. I didn't want to be within grabbing distance, just in case. They said they were brothers, which I didn't believe one bit. We talked more about what was going on, where the parties were etc. They were from a small town just outside of the city, seniors in high school. When I said that I was in my freshmen year in college, they started teasing me that I was "too old for them", but they still thought I was hot. It made me laugh, made me comfortable, so I stepped a little closer.

I questioned them again about being brothers and the swore that they were, so I asked to see their drivers licenses. They immediately took them out and gave them to me....and sure enough, they were brothers. The only lie they did tell me was that they were both seniors in high school. Only one of them was, the other was a junior in high school. Charming as hell these boys were. They new all the right things to say... and after discussing how most of the parties I knew about were winding down or not worth going to.. they said that they had beer in the car and just needed a place to drink it. My place? Suuuurrree!

So I took them back to my place... I knew my roommate Ben was going to be gone all night at his girlfriends place, but my roommate Lisa was there in her room sleeping because she had to go to work in the morning. We sat around, drinking a beer or two, laughing and shushing ourselves so we didn't want Lisa up. Then, the fun started....

One of the brothers asked to use the restroom, so I told him where it was. While he was gone, the other brother scooted closer to me on the couch and started telling me that he was happy we were alone for a moment because he was dying to kiss me. I laughed a little, then looked over at him and told him that he better hurry it up before his brother came back then! He slid his hand up my thigh a little, and put his other hand behind my head and kissed me softly, then much deeper and longer. I was really getting into the kiss when I realized there was a hand sliding up my other thigh. So, either this guy had three hands or his brother was sitting on the other side of me now.

I moaned aloud and turned my head to look at the other brother, only to find him smiling at me and waiting for his turn to kiss me hard. We kissed deeply and I trembled a little knowing I had two brothers, both sliding their hands up toward the underside of my skit towards my pussy. Realizing this was a very unique experience for me, I slightly parted my legs, letting them know that I wasn't going to fight this. They quickly took the clue and both of their hands went to my panties in an almost orchestrated motion. One of them wrapped his fingers over my fabric of my panties and pulled them to the side as they other moved his fingers along my now very wet slit, then plunged one finger, then two fingers into my warm hole. Have they done this before???

I had a feeling I knew the answer to that question... and I really could care less at the time. I put my foot up on the coffee table and slid that damn thing forward and out of the way, then grabbed them both by the front of their t-shirts and pulled them onto the floor with me. One of them pulled my shirt over my head and undid my bra, as the other pulled my panties down and off my ankles. My skirt stayed bunched up around my waist. I layed back and undid the younger brother's buttonfly jeans, tugging them down his hips, then reached for his cock that was bursting to be freed from his pants. I sucked him deep into my mother and felt him twitch as he clutched the back of my head. His brother, leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. This brother groaned aloud and kept one hand behind my head as the other tuggled on the nipple of my other breast.

I continued to slide my lips and tongue along his long cock, tasting him deep in my throat, moaning as I took him in, making his cock vibrated gently. He ground and closed his eyes as his head dropped back. His brother had moved from my nipple, down my tummy and found a deliciously juicy treat of his own. His tongue dove into my pussy hole... then moved up and he enclosed my clit in his mouth and sucked hard, then soft, then hard, then soft... nursing aggressively on my clit.

I stopped sucking his brothers cock long enough to look down as he fed on my pussy. I grabbed his hair and said in a desperate whine... "Please! Fuck me!"

I'll never forget his tone of voice when he responded "Yes, Ma'am!" Then he scooted up and teased the head of his cock into my pussy. It felt so good as he slowly filled me. He moved in and out of me, making me suck harder on his brothers cock with each swift movement inside me. He tensed and trembled a little, but I stopped him and beckoned him to my mouth. He moved up to my head as I lay there, legs spread wide, pussy dripping onto our floor. I took a moment to lick at both their cocks, holding them both, my fingers wrapped around their cocks and loving my little boy candy for the night.

I let go of the first brother's cock, sliding it over his hip, guiding him to take his brother's place and focused my attention on the new cock in my face. He knew what to do, as did I. I sucked deep on his cock, tasting my own juices on his skin, then fluttering my tongue along the pulsing vain of his rock hard cock. Flicking the tip of my tongue just under the head of his cock, swirling my tongue along the underside of the head of his dick, then moving it over the head of his cock, along the slit, then fluttering on the hole at the top before taking him in deep again.

