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The door opened and my owner poked his head around the edge. It felt like I had been staring at the closed portal for most of my life, but of course, knew that it had only been an hour or two.

“Cujo; Come boy.” His head disappeared from the left open door and unfamiliar scents wafted from the room beyond. I knew that he was not alone and that the other person was female. Her perfume had leeched through the gap under the door. The chemical mixture may have been attractive to his somewhat limited olfactory senses; to mine it was repugnant and did not improve when I followed him into the room.

John had introduced me to one or two of his lady friends and had even got me to play with them to the point of giving them the benefit of my tongue. Of course, it depended on how I liked them. I have to say that his choice in women had its flaws and most of them were no more than skin covered skeletons with little more life than a marrow bone. We had had some fun with some of them though and even had one or two come back for a re-run. I guess John liked his bachelor status because he rarely had them come back to our pied-e-tere more than twice.

This woman had all the hall marks of being a bimbo. Blonde hair, too much make up and cheap perfume all contributed to the supposition. Unfair I guess, the fact that my introduction had her at the distinct disadvantage of being completely naked, prostrated across John’s leather sofa. I noticed a tattoo on her hip of a dolphin, jumping from a splash of water. It looked like the rest of her, cheap. Equally unfairly, I took an instant dislike to the girl and sat down resolutely, out of reach and disinterestedly scratched an ear.

John sat beside her; his hand caressed her thigh and then spread her legs so that he could access her sex. She was hairless, but thin stubble showed where she was in need of a shave. Her hair, if had been allowed to grow would be dark, so she wasn’t a natural blonde. I notice things like that. If a dog could communicate with humans, it would tell you that humans rely too much on cosmetics and unnatural stimulants and far too much messing around with your natural state. I often wondered what you would be like kept away from baths and razors for any length of time.

His fingers had found her sex, parted her lips and with the dexterity of those digits, were frigging her while rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. I had heard her moans through the door; it was a familiar sound in John’s apartment. The ministration of his right hand and then his tweaking her nipple with his free hand soon had her writhing as an orgasm, real or faked approached. She exuded little by way of pheromones, so telling her actual sexual state wasn’t possible.

I will let you into a secret, a female, regardless of species, carries a powerful aphrodisiac in her natural lubricant. Her sweat glands will have provided the initial attractant, but as she lubricates her sex, secret pheromones are released that no male animal can resist. For most of the animal kingdom, it only happens during their season or productive cycle, but the female of the human race has this hold over her mate, being able to enthral almost at will. He is totally unaware of this though, being unable to discern the chemical concoction through limited olfactory senses.

He must have been hitting the spot, because her scent wafted on the slight breeze.

My own receptors registered her readiness to mate in a clarion call that spoke to me as loudly as if she shouted an inch from my ear. It is an undeniable attractant to me and, as her impending orgasm approached, proved to be a scent trail that irresistibly drew me forward.

John’s fingers were buried inside her and his thumb was pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing in a circular motion. That’s all very well to sex her up, but what a woman really wants is to be caressed with a warm and insidious tongue, especially as she squirts her most potent fluids.

I had to nudge his questing fingers away and then gave her a long and luscious lick that collected her essences in a single lash. She tasted better than she smelled and of course, her natural juice did its wonders to my taste buds. The next taste of her was followed by rapid tonguing that entered her sex and covered her clit. Her heat and smell were intoxicating, providing a heady mixture of scent that had my tongue slavering against her flesh.

The rasp of her stubble was actually quite nice as it irritated my top gum, but it was quickly becoming uncomfortable. To avoid the rough contact, I had to get up on the sofa and tilt my head back to get my nose out of the way and curl my lips back as if snarling into her depths. It had a salutary effect; my tongue passed her outer lips and found her inner being. She was hot and very wet from her own secretions and my saliva. I kept lapping at her, tasting her and knowing that she was climbing a crescendo of lust and wantonness. Her hips were raising, knees spread wide, and she was granting me full permission of entry and screaming her compliance in the act.

Then suddenly and with no warning, her knees snapped shut, trapping my ears between her thighs as her climax forged its way through her. A tide of her come flooded my throat and nose from the sheer force of the torrent. Trapped, I could do nothing about it for a moment except swallow her and try to clear my airway.

Just as suddenly, her back arched and a spasm rippled through her, releasing me and throwing her off the sofa onto the floor on her back. She twitched and writhed as if she were in seizure. Her lips pulled back in a rictus grin, hands forming fists on either side of her forehead, her breathing rasped between her even white teeth that were locked together. Her climax rippled and folded her, come leaked from her sex, to pool on the floor between her parted legs.

Gradually, she regained control of her synaptic senses, her breathing settled and her lips covered her teeth in a tight line. She gasped something unintelligible and grasped John’s arm in a vice like clawing grip. He kissed her and pried her fingers apart. The force of her grip had left bruises.

She fumbled for his cock, still on her back, her eyes tightly shut and screwed. Her eye paint had run in two dark stains to her ears. I cleaned up her come that had puddled on the floor. The salty tang was like a beacon to me and had my cock throbbing from its sheath. Her pheromones acted like a narcotic to my receptors, I had to have her beneath my chest while my forelimbs clasped her to me.

As if obliging or indulging me, she had turned while I was cleaning up and was now sucking John’s cock. In turning, her knees had drawn up and her swollen and ready sex was there, just in front of my nose. To my canine instincts, this was an open invitation to copulate and I was more than ready to impregnate this bitch.

My first exploratory thrusts missed the mark and stabbed her anus and the folds of labia, I guess in my eagerness, I was not being too careful, but I had a mission and so took it a little more carefully, adjusting my self to fit her contours until I was sure of connection. Then, when I was certain, drove my shaft into her and buried the whole length up to my balls.

