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achieve on his own, but found impossible. Never before had he
experienced such unbelievable sensations.
His nipples were like miniature volcanoes, still being stroked
in regular patterns, and his balls ached for release in their
tight ridged ball-sack. The head of his cock […]

Starting from a perfectly ordinary (though very handsome) cock
in its soft state, his lovers would begin to stir the beast into
life — which happened very quickly — and after half a minute or
so of gentle stimulation would find themselves with a veritable
hosepipe on […]

thought of what type of cream she would like right now. “Is there
anything else I can get for you?”. “No he said, nervously picking up the
coffee. You can go on cleaning.” Looking at the bulge of his cock, she
knew exactly what she wanted to clean. “Will […]

starting to grow for her. She placed the tip of it against her lips and
slid her tongue out to meet it. Turning her head sideways, she slid her
tongue along the entire length of his shaft and under his balls. By
now, he was very hard. Cupping his balls, […]

to, he wasn’t sure he could keep himself from cumming. His cock was so
hard, straining for release. He realized that his hand was stroking it
again, involuntarily, bringing him closer to the moment when his cum
would shoot from his hot shaft.
She knew how close he was to cumming but […]

comfortably nestled in his hand. As he began to stroke it up and down, I
resumed finger-fucking myself, thinking how silly I must have looked,
carrying on a conversation on the subway, with a complete stranger, all the
while with a finger deep in my pussy. After a minute or two, I […]

The door was open in the bedroom when out she came from
the bathroom water still dripping off her onto the floor. I
couldn’t believe my eyes. She was wiping her pussy off with
a towel and had a gazed look in her eyes.
[…]

with abandon. Never had I encountered such a passionate
fellatrice. Lynn gobbled me greedily, swabbing my balls
with her tongue as she loosened my belt and lowered my pants.
She slowly moistened her index finger and wet my asshole.
As she did it a third time she pushed hard and slipped the
[…]

She walked out of the break room and headed straight through
the door toward me. She had straightened her uniform too and had
the crisp look of a professional young nurse…right out of nursing
school. But she looked like a picture book nurse…a model used on
a […]

shelter against the Me Decade. Meyer was the philosophizer and the
glue, Betty was the perception, the Swordfish was the driving
ambition, and I was the teddy bear. We travelled place to place,
setting up for a few months while Meyer and Betty created sexual
performance art in their own ways, and […]