His brother wasted no time on pushing his thigh meat deep inside my pussy. I groaned and really got into this naughty, careless and AMAZING experience. I felt him tense, which pushed me harder and sucked him deeper, faster ... hungry for his cum. I felt the pulse, then the tension, then his face squinched and he then flooded my mouth with warm ho cum. As I swalled his load, only letting a tiny bit spill from my mouth and slide down my cheek. His brother exploded into my pussy. His brother tensed, grabbed my hips and pulled hard, my body reponded and tightened around his hard cock.

The brothers came in me one at a time, filling my pussy and mouth their warm cum. We lay in exhausted bliss for a little while, laughing a little bit, hoping we didn't wake my roommate. They both gave me their phone numbers when the other wasn't looking, telling me to cal them. I had no intentions of calling either of them... this was a one time deal with them for sure.

i'm looking for a video that was deleted the other day that had two girls wearing big t-shirts and they were eating cheese wiz off eachother and jam also.

anyone have this video?

My toenails smell like cheddar cheese

Joanne's Graduation Gift

Once they arrived at the school parking lot closest to the classroom, Joanne, Lauren and Jay got out of the car and headed to where Joanne forgot her camera. Behind both of them, Jay pulled his cell out to text message a friend.

"So," Lauren started as she looked behind, "I didn't know you hung out with Tony much."
"Oh not too much, but we play Halo from time to time. You know, the usual guy stuff."
"I guess..." Joanne said. "He's kinda cute but I never really talk to anyone"
"You should," said Jay. "I know a lot of guys who want to be friends with you!"
"Oh really?" Joanne blushed yet again.

The classroom door was unlocked and all three of them walked in.

"Hey... Will," Joanne said. The prof's T.A., William, was leaning by a desk with Joanne's camera. He appeared to be scrolling through her pictures.
"N-No, don't do that," she said as she approached, attempting to take the camera out of his hands.

"I'm impressed," Will said as Joanne grabbed her camera back. "I didn't know you like to take pictures of guys so much when they don't know. Lots of snaps at the commons."

"Umm, whatever." she said. "I didn't take those."
"Oh really?" he asked, looking over to Jay and Lauren. Lauren simply looked at the ground, biting her lip a little. "I noticed a few pictures of me while I was helping out with the class."

"Maybe..." she smiled, still looking away. Jay walks over to the main classroom door and smoothly closes it. The sound still alerts Joanne.

"Well, let's head back okay?" she asked.
"I thought you two said that you are done for the day?" Jay inquired.
"Yeah, guess not," Lauren replied. "At least you guys are here, wanna get some drinks or something?"
"Let's just have some fun time here," said Will.

"Here in a classroom??" Joanne wondered. She slowly looked at pictures in her camera, put it in her purse. By the time she turned around, Jay was reaching for her graduation gown and slowly slipped it off.

Surprisingly, Joanne didn't resist, she wanted to know what he was going to do next. The grad gown dropped to the floor as Will walked over to Lauren to do the same. Their "USC" scarfs lay on the floor.

"Maybe.. this isn't a good idea," Joanne suggested. Still, she started to breathe slightly heavier as Jay slid his right hand between her firm ass and her skirt. His hand moved around her waste and slightly rubbed her clit, which caused Joanne to stop talking and let out a small moan that got Jay hard.

Will was working his magic with Lauren. They both ended up sitting on the floor near the classroom door, kissing. Will started to kiss at Lauren's neck, glancing once in awhile to see Joanne give in to Jay's fondling. For a moment, Lauren looked over to her friend to make sure she was okay, and it was clear that both of them were feeling very, very good.

Joanne's breathing got slowly heavier and heavier. While still leaning against the front table of the classroom, she lifted off her blouse and bra, her tits popping out for everyone in the room to see... Jay immediately got in front of her, cupped her left breast and put his mouth right on it, sucking her softly. She moaned some more and put her hands on his crotch. He was hard, rock hard and she started getting curious.

She continued to lean as Jay helped her slide off her black panties. With her high heels still on, she lifted one leg up at a time to let the panties slip to the floor. She stood naked with her heels on and Jay started to unzip his fly.

"Fuck, you're so hot" he said. "I just wanna fuck you raw"
"N-no not yet" she said.. Joanne squatted and before he had a chance to push it inside her, her lips slid along the side of his entire shaft, causing him to moan as well. She then rolled her tongue back and enveloped his cock with her mouth, sliding in and out. Already, Jay was leaking old, and it was slicking him up and going down Joanne's throat. She looked up wondering if she was doing it right, cupping his balls as her mouth went back and forth, sucking his cock.