Once inside her, my forelegs grasped her hips and pulled her back onto my shaft, the position triggered the automatic response and I began to thrust in a rapid and frenetic blur.

John said something, even shouted it, she shook her head and sucked him into her throat.

The friction of her rippled vaginal walls and the pounding of my dick soon had my knot growing, I would not be able to keep up the furious pace, but needed to, to cause the locking mechanism that would signal my release of seed into her. As the bulbous swelling grew, the friction also increased until I was unable to pull it out of her. Then her muscles contracted, trapping me inside, it was the moment I had been working towards. Instead of pulling back, I pushed forward as she thrust back onto me. My forepaws had locked around her waist as I drove the last bit into her, feeling her insides open up to receive my seed.

I came. Flooded her womb with my hot fluids and heard her scream again as her own body worked in powerful contractions that milked my testes of all I had to give her. I wanted to bite her neck while in the throes of completion, but her head hung down and rested on the floor between her arms. I could smell John’s semen and my own as some leaked from her bruised lips.

My dismount from her quaking body came quickly. Although we had been only briefly tied, it had been enough for my complete ejaculation and satisfaction. I cleaned her up and retired to my bed exhausted and happy.

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The two lines hit fast. It had been some time since I had done a line or two, but tonight, fuck it, who cares? Not me for sure.

I was going out, something else I hadn’t done in the longest while, all the time I had been with that asshole Deacon. Three fucking years I had devoted to the piece of shit; never once even looking at another guy; waiting home for him while he was out screwing every whore in town; well fuck you Deacon, I hope you rot.

I touched up the make up, knowing it made me look cheap, it was an effect I wanted and to help with the personality flip, had bought the smallest black number I could find with the lowest neckline and the shortest route to my cunt. I was going to get laid tonight come what may and I wasn’t that particular about whom it was going to be either, just so long as he was breathing and had a cock that worked.

I pulled on my new diamante thong over my ass, feeling the string nestle between but cheeks. Where the gusset and the thong joined was a thickness that rubbed seductively against the base of my pussy.

Jesus, I was already wet and I hadn’t even gotten in the cab yet. God help whomever I should meet tonight, his balls are going to shrivel before I let him go.

Checking my purse, eyes and hair, I closed the apartment door and exited out onto the street. A Yellow had been waiting for me, the driver already tapping his watch, but hey, screw him, the price was fixed, so he could just go and blow me for the difference. He drove like a fucking lunatic through the dark wet streets and it was with a sense of relief that we eventually pulled up in a squeal of rubber outside ‘Luke’s’.

I used to party here before Deacon showed up, God rot his cock, I used to party here with my friends on Saturday nights, but he changed all that and then, drove them all away with his smartass mouth.

I flipped the driver the bird, he had already been paid by the controller, but was looking for a tip. The only tip he was going to get from me was advice on taking lessons in social etiquette and driving courses.

‘Luke’s’ had changed, well at least the décor had. The layout was basically the same, but lighting had been introduced along with a zillion speakers all on full blast. I think the ear shattering music was called grunge or house or some shit like that, not to my taste. I decided to down one vodka and anything with ice and see if I could find a more acceptable hunting ground. God, was I so out of touch in the last few years? Had it all changed so much? Or was I just older? Even the barkeep was spotty and several years younger than me. Little creep perved on my tits as I made my order, so I jiggled them and told him to make it a large one, with the emphasis on large. He got the message and filled a tumbler with vodka and dripped some blue syrup as a mixer; just how I like my vodka.

Glass in hand, I scoped the dance floor and immediately felt ancient. These were **** that gyrated in disjointed patterns. Some little bastard pinched my ass and was just about to get the standard issue back of the palm under the nose treatment that always resulted in lots of blood and a satisfying crunch; when he went down as if pole axed.

I hadn’t noticed the guy who just saved the kid from a busted nose before. He smiled as he stepped over the prostrate kid and took my arm, leading me to the end of the bar and a quieter corner.

I finished my drink while appraising him over the rim of the glass, deciding he would more than do for the purposes of tonight’s escapade. A white tee shirt struggled to hold all of his tanned and muscular body in and his blue jeans revealed a tight ass. Typical Californian beach jockey I thought and testosterone fuelled; perfect.

He bought me another drink and we struggled to make conversation, getting really only as far as exchanging names. Then he lightly grasped my elbow and tossed his head towards the exit by way of invitation to go someplace else. I wasn’t about to argue.

The music was cut as if by a knife when the doors closed and we found ourselves outside, like stepping from one world into another, much quieter one.

Another bar and another two lines in the john had me mellowing. John was kind of cute in a masculine way and his offer of coffee came at the right time. We laughed when he told me about his dog Cujo and I asked if that wasn’t the one that ate people in the film. He almost creased when he told me he only ate pussy. I guessed it was his favourite line. Personally, I thought it crass, but allowed him his little joke.

We fell through his apartment door, kicking it shut and ripping clothes off all at the same time. The mixture of coke and vodka had done their combined magic, rendering me as horny as all hell and back. At least he had the good grace to fold my dress and whistle his appreciation of the thong before locking his mouth over mine and kneading my tits as if tuning in his audio system. But, do you know what? I could care less how he treated me. He had permission to use me like the tramp I looked like, fuck me into the ground and then do it all over again. I was here to be used and wanted it more than anything. This was after all, my rebound revenge on the asshole I had been saddled with, so getting dirty was all par for the course.

