the door. “Are you ready for your first professional photo
shoot?”
“Uh, I think I’m ready,” Samantha said. She was much more
nervous this morning than she had been yesterday.
Yesterday she’d thought that the audition might involve
having sex with a stranger, but today she was absolutely
sure that she’d have to do that. She was going to be
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are decent conversationalists. I could never stand to be with a girl
who couldnât express herself intelligently.
We arrived at our destination and checked in. Everyone wrote down
their schedule of events. Pam and I compared ours, agreeing to meet
between events or sit in on each otherâs competitions when possible.
It was a wonderful day, both of us performed well and stories flew
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underwear were pushed to my ankles. She licked the palm of her hand
then wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Her rhythm was slow,
designed to please me, not to release me. I pulled my lips from hers.
ãOh, thatâs amazing!ä I moaned.
ãIt felt like you needed a little help down here.ä
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collecting in the tiny strip of carefully groomed hair that guarded her
most personal treasure.
She disdained a towel, stalking after Matt in all her glorious
femininity. Knowing her as he did, he headed straight for the bedroom,
sure she would be right behind him.
ãLay down,ä he ordered. ãWe donât have much time.ä Bobbie obediently
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At his next action, a gentle pinching of her tender nipples, the
suspicion grew stronger. Her eyes flared as a knuckle rubbed her clit in
precisely the manner she liked best. The priest intervened. ãEnough
play, the time for the ritual is at hand.ä He continued, but his words
were lost to Bobbie. Her senses were focused intently on the body above
her.
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moaned softly, her nerves tightening to a fever pitch.
Apparently this was what he had been looking for. He released her
nipple, returning his hand to the zipper dangling at her belly. Slowly
and ceremoniously, he slid the zipper down, over her mound, and past the
glistening curls that guarded her soon to be vanquished virginity. His
hands returned to her shoulders and shoved the dress down until it fell
to the ground, leaving her nude but for the sheer cape and flickers of
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and faster. When I finally went over, my finger was going as fast as I
could make it, and I had an orgasm like I had never experienced
before. It didn’t roll over me in waves, it came really sharp, fast,
and hard. It wasn’t like when we made love and I had those huge ones,
but it was still very intense. All my muscles tensed, I raised my
bottom off the seat, I squealed, rubbed furiously, and I had a short,
hard, straining climax. It didn’t last very long, but it was really
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enough. John said, ‘Go ahead, Baby,’ and I concentrated on getting
myself over. I put my other hand down and used those fingers to hold
my lips apart, exposing my button completely. I had never touched it
before when I was that excited, and it had swollen up so it felt huge.
I used another finger to pull the little hood up, exposing a part of
me I’d never felt. I wish I had another hand for my nipples.
…End of the part14. To be continued..
George was on his fifth pack of rubbers, had never used any,
but wore out the packages carrying them around, until the
contents became gummy in the Miami heat.
George glanced at his watch as he pulled into the lot by the
washermat, calculating time. A half hour if he used three
washers to clean his clothes, another half hour to forty five
minutes to dry. It would be after two a.m. when he finished.
George fed dollar bills into the changer, quarters into the
soap machine, and quarters into the washers, stuffing his
clothes into the three white machines carelessly.
“You really ought to wash the white’s in one machine and the
dark’s in another.”
George looked.
A tousled haired, undersized, gamin. Blonde curls spraying
from her head, tight Gloria Vanderbuilt jeans and a lumber jack
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the coarse cheap paper to the soft skin of his prick with the
sticky residue of his sperm.
“Whatever possesed me to jack off like that?” Silently.
George’s mind backed up, rear bumber lights flashing,
reviewing his action in the john, pumping his prick to orgasm
while Linda stood outside, talking. Thinking about what it
would be like to fuck her, instead of trying to fuck her.
Stupid!
And she’d said she was going to take him home and fuck him.
The bathroom door flew open with a bang.
“Your goddamn clothes are in the dryer, here’s your pants,
thanks for a nice evening.”
Anger and frustration in her voice as the door slammed again,
his grey trousers sailing over the top of the door, falling on
George’s head, draping foolishly, still warm from the dryer,
but damp at the belt line.