Joanne looked over as she continued to swallow his cock. At the corner of her eye, Lauren was already licking Will's balls. He was sitting down against the classroom door as Lauren turned around, dropped her bottoms and mounted Will's cock, her back facing him. She started to thrust up and down a little bit and moan as she performed her reverse cowgirl on him. He began to grunt like a pro, feeling her tight pussy take on his dick.

Jay pulled out and slid his cock against her cheek, smearing it with old. She took it back in her mouth and heard a knock on the door. Everyone but Jay froze. It was lengthy but gratifying day... Joanne's graduation signified four years of hard work with an actual social life mixed in.

"Four years and an architecture major! We're so proud of you," Joanne's father said to her.
"Thanks, Dad. Don't embarrass me." He snaps a picture of her as she her two other girlfriends lean up against her.

He sprinted off to take pictures of others celebrating her graduation day. Joanne continued to talk among her friends, laughing and sharing stories about happenings just before the big day when she received her diploma. She noticed her dad was quite the shutterbug, only because he'd watched his daughter grow to become such a beautiful girl. Joanne never knew that her dad would be up jacking off to her pictures when everyone was away from home or asleep for the night.

More often than not, however, it was Joanne's classmates and suite-mates from the dorms.. the boys... who really envied her. Who wouldn't want a piece of that hot, Asian ass? She was smart and timid but very, very sexy.

"Thanks for inviting me to this", Jay said.
"Hehe, no problem. Thank her," said Tony as he pointed to Joanne, still among her friends. She looked back.
"Hey you see that," Jay asked.
Tony just smiled but winked back at her. Joanne blushed and resigned to talk with her friends yet again.
"Aww, don't worry man. I think she's just a little shy", Jay said.

"Well... thank you all for coming. I hope you all had a good dinner," her dad said. "Thanks so much!"

Joanne's friends and family slowly left for their homes, group by group. After a collective round of goodbyes and hugs, her dad paid the restaurant tab and gave his babygirl a kiss on the forehead before wishing them a safe rest-of-the-afternoon

Tony looked over to Jay, "Hey man I gotta go, family called and I have some commitments.
"Have a good one.", Jay smiled. "I'll let you know how things go".

As Jay headed to his car, so did Joanne and Lauren. Walking just behind them, he looked at Joanne's legs, slowly looking at her from bottom up. Her shapely ass was contoured by her graduation gown just enough. He tried to keep himself from getting to hard under the jeans. Lauren noticed him and turned around as they reached her car.

"Thanks for coming, Jay," Lauren smiled. "You'd think we have something to do after this but Joanne forgot her digital camera at the classroom they set aside, just before the ceremony".

"Ah no problem... if you want I can give you two a ride," Jay offered.

Lauren and Joanne look at each other for a moment.
"Sounds cheese but if it'll save you some gas and save you time to head home from here, I don't mind driving you two over to the hall."
"...sure, okay" Joanne said. "Let's not take too much time, though, okay?"
"Sure thing," he said as he grinned at Lauren. What could he be up to, she thought. "Don't worry, I called a friend," Jay said. Will and Lauren moved aside as their friend peaked in.

"Holy shit you weren't kidding," said Joanne's uncle.

"Nope," Jay replied, looking down at Joanne. She looked surprised, but then submitted as Jay reached down to rub her pussy again. He stood back up and she kept sucking.

Uncle walked towards Jay and Joanne. "Jo, it doesnt surprise me..."
She pulled Jay's cock out of her mouth and took a breather to respond "Whatever... I know how you look at me at the get togethers"
"Oh do you," he said as he slid his sweatpants off, a 7 incher popping by her face.

Uncle didn't hesitate in standing to the side, sliding his dick into Joanne's mouth and pulling her hair up a little. She started moaning - it was clear to Jay and Uncle that she wanted sex and lots of it, and that it had been awhile since she'd been studying so hard at school. Lauren walked over to watch Joanne sucking her Uncle off, with Jay stroking near them. With one hand,, Lauren started to stroke Jay as her other licked Uncle\'s cock while it went in and out of Joanne\'s mouth. Will felt like he was missing out, and instead continue to stroke near Lauren as she handled both Jay and Uncle at once with hand and mouth.