Jesus, but he had a large cock and his fingers had my cunt creaming from the first minute. In what seemed like no time at all, I was impaled on him and riding an orgasm straight down the stretch. His leather sofa was cold on my back, but I hardly noticed, my own internal heating had been turned up to full and this guy was getting three years of pent up desperation in one go.

Suddenly, he got up, the mongrel, leaving me crawling over the ceiling, and then his fucking dog comes into the room and sits down like some voyeur, watching from his vantage point in the middle of the room.

John, bless him, got those fingers going again and then started on my tits at the same time. I’m a sucker for that; two centres of operation simultaneously; brings me off in record time. John had two or three fingers frigging my soaked twat, but the damage was being done by his thumb as it pressed and rubbed my clit. A crashing orgasm was well under way when the weirdest thing happened.

A cold wet nose shoved John’s fingers away to be replaced by a hot, very hot tongue that rasped over my lips and hit the panic button dead centre. Then the action was repeated and I was passed the point of return. The dogs tongue fucked me inside out in rapid strokes that had me gasping and then, God almighty! I climaxed like I had never ever before. The poor animal’s head was trapped between my thighs as I went through orgasm and into climax, soaking everything in a rush of come. The pleasure and feeling the dog was giving me was too much all at once and I don’t know, but the next thing was I found myself on the floor, twitching and shivering like I was connected to the electricity supply. I’ve had many orgasms in many different ways and situations, but I ain’t ever felt anything like that before. It was like death and birth all in a single moment.

John asked me if I was alright and I guess I said I was. Somehow I found his cock in my hand as the tremors subsided.

It took me some time to regain control and I wanted to reward John for showing me this experience, so I did the natural thing any self respecting whore would do, I turned over and sucked that lovely cock of his straight into my mouth. I was getting into it as well, setting up a nice rhythm, allowing his head to get deeper with every nod. I was going to blow him straight into my guts if I could.

I wasn’t prepared for the next action though. Dammed dog jumped me; before I could properly react, he had what felt like a cucumber rammed in my twat. Worse, it withdrew partially before being rammed straight back in and then fucked me in a blur of speed and force.

Jesus! But, it was so fucking big, and then dammed me if it didn’t start to thicken, causing all kinds of sensations as it pummelled into my cunt.

Fucking hell Abigail I heard John shout, but I was too far gone to worry about words, just the primeval need to mate. His cock went further than I had intended into my throat, but it didn’t matter too much because he couldn’t last and his spunk liberally coated my oesophagus.

The dog had slowed down now, his thrust shorter and deeper. I could feel his knot splitting my walls open and I wanted his come deep inside. His paws had cut ribbons into my sides in his haste to fuck me, but that too hardly mattered. John’s semen leaked onto the floor as I put my head down and shoved back on the dogs cock with all my being.

Something happened then, like a blossoming, a flower opening, because Cujo entered a place I didn’t know existed in my body. As soon as he found it, his scalding come bloomed inside me, filling my guts with a warmth and glow of mutual release. I came around his bulb as he shot copious dog come deep inside me. Then, his completion attained, he sort of slid from my body, his short hair rasping on the base of my spine and his cock creating a vacuum that felt as if my insides were being drawn out through my hole.

The beautiful dog then did something no man had ever done for me, he cleaned my bruised labia of his and my fluids, taking care to get every last bit. The sensation was soothing rather than sexual and I fell in love with the animal then and there.

I stayed the night with John and ate breakfast with him in the morning. Cujo, it seemed, was not a morning dog. I missed him as I said my farewells. John had my number and I hoped he would call me some time.

I took my sore and battered fanny home and gave it the pleasure of a long soak in a hot bath.

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It was a nothing out of the ordinary Saturday night. Jimmy asked me to drop by his club and pick up some money he needed banked. Jimmy didn’t use the same kind of banks that most people do, if you get my drift.

The club was humming; packed to the gills with spotty teenagers jumping and twisting to the DJ’s house crap he insisted was the best thing since Liberace. I wanted to get in there and out again, get shot of the money and then relax on the beach with Cujo. It was a warm night, a little grass and a stroll sounded just about right.

I saw the kid’s vicious pinch of the broad’s ass and recognised her attack strategy. In one of those instinctive reactions I downed him with a straight fingered kidney punch, figuring that he might get sick a little for a day or two, but she was likely to drive his nasal bone straight into his brain if she did it right. The kid went down, lights out which was gratifying, I still had the touch and she had been to defence classes and looked as if she knew all about it.

So as to diffuse the situation, I grasped her arm and steered her away from the kid to the other end of the bar. She looked as much as it was possible to be out of place. In fact, she looked like a fucking whore on the pull, but a good looking whore at that.

We managed to get each others names. Who ever heard a whore called Abigail? She was juiced, her dilated eyes jumped all over the place, never settling and the huge vodka she had been nursing slipped down her throat like it was no more than water. I bought her another which didn’t last too long either.

Thinking that she ought to be out of the joint, I grabbed her arm and motioned to the door. I swear; all that was in my mind was to rescue the poor girl, nothing more than that. I could tell she thought I was okay, her eyes, when they did settle, smiled and it was a nice smile. I thought she might be pretty good looking under all the crap on her face. Certainly, the body was fit and the dress hid absolutely nothing at all. Her tits were just about perfect and no bra.

We dropped into Mike’s, a much quieter place and had one or two drinks there, chatting and stuff. She went to the ladies and came back wired. I suppose that was the moment I thought about taking her home. I told her about my dog and came up with the gag, that he only ate pussy. It always produced a laugh and broke the ice on many occasions.

By the time I got her to my apartment, she was zinging. The coke had scored a home run and she fairly buzzed. I somehow got her up the stairs and through the door before she had my shirt off and was making a determined effort on the jeans. To be honest, I don’t really like women who act slutty and were only half interested in getting jiggy.