He didn’t know what to say, sitting silent and miserable.
He could almost hear her telling her girlfriends at work the
story of this guy jerking off in the toilet, and hearing them
laugh. Visualizing several pretty girls gathered around Linda,
giggling at the antics of a clod jerking off instead of
screwing.
Dressed again, the washermat empty, Gerorge gathered his
clean, dry, warm laundry, filling the crumpled garbage bag,
noting Linda’s clothes, and Linda had both disappeared.
Driving back to the apartment, his dick itched, irritated by
the still clinging toilet paper.
George’s head whipped back. Visions of her soft voice asking
him to slip his prick up inside her soft snatch.
“What?”
“I said, do you want to put your clothes in with mine? I
have a light load here, do you have a heavy load?”
George’s mind spun, his lips tightened. His mind wanting to
tell her just how heavy his load was, and that it was any
heavier, his balls would be hanging to his knees, the size of
grapefruit.
“Well, do you want to do it, or not?”
Of course he wanted to do it. Gawd, how he wanted to do it.
His cock thudded inside his slacks, seeking freedom.
Head nodded weakly as she pulled a small batch of very female
lingerie to pile it on top of the machine. Lace around the leg
bands, wisps of material that wouldn’t hide anything. Panties
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nothing as I moved the dildo slowly toward her.
The camera had a clear view of Kristin’s pussy but I
didn’t, so I halted the arm carrying the dildo a couple of feet
away from her, and used the other robot arms to turn her until
she was facing almost directly away from me. Then I had to move
the camera so that it had essentially the same view I did, and
zoomed it to provide a close-up shot.
I wondered suddenly, as I swung the third arm around and
thrust the flesh-colored dildo toward Kristin’s glistening
cuntlips, if this was how a man felt as he prepared to shove his
dick into a woman’s waiting pussy. Too bad, I thought, that the
mechanical appendages had no nerves; it would have been a blast
to feel what a man feels at the moment of entry.
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counter – a 50-centimeter scale. It was like a ruler except that
it was made out of thick, clear plastic, twenty inches long, two
inches wide and about a quarter of an inch thick.
I activated the third arm – the one holding the
dildo – and Kristin, looking upside down between her legs, must
have seen it move, because she started screaming and kicking
wildly. “No! Don’t you dare touch me with that!”, she shrieked.
She relaxed a little when she realized the arm was moving past
her. I fully intended to make use of the dildo, but not just
yet.
Opening the mechanical fingers, I dropped the dildo on
the counter and picked up the plastic scale. It took a little
maneuvering to get the hand to hold the scale properly, clutching
…End of the part12. To be continued..
nude amateur teen outdoors
As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to
this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this
evening. I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I
passed the soft towel over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I
admired the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts were
firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking down, I could just see the
glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic
mound. I remember trying to decide what to wear. I selected a sexy, loose
fitting button down blouse and matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation
for this evening. I chose a dainty bra and panty set. Both were made of red
silk with a touch of black lace. Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my
round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of my pubic
mound. As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm skin, I felt a
tingling sensation which sent a shiver through out my body. I sat at the edge
of my bed, wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the internal stirring
I felt in anticipation of what this evening would bring. The desire within my
groin began to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind
and body. Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give in to
my yearnings.
The next time I passed through Sil, after a period of waiting which
narrowly escaped exceeding the limits of my patience, I discovered, with
very little difficulty, where I could find the maid for whom I sought. She
lived in a little inn built of stone, halfway up a hill to the west of Sil,
which was kept by her father, her sister, and herself. When first my eyes
bathed in her vision (ah, with what cruelness that moment ended!), I
resolved to spend the night there, and not without companionship, if her
young heart, or at least her passion, could be swayed.
Her name was Iana. Her sister’s name was Wana, and they were twins,
but not, I regretted most painfully, of even remotely equal beauty. Their
feet, which they wore naked in the warmer seasons, seemed never to have
known shoes; to cramp such lovely, graceful feet in clogs or boots would
have seemed a sacrilege. Their legs were slender and well muscled and, like
their feet, slightly browned by the sun. When presented with a view of
their backs, I could perceive, beneath each skirt, generous swells that
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