Jay, having had some of Joanne\'s mouth already, was super horny. He pulled Lauren by the hand, laid her on the floor and got over her. He immediately thrust his cock into her pussy and shoved it deep, balls deep. She let out a grunt and a scream as he started to fuck her solid. Her tits started bobbing and shifting back and forth as he started to fuck her. Joanne finally stood up, faced the desk and arched her ass a little more.

"What are you trying to say, niece?" Uncle asked
"I think you know," she said, biting her lip a little bit. "Just don't tell daddy".

Uncle smiled, held his cock up and slid it in between her cheeks. The tip of his cock parted her pussy lips and pushed straight in.

Joanne gripped the table even harder, letting out a gasp as her uncle's cock stretched her vagina. She began to let out audible moans in the room. Lauren, getting fucked by Jay, couldn't stop moaning as Joanne got fucked by Uncle. Will moved and stood atop the table, where Joanne was leaning against. Her tits were hanging just slightly on the table as her Uncle was pounding into her.

Will squatted while on the table so that his cock could get into Joanne's mouth. It was clear that she\'d need to be in a new position to take in more, and Jay noticed that even while ramming Lauren's hot snatch. He slid his cock out of her, leaking old, pussy juice and all, and took a moment to watch Joanne working two cocks.

With one in her mouth and one pressed into her pussy deep, Joanne was starting to let her hair down. Both guys rhythmically stopped, and they moved onto a shorter, longer table to the side of the classroom. As she laid down on the long table, her back on the table, Uncle approached her face from the side and she immediately cupped his balls while his shaft pushed a bulge into her mouth. Jay told her to stop and get up for a second.

Jay laid down on the table instead, back against the tabletop. While still laying down, Joanne sat on top of him. He guided his cock into her ass, and pushed it in. Not having had any anal before, Joanne let out a yelp as her Uncle pushed his cock into her mouth. Slowly, Jay started fucking her ass as she sucked Uncle off.

Tony walked into the classroom and noticed all the action going on.

"Oh fuck...". Everyone was so into what they were doing, they barely noticed Tony. Joanne looked over, a hard cock in her mouth and her ass getting fucked deep. "He-hey Joanne"... he said. He couldn't help but get hard, seeing Joanne getting fucked in the mouth and ass. Her pussy was shaved, soft and glistening. Tony was approached from the back by Lauren. She reached around and helped him pop out his cock from his pants. Will, behind Lauren, was eating her pussy out.

"Are you gonna fuck me too?" Joanne asked, slightly shy about it but undeniably horny.
"Oh yeah," Tony replied.

Before she could utter another word, Uncles cock filled her mouth again. Her ass bobbed up and down as Jay penetrated it. Tony moved in front of her after dropping his clothes, and, already hard, teased her clit with the tip of his cock. After a thrust up her ass by Jay, Tony's cock shuffled into Joanne's pussy. He let out a surprised moan.

"Oh fuck that's hot," he said.. Joanne looked into his eyes as her head was still turned to the side, sucking cock. Will stopped eating Lauren out and grabbed Jo's digital camera to snap a picture. He previewed the shot and saw Joanne sitting on Jay getting ass fucked, while eating out Uncle's cock and getting fucked in the pussy by Tony in front of her. She was moaning and getting really into it.

"Oh god Joanne," Uncle said.. He pulled out and moved it over to Lauren, who was rubbing herself near them... He pulled Lauren by the hair so that she squatted and shoved his cock into her mouth. Lauren assisted him by rubbing his balls. "you gonna fucking cum on me, dirty man?" she asked.

"Oh fuck yes, Laurie" he said to her... Lauren started to suck him off while stroking him. And before she knew it, Uncle let out a loud moan and started jizzing in Lauren's mouth. He let out several ropes of cum, some shot right into Lauren's mouth while others glazed her lips and chin, rolling off onto her perky tits.. She giggled at him while he shivered after cumming.

Joanne could not stop. "ohmyfuckinggod" she said as her ass and pussy were getting fucked. "Ohgod.... T-Tony more...".. Jay pulled out, at a boiling point, and helped Joanne to lay herself down on the table. He moved away and moved over to Lauren.

Jay looked at Lauren's face. "Dang, you must like it."
She licked her lips, "yep".
Jay took Lauren by the hand and let her rest against the wall with her hands.. while slightly bent over, Jay rubbed her pussy and slid his cock right in. He held her ass firmly as he began to fuck her pussy. Lauren started moaning, Uncle's cum still dripping off her tits.
"OhFUCK," she moaned. Her boyfriend never fucked her this good.