The dress came off and my assessment of her tits was quite accurate. 34 B’s I guessed, nice and palm sized. The panties, or thong, whatever there’re called was class though; all sparkling with fake diamonds and obviously expensive.

The hell with it I though, why not fuck her and chuck her out? She would probably flake out anyway.

She lay out on the couch and giggled a bit at the coolness of the leather after I had laid her dress to one side and had myself a feel of those pert little tities. Her breath smelled stale from the vodka when I kissed her, but those breasts made up for it.

Ah, but then I found her fanny, it hadn’t been shaved for a day or two. Normally, I would have eaten her, but I hate stubble on anything, least of all a cunt. So it was going to be frigging time, I had no intention of getting friction burns under my nose; fuck that!

She was off and away, the combination of coke and booze had her squealing and creaming in no time. Nice size clit; couldn’t fail to find it and she responded quite nicely. I slid into her and started up with the old two step rock and roll, pumping up the jizz and she just came right there and then. Cute; but not a great big turn on for me.

I thought I would give her some breathing space for a minute and remembered Cujo had been locked in the bedroom. Left in the lounge, he would tear up the sofa and wreck the place. So I got up and let the sad bastard in.

We had shared a broad or two in the past and I had no problem him watching the master screw some chick into oblivion. Cujo followed me into the room and then sat like any regular audience, waiting for the main event.

Abigail was still steaming and wanting more, so I sat on the edge of the sofa and frigged her again. Two or three fingers were inside and my thumb rubbing her pleasure zone. I had to play with her nipples; her tits were just perfect and topped with large nipples that must have looked great in a bikini on a cold day.

I didn’t hear Cujo or even know he had moved until he nosed my hand out of the way. Kinky bastard loves the taste of woman.

Fuck me if she didn’t respond like a scalded cat. Almost as soon as he licked that pussy of hers, then she was creaming. Then, he jumped up on the sofa, between her legs and slurped on her muff like his life depended on it. The effect it had on Abigail was stunning. She screamed and creamed and clamped his head in a vice like grip, then she just sort of spasmned like she was in shock or something and flipped right off the couch and landed on the floor on her back. Fuck but she could come, there was a puddle of her on the floor and Cujo was licking it up. Always was a tidy dog.

I might have asked if she was alright or something, but the rampant bitch grabbed my cock and then spun over and started giving me head in the best way. She sure could get that b@by down.

Well then it got really weird. Right out of the blue and never before seen, Cujo jumps on her back and begins fucking her. He and I was eyeball to eyeball as he pumped her cunt and I pumped her mouth. Dammed if it wasn’t the hottest thing I ever did. Given the situation, I admit to losing my load in a short time and I shot the whole bolt right down her gullet.

Cujo was really going for it by now. The boy was ramming into her faster than a steam train, then, he slowed down, making it a longer and deeper stroke. I was transfixed and Abigail was moaning like a banshee.

Abigail’s head hit the floor and she pushed right back on that dog’s dick right at the same time as he pulled her to him. I will never forget the look of pure bliss on his face as he creamed her insides with a few final thrusts. I swear he was grinning at me like a loon.

When he had finished, he slid off of her and gave her fanny a good old clean out. I think she was too well fucked to respond very much.

Anyway, she stayed over the night and left the next day. In my shirt and with none of that shit she had plastered all over her face, Abigail is very pretty and really does have a fantastic body. I plan on calling her in a day or so and who knows, we may just have ourselves a regular little party.
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Really great toy, a must have for every girls toy chest. Multiple areas of simultaneous stimulation and with one useable with one hand.

This is an item that will last a long time and have the same effect every time you use it. This little beaver will definitely be eager to please over and over again!

If I still had this vibe, I would be using it. It put up a great fight with me and lasted almost 2 years.

Overall the eager beaver is an amazing addition to my toy box. I have owned this vibe for many years and no matter how many new toys I add to my collection I always return to this one! The intense vibrations and rotating shaft will really have you tensing up in excitement.

Overall I love my Beaver! I highly recommend this. You will not be disappointed with your new toy. I promise. I have had mine for years and I am very satisfied still.

I would recommend this product to anyone. I love it. Buy it and try something new. Have a great time alone or with a partner. It is great for DP.

The Eager Beaver is a multifunctional dream, the batteries last for weeks at a time, and it is very soft and glides easily. The only downside to this toy is that it can be noisy, so try to be discreet or stay behind closed doors.

I very much enjoyed this toy. My first one lasted for a few years and I got online immediately after it died to buy an exact replica.

I bought this toy to experiment with a rotating shaft but it just was not strong enough for me to really feel. That, combined with the unsafe material, ugly control panel, and the pointy clitoral stimulator means this toy will remain tucked away with my other poor little reject toys.

The eager beaver is eager to please! It is a great option for beginners who have never used a rabbit style vibe before. It is highly affordable and packs a little bit of punch as well. I would recommend this.

My Pros definitely outweigh my Cons here. While for me I sometimes have a hard time holding still enough to finish my climax when I use this toy alone, it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the toy itself.

Overall, this is an awesome rabbit. They hold up very well, and as someone who has gone through 3 of these, I would say that is a good indicator that I highly recommend them!

Above all, this toy was fabulous for the price. It worked in bringing me to one of the most gratifying orgasms I'd ever had when I bought it.

Overall, I would say this toy is definitely worth the buy. I've purchased several toys after this one, but for some reason I always gravitate towards using this one. Maybe because it gives me easy and fulfilling orgasms. It's very exciting, powerful, and my go-to toy.

I would say that this vibrator was named pretty appropriately! With all the twists and turns, vibrations and dual stimulation, this toy is sure to be a favorite. Considering mine has lasted 8 years now, I would say its pretty well built too!

An overall pleaser and teaser. Take this little guy on the adventure he is looking for. Neither one of you will be disappointed.

If you're a beginner and want a cheaper vibe, or an advanced user who doesn't care about anything but vibration, this is a good choice. If not, I'd look for something with more quality overall.

The Eager Beaver will offer you an exciting new experience if you've never tried a rabbit vibrator before, but beware--your fun won't last long because this bunny will probably take an early trip across the Rainbow Bridge.

I loved this toy. It was a great first time rabbit. I would buy it again if i knew it would last longer than 10 uses. It was a great toy, for great fun.

This item is worth it. The material is soft and the toy is easy to use. Eager Beaver is great for beginners. With multiple settings and easy to use controls, this toy will get you off quick. Great for couples for foreplay. A little loud and hard to clean, but for the price, it's worth the money.

The Eager Beaver is a good basic beginner vibrator with room to grow. Its easy to use and its multiple functions give the user a chance to experiment and try something new to see what works for them. While it is a bit limited in the settings it has, the vibrations of the bullet are still fairly strong.

The Eager Beaver is a low-budget vibrator. This is a great vibrator if you are appealed by the bendable rotating shaft, but not concerned about the low-quality porous material. It also bears a face on the shaft that is kinda...creepy.

I recommend this toy to anyone who is looking for a dual-stimulation vibrator. The only negative is that it is jelly, but if you put a condom on it, there is no problem. The Eager Beaver gives me the most amazing orgasms I have ever had. They are so intense and leave my legs shaking every time!

Okay, this had a lot of potential but just seems to be cheaply put together. Save and spend some more money on a higher-end rabbit that will last long and do what you want. This toy is more of a non-vibrating dildo for me than anything.

I would highly suggest this vibrator for anyone. The only thing that could ever make this toy better would be if it were attached to a human body! It's easy to store, easy to clean (with careful attention, of course, due to ribbing in the shaft), easy to get the batteries into, and most of all, it's very easy to get it to make you cum.

All in all this is a great beginner product, with a great price and wonderful powers. This eager beaver has taken up spot, just in the right spot. He is buzzing with all the right moves right where you need him. And the beautiful shaft part of this toy will rotate giving you a great textured feeling. I would recommend this product to anyone wanting to get what they pay for, over and over again.

I love this product. I think it is one of the best vibrators out there today. I can't wait to get a new one.

Great for both beginners and advanced users. The strong vibrations and good size never fail to satisfy. Overall, a worthy addition to any collection.

This item is worth it just for the clitoral stimulation that it provides! I've never had a toy that is able to satisfy me as easily as the Eager Beaver. For the price, it can't be beat!

This toy would be great for someone who knows their body and isn't in it just for the clitoral stimulation.

Do you have neighbors? If so, prepare to tell them that you have a really loud pencil sharpener, and that sometimes you scream in frustration at it. Or something.

The Eager Beaver is definitely worth the price. You will get tons of enjoyment out of it. The AA batteries make is last plenty long; not that it will take you long. The clitoral stimulation is out of this world! It is the perfect experience.

This is excellent first purchase for a rabbit type vibrator. It really delivers for the price and it easy to use.

This toy is worth the small price tag. It's a good addition to any collection. You will definitely get what you pay for. If you just want to cum, look no further.

All in all I really enjoy the Eager Beaver. I've had it for about a year and a half, use it several times a week, and it's held up really well. It does not drain batteries fast and never fails to bring me a happy ending.

The Eager Beaver is a great vibrator that has cool features for a great price, but might be disappointing to people with strong pelvic muscles.

All in all, I'd say that whether or not you're lonely, this is an amazing toy. The clitoral stimulation is intense. I've had the Eager Beaver for almost two years now, and I'd say I've definately gotten my moneys worth.

I really cannot stress how great the Eager Beaver really is. This thing really won't die out on you and is stronger than any inexpensive vibrator I've owned. Mine lasted me for years and years. You won't find a better bang for your buck.

This was absolutely amazing. I will never ever give mine up. The way it makes you feel when your cumming is nothing short of heaven.

The Eager Beaver is my best friend when my husband is at work and I need to get some dick. It rubs on the clit just right while penetrating my pussy. The way it can be sped up and slowed down helps keep me from coming too soon. It gives me multiple strong orgasms. It is pretty loud, either go to a room that is sound proof or cover up really good to muffle the sound.

It is a great toy for starters, the vibrator gives you just what you need to orgasm but the twister feature isn't that great. I think this one would leave experienced rabbit users with something left to be desired.

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David to Dee

Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing erotica. It's turning into a longer story than I'd intended, but it seems that these characters have a life of thier own, and will tell it in thier own way. Hope you like it.

"Dave," she purred, "you know you can tell me anything. Surely you know you can trust me not to judge you by your fantasies."

He was squirming under her touch, his eyes tightly shut, trying to avoid telling her his deepest secrets on the one hand, and on the other, hoping beyond hope that she would wring it all out of him, and accept him for what he was in the darkest corners of his psyche.

Gina was cupping his balls, lightly stroking the area just under them with her fingertips, and breathing hotly on his cockhead. Dave's mind was a blur at the sensation. His legs were spread wide as they could get, comfortably. He yearned to tell her to slip those tickling fingertips into his clenching ass, to suck on his nipples, to make him open up and feel that fulfillment he so often dreamed of.

"I...I...oh god!" he gasped," please, Gina!"