Tony began to have his way exclusively with Joanne. She held onto his shoulders as he picked up her up from the table. Joanne wrapped her legs around him as he started to carry-fuck her. Slowly he thrust back and forth as Joanne rhythmically slid her pussy back and forth. She began to moan even louder, sweat rolling off her ass and tits as Tony kissed and fucked her.

Will started to take more pictures of Joanne's facial expressions as she was getting fucked in the air.

"Oh Tony don't stop.. ohmigod don't stop" she said... Tony worked her a good minute or two while she was still wrapped around him. He then slowed down and pulled out. Dripping with tons of old and pussy juice, Joanne squatted and licked it all off.

Uncle got his clothes on and left before getting in trouble with the family. Jay was still occupied with Lauren, fucking her doggy style and making every deep thrust count. He began to feel himself boiling up.

"Oh god, you slut. Lauren you're gonna make me cum."
"Oh...ohhh me too.. don't stop Jay."
Jay had to hold it in as he thrust even faster. She cringed and groaned and pushed her hands against the wall as her hair flailed around more and more.
"Oh god.. oh I'm I'm cumming" she winced. Lauren let out a strong yelp as she came and Jay couldn't stop
"oh fuck... Lauren I'm gonna fucking cum.. oh.. ohh"...

Jay pulled her hair back as she came, himself pushing one last thrust and cumming inside Lauren's hot Asian twat. He convulsed two times as hot ropes of cum filled her pussy up, dripping to the classroom floor... He didn't pull out until every last drop shot out... Lauren breathed heavily, rubbed her cum filled pussy with her fingers and licked them...

Tony was on Joanne, fucking her doggy style as well..
"Am I a dirty girl?" asked Joanne
"Fuck yes you are," Tony responded, caressing her back as he fucked her pussy from behind.. With each thrust, sweat dripped off Joanne's tits and onto her knees. Everyone could tell that Tony was building up at least a week's worth of a load too.

Joanne couldn't stop moaning. Tony pulled out and laid her to a side so he could fuck her from an angle laying down, from behind and to the side. He slid his cock in again and she moaned as he grabbed her tits. Squeezing them hard, he plowed her tight pussy once again as she moaned.

Being a little indecisive and very horny, he then stood in front of her, slid his cock in between her tits and titty fucked her slowly. Along the way he ramped up, and old started to glaze in between her tits. With each thrust she lapped her tongue at the tip of his cock, laughing at how good the action was going.

"I'm gonna sit in front of you and I want you to fuck my pussy enough so that you shoot hard in my mouth" Joanne asked
"Anything.. anything is okay," Tony said.

Tony laid down as Joanne faced him, getting on top. Her hand guided his hard cock right into her pussy, and she began doing the work, bobbing her bubble ass up and down. Slick as hell, he could feel his cock entering her, hot and tight each time. The friction was amazing.

"You keep this up and I'm gonna cum hard you slut," he uttered.
"Oh yeah?" she said. She started to fuck him even faster.
"Oh shit don't do that.. oh god you're gonna make me cum."
She kept riding him harder.
"What's it... gonna.. take... to make... you cum... even.. harder.." she said in between fucks.

Tony looked at her with hard eyes and the hardest cock ever.
"Oh god Joanne, ohfuck.."
Joanne didn't stop and felt his balls tightening. She cupped her tits in front of him as he began to boil up for the last time.
"Stop... oh god I haven't cum in a week," he said..

After several last slides into her pussy, Joanne stood up and on her knees. Immediately, Tony got up at the verge of cumming and held her hair with one hand, sliding his cock into her mouth.

"Oh shit, you ready for this bitch," he asked
"Mmmhmm" she uttered, with his cock in her mouth..

He thrust back and forth and within seconds, shot cum into her mouth.. She pressed her lips hard as Tony slid his entire cock into her mouth, streams of cum one after another loading her mouth up. She kept swallowing until the last drop. Tony never came this much before... he began to relax, pulled his cock out and Joanne licked the tip to make sure she got every bit of cum from his cock she could.

Will had taken enough pictures of all the action while Jay and Lauren were cleaning themselves up.

Tony sat down against a wall and Joanne followed, still licking his balls and his dick even after cumming.
"Next time, I want you to cum inside my pussy," she said, nervously. "I want it all.."