"Please what, Dave? I did it for you. Tell me, Dave. What do you think about when you're all alone at night?"

" I think about you," he gasped, hoping against hope that this would do it for her. "I think about you touching me and kissing me everywhere, and making me really feel it!"

"That's so sweet, you little liar," she exclaimed. "I'm going to find out, you know. I guess it'll just take a little longer than I hoped." She sighed. "You know, Dave, this really bothers me. I hoped that you could trust me. I wanted to fulfill your fantasies and get even closer to you." She took his cockhead into her lips and slowly sucked down his entire seven inch length, her tongue dancing on his glans, her fingers gripping his balls tighter, tighter, until he opened his eyes.

She loved that expression...the mix of desire and fear...the yearning and the guilt...it was delicious! Gina honestly wanted to learn Dave's big secret fantasy, so that she could give him as much pleasure as he'd given her over the last few weeks. His reluctance really did bother her, though.

"What could be so bad that he'd have to keep it all to himself," she wondered. "I hope it isn't something involving kids or animals or something sick."

David's back arched up off the bed. He whined in that cute way of his as he reached his peak. Gina's pursed lips and writhing tongue quickly brought him up and over his climax. Some of his fluids leaked out the corner of her mouth, but she held her ground, gently sucking him until he shivered in ecstacy, then just holding his member in her warm wet mouth until it relaxed into it's flacid state. All the while she looked up into his face, trying to read his thoughts, his hidden desires.

The previous few weeks had been amazing for Gina. David was an attentive, curious lover, always asking her questions about what she wanted. Gina had opened up to him more than she ever had with anyone in her life. Even the best times with her ex, back when they were in their early twenties, hadn't been as fun as being with Dave over the last month and a half.

Dave had taken her to the park just last week, at 3 AM, and eaten her until she was sure that she couldn't come anymore. Then he'd fucked her on a picnic table, surprising her with yet another series of multiple orgasms as he teased her ass with a finger.

The week before, he'd fingered her in a movie theatre until she begged him to leave. He walked her around the building and pushed her up against the wall, where he lifted her skirt, knelt and ate her pussy and fingered her tight little butt until she begged him to stop.

Gina felt that she'd waited all of her 32 years just to be with this tall, slender, dark, incredibly creative lover.

But what did he think about when he jerked off? What was the one thing that would get him to lose his control?

Perhaps the secret was in the things he did to her...?

The next day, at lunch, Gina was listening to Frannie, her best friend and neighbor, tell her about how she'd used an eight-inch strapon dildo on her husband the night before.

"You should see his expression when it goes in, Gina," she laughed. "He doesn't know whether to shit or go blind!"

"Frannie," she giggled, "you're probably the scariest woman alive!"

"No, Sweetie-pie. I know what men want. They want the same attention that they give to us. They want to feel special, accepted, and attractive, just like any girl on the street. Besides, you'd be amazed at the control you can get over a guy once you've had your way with his ass! HAH! I can get Bill to do anything I want just by putting the damned thing on!"

"Well, I'm gonna find Dave's special spot soon. He just won't open up to me, Frannie. It's really nice, the things he does to me, but I want to see that look you keep telling me about on Bill's face."

"Yeah, I know. You want him to think about you when he jerks off at night, right? I'm telling you, hon, shove a dick up his ass and he'll be yours forever. Once you get a guy like that, he has no one else to talk to about it. You think that guys talk like we do? Hell, no! He'll only have you, and only you, to share that with. Unless, of course, you decide to let someone else in on it. I, for one, would love to watch!"

They laughed until tears fell over that.

David drove home from work that night in a daze. He kept thinking about Gina's fingers teasing right behind his balls.

Oh, if only she'd figure out his need. He was never going to be able to tell her what he wanted. It was just too embarassing. Besides, if he told her, he'd most likely lose her. No woman wanted to play like he wanted to be played with.

He pulled into the parking garage, and into his spot. He had two whole days to play all by himself in his apartment. His company was in the process of moving, and so he had nothing to do until Thursday. He'd stopped at the adult bookstore, and picked up 3 movies of his favorite subject, as well as some lube and a brand new 9 inch lifelike cock, with a suction cup on the base. The next two days were going to be bliss!

He didn't have a date with Gina until Friday, and he was sure that he could get in some quality time with his newest acquisitions without any interruptions.

He dropped the bag on the kitchen counter, and stripped off his clothes down to the sexy little pink panties he'd worn under his suit. Next, he went straight to his walk-in closet, and opened the panel at the back, where he kept all of his "frillies." He chose a pair of black 5 inch heels, black seamed stay-up stockings, the purple bustier, and the long brunette wig from his rather impressive collection. He scooped up the DD false breasts that had cost a small fortune, and took off the panties.

After donning his sexy apparell, David returned to the kitchen, poured himself a tall glass of wine, opened the frustrating packaging that held his newest toys and movies, and simpered into his living room to have an evening of private delights.

The first movie was titled "Bitch Boys In Heat." He popped it into the DVD player, turned on the plasma TV, and sipped his Chardonnay.

Before the menu came up, there were advertisements for phone sex girls and trailers of up-coming movies. Dave enjoyed watching the huge-breasted women slaving over cocks, shoving dildos inside each other, getting splashed with cum, but his favorite action was when one woman was getting fucked from behind, doggy style, and he sighed as he watched her huge tits actually clap together as she rocked on the cock.

His hands went to his stuffed bra cups, feeling the hard nipples molded into the forms, wishing he could feel those sensations himself, the heavy weight on the chest, the swaying and the impact of those huge tits as they slapped against each other. His cock sprang up, and he fingered it casually as his mind wandered, wondering what it would feel like to actually have those huge breasts on his own chest...to have men and women sucking those big nipples...to feel that beautiful...that wanted...

After replaying the tit-clapping scene at least 10 times, Dave fingered the remote to see the menu, and touched "play."

The movie opened with an odd camera angle on a woman's heels. As it panned upward, the camera showed a very feminine, large-breasted woman, in full Domme regalia, wearing a huge strap on dildo, talking on the phone. The camera panned back even further to show another figure tied over a bar stool. A few moments later, it proved to be a she male, her ass gleaming with lubricant.

Just then the phone rang, startling Dave into spilling his wine onto his false breasts.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, reaching for the phone. "Hello!"

"Oh my!" It was Gina."Am I interrupting something important?"

"Oh! No, sorry. You just scared me into spilling my drink."

"Why don't you come over and fuck my little slut?" said the woman in the movie.

"Ack!" Dave hit the remote just a second too late to mute the movie.

"What was that? Do you have company, Dave?"

"No, why?" He sounded so nervous!

"Did I just hear a woman tell me to come fuck you?"

"What? No...um...uh...so what...er...how are you?"

"I'm fine, or I was," Gina nearly sobbed. "What's going on, Dave? I know what I heard!"

"No. It was a thing on the TV."

"I'm coming over, Dave. I really want to talk...tonight." She hung up on him.

Dave was frantic. He gathered up all the movies, grabbed the lube and dildo, and tripped over his heels trying to get to the closet.

He hadn't noticed the caller ID. Had she called him from her cell phone? She could be in the parking garage!

He kicked off the heels, grabbed everything he had carried and stuffed it all into the back panel of the closet. Struggling with the bustier, he finally got it off, dropped the huge falsies, gathered them back up, stuffed them in the secret compartment. He nearly had the stockings rolled down when the doorbell rang.

He'd torn a big hole in the left stocking, so he ripped off the right as well, and threw them both into the back panel of the closet. Then he grabbed his robe, and shrugged it on as he went to the door.

"Hi, babe!"

She stormed right through him, exclaiming "Don't you 'hi, babe' me! Where is she?"

"Huh? I told you no one's here, Gina!"

Gina stood there, her eyes tearing up, and she hugged herself.

"Ah, c'mon, Gina." David reached for her, but she tore herself out of his grasp.

"Why can't you open up to me? And whose voice did I hear on the phone?"

"I told you..."

"David, I hoped I could trust you. I hoped that you could trust me. I just don't know right now what to think about our relationship!"

Sobbing, Gina went to the living room and sat on the couch, where, just moments ago, Dave had been readying himself for some private quality time with his toys and clothes. She kicked off her heels, curled up her legs under her and looked in her purse for a tissue.

"Look, let me get you a glass of wine and we'll talk, okay? I was just getting ready to take a shower."

She nodded through her tears, so, he left her.

Pouring the wine, Dave didn't hear her come into the kitchen.

"So, " Dave jumped yet again, once more spilling wine, this time on the kitchen counter.

"You seem a little jumpy, Dave. Feeling guilty about something?"

He looked into her eyes, thinking about how quickly he'd become so very close to this woman in every way, with the only exception being his secret sexuality, and sighed sadly. He got a dish towel and wiped up the spilled wine.

"Gina, you keep scaring me. That's all."

He handed her the glass of wine, kissed her cheek, took her hand and led her into the living room.

"Look, hon," he said quietly. "Let me take that shower. I just walked in the door. We can call out for a pizza or something, and have a nice evening. Okay?"

"Sure," she answered. " But I meant it when I said we have to talk, Dave. I'm worried about things right now. Am I moving too fast with you?"

"Gina, just relax, okay? I'll just be a few minutes, then we'll talk." He knew he needed the time to come up with something to distract her from her never-ending quest to discover his hidden sexuality. She seemed very determined to get to him, and he was sure that she'd dump him as soon as she found out. Gina was very feminine, and he couldn't imagine her wanting him as he truly wanted to be wanted.

Feeling like he was walking on egg shells, David kissed her lips lightly, and headed for the bathroom.

As soon as she heard the shower running, Gina went to the kitchen, and looked in the garbage, where she found the packaging for the dildo Dave had bought. She gasped when she saw the pictures on the packaging. There was a shot of a woman pulling a huge dong into herself as she sucked an equally large cock. Lower down, there was another picture of a statuesque brunette fitting a huge plastic realistic-looking organ into a strap on contraption that hugged her hips.

Gina listened for the running water as she headed to Dave's bedroom. Satisfied that she still had a few minutes, she rummaged through his drawers, finding only his clothes. She found a few magazines under the mattress. They all showed men and she-males being taken from behind by women, men, and she-males. There was even one portraying a man who'd been feminized, wearing a corset, wig, heels and hose, tied with his hands to his ankles, hanging from some metal framework, being fucked by a machine, while a woman forced his face into her crotch.

Her heart beating fast, Gina spied the closet.

"Yes!" she whispered as she nearly ran to the little room. She was puzzled that she wasn't finding anything, when she saw the edge of the secret panel in the back of the walk-in closet pulled out from the trim at the edge of the floor.

She grasped it with her nails, and pulled it out. Inside were quite an array of feminine fetish clothes, dildos, butt plugs, a stack of femdom movies, and a series of books on the "art of being feminine."

Grinning from ear to ear, Gina gently returned everything the way it was, just as the water in the bathroom turned off. She practically skipped into the living room, so pleased she was with her new discovery. Never for a second did she question what she needed to do to get into the deepest recesses of Dave's psyche, now. She gulped her wine, and slipped out the door.