1. i never thought i'd have anything to say here.
2. the moral of this story is: even if you have a girlfriend, even if you're attractive, you should still download some .torrents of audio books about the venusian arts as popularized by these weirdo pick up artists named MYSTERY and LOVE DROP.
and this is not a sales pitch either. most of you should know that torrent sites are free file sharing things.

anyway, here's my story:

i'm a decent enough looking guy, funny, charisma, musical, artistic. maybe a bit of a sex addict, who knows. i've been with about 33 girls, very few just one night stands, and only been dumped once. so if i was a boxer, i'd have a good record.
i have a girlfriend who is my age. her idea of good sex is 20 mutually satisfactory minutes. and i suppose that's enough for some guys, but i'd much rather have what i like to call FIGHT CLUB STYLE SEX (remember that scene?) like the sex i used to have with my Puerto rican GF in college. BANG ZOOM.

i'm a member of a private torrent site and i DL all sorts of audio books. mostly new age, fiction and science, recently some books about the occult and the art of pick up. i'm always interested in overcoming social anxiety, talking to women, and feeling good about myself. i listened to these mp3s for a week on the way to work
and finally started to understand the rules they put forth. i wont spell them out here, but it's a cool mixture of zen, common sense, faking charisma if you're nervous, and evolutionary psychology. it sounded fun as hell.

so i'm out of town house sitting for my mom and i'm in a very good mood because various work related things coming together. i just decide i'm going to talk to everyone i bump into a little bit more that i might normally. while buying some sandwiches, i meet a coffeeshop girl and within 2 minutes we decided i'm going to teach her guitar that night. i realized later that i'd followed the pick up instructions note for note, although i didnt realize it @ the time. to use pick up artist jargon.... "open set, throw a neg, attract, build a time bridge. "

coffeshop girl is pretty fucking awesome. librarian glasses, small, fit body like an american apparel model. 21 yrs old.
BALD PUSSY! she doesn't care at all i have a girlfriend in another town.
she's also done professional massage, dance instruction, modeling. this chick is a fucking keeper.
after some snappy txts back and forth i pick her up after work and take her home. we sit on the roof and look @ stars, we play guitar and sing, we have a few beers, we kiss, she rubs my back, we get naked, we fuck, we STOP fucking and just talk about stuff like we're old friends hanging out and then we fuck some more. with a girl this hot, you have to take it slow. that's one of my rules.

PLOT TWIST: this entire time, another girl is on her way to my moms house. she's ALSO a massage therapist, and she's told me recently that we shouldnt have sex anymore because i have a GF and it makes her feel bad. of course i say 'cool, ok' but she comes over anyway, meets coffeeshop girl, tries to go to sleep in the guest room, gets jealous and leaves. sends angry txts about how i'm a bad friend. boohoo. i think it's pretty retarded as she was the one who broke it off anyway.

so ok, no hot 3 some with 2 massage chicks. but seriously, this does not happen to me every day. it's as if i had coffeeshop girl seduced at 'hello.' to be fair, we'd seen each other a few times in passing and she had noticed me, but i never new her name until yesterday. i'm pretty sure that if i had not listened to these crazy ass audio books last week, i wouldnt have had the pimpstyle, the balls, the courage to have this foxy girl (11 years younger than i am) jump into my bed. i will try to take pics of her tonight for you fellow pervs, but i'm kind of so into her that i dont want to share in case she some how finds out her ass in on the web.

in conclusion gents, if you're on this site because you never get laid in real life, there is shit out there that totally works. take this advice from a stranger. GO TO THE GYM EVERY DAY for 3 month. you will feel great. that's step one. man up, change your diet of beer and cheese into something better. find some fun things that you can talk about passionately. for me it's art, music, and eastern religion, but anything will work. download some of these books and listen. look for torrents with 'PUA' pick up, seduction etc. THANK ME LATER.

cheese is good

I like cute, thick girls. Not big bellied old cottage cheese hags. Any pics of young, hotties who have just a little extra but in all the right places?

I confess that I am blasting gas like air brakes on a big rig. I made a pot of chilli that ended up being way too spicy for everyone in the house, but I love it so I've been eating chilli for 3 days. Frito pie, Frito burrito, fuckin chilli cheese dip whatever.

Last night after chilli 9.0 I gave my wife the Dutch Oven and she threw up in her mouth. That will teach the bitch to not give me anal.

im really horny and jacking off. i have a grilled cheese sandwich right now. I'm thinking of cumming in it then eating it.

Where'd the girl go that was putting aerosol cheese in her snatch and having the chihuaua lick it out?