She wanted to talk to Frannie before she did anything else with him.

Dave dried off, shaking all over. He slipped his robe back on, and tip-toed out to the living room, peeking around the corner. Puzzled that he didn't see her, he checked the rest of the apartment, calling her name.

When he saw that she was definitely gone, he sat and tried to figure out what to do. He didn't want to lose her. He was so afraid of her disgust if she didn't want anything to do with his little secret. He was also afraid that she might, in her anger that he wasn't "all-man," go and tell everyone in their social circle that he was a little ass-fucking sissy in his mind.

Maybe it would be better just to end it all quickly, with no chance of getting either what he wanted with her, or the possibility of his exposure to the community at large.

With those thoughts running through his mind, Dave layed down on the couch, his eyes tearing up, and he eventually slipped off to sleep.

"You look surprized, dear," Frannie said. "You'd be amazed at how many men think about things like that. Of course, finding one that actually looks good and can take a good-sized cock is pretty rare."

"I just never imagined that Dave, of all people, would be into that," Gina said. "He never gave me an incling that he was bi or gay or that he wanted anything out of the ordinary."

"He's scared, Gina. If any of his drinking buddies found out about his kink he'd be in trouble. You can use that, you know, to get him to open up to you, if you're smart."

"What do you think I should do, Fran?"

"Well, if it were me, I'd fuck his little ass until he couldn't walk like a man anymore! Then I'd make him wear his panties & hose & bras all the time, just so's I could keep a tight little leash on his poor little pea-brain! Just like I do to Bill. In fact, why don't we get them together to do a little lesbian scene for us? Wouldn't that be a hoot?"

"Oh my god, Frannie! You are too much!"

Dave woke the next day feeling a bit miserable. Gina would surely dump him once she found out. Once again, he knew, he'd have to put away all his playthings, and hide them away if he wanted to keep her.

Could he do it?

Gina woke up with a slight hangover. As she took three aspirin with a glass of water, she thought about how she could share Dave's fetish in a way that would satisfy them both.

She thought about his slender frame, his height, his long legs. Yes, he'd look good in heels. Might even give him more of a butt. His face wasn't overly masculine. He had great eyes, and the longest lashes! This would be fun. Like having a living, breathing, Barbie-with-a-cock!

A thought struck her...Dave always snuck a finger up her ass, just at she reached the point of orgasm. He loved to tease her there, and, in truth, she liked it, too.

The next time they were intimate, she was going to explore his little bottom. She would work on his little nipples, too. Let's see if he'll open up with a bit of physical sensations that were more used on women than men.

The phone rang, just as the woman in the movie was guiding a huge dildo into the poor hero's ass. Dave paused the film this time, before answering the phone.

"Hi!" it was Gina. "I thought that you might like some breakfast. I stopped at the diner and got us some egg sandwiches."

"Okay, where are you? I kinda need to wake up."

"I'm in the parking garage, love. I'll be up in a jiff." She rang off.

"Dammit!" he yelled. He ran into the closet, and just got out of the bra when the doorbell rang.

Dave pulled up a pair of sweat pants over his panties, yanked a t-shirt over himself, and tried to calm himself as he strode to the door.

Gina looked radiant in a little pink tube-top and daisy duke shorts. Her tiny feet were in pink plastic sandals with three inch heels. Her make up was perfect, and her long brown hair seemed bigger and fuller.

As Gina took the bag of food into the kitchen, Dave remembered the movie paused in the living room. He ran in and took it out of the DVD player before she could see the scene plastered all over the TV screen, the glistening realistic toy poised at the little star of the hero's ass as he looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes pleading.

His cock grew in his black panties in spite of his near-panicked state. Shaking his head to get the images out of his mind, Dave walked into the kitchen, where Gina was unwrapping the sandwiches.

"And good morning to you!" Gina giggled, eyeing Dave's throbbing erection in the sweats. She gave him a little squeeze, noting the slippery feel of the panties under the pants.

He gasped, nearly running away when she grabbed his cock, fearing that she would find the panties. He froze in place for a moment, then relaxed as she let him go after giving him a sensual rub.

He chuckled a bit nervously, and grabbed one of the sandwiches to distract himself.

"So what are you doing today?"

She looked him up and down for a moment before answering.

"Well, I thought maybe I'd come see why you're off work. You could have told me you had some time off this week. We might have planned something special."

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História Love changes everything - Capítulo 2

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Categorias EXO
Personagens Lay, Suho
Tags Exo
Exibições 6
Palavras 343
Terminada Sim
Gêneros: Romance e Novela, Shonen-Ai, Yaoi
Avisos: Homossexualidade
Aviso legal
Os personagens encontrados nesta história são apenas alusões a pessoas reais e nenhuma das situações e personalidades aqui encontradas refletem a realidade, tratando-se esta obra, de uma ficção. Os eventuais personagens originais desta história são de minha propriedade intelectual. História sem fins lucrativos, feita apenas de fã para fã sem o objetivo de denegrir ou violar as imagens dos artistas.

Notas do Autor

please read hopefully the result is satisfactory

Capítulo 2 - Chapter 2

Fanfic / Fanfiction Love changes everything - Capítulo 2 - Chapter 2

Suddenly Suho encourage lay down on the couch, which made him fall to the sitting position. Suho lay eyes on the shoulder as he pushed hard enough.

"Come together?" Suho smiled lay blinked several times in surprise, his mouth began to open itself.

"You mean..?"

"Your future does not realize this for 3 years I always look in you? I've let you hard code also you're not ngegubris me. Not really sensitive heck are you?" Suho started to open his mouth, then clicked his tongue

"Wait, wait .. you're not jamming prank I right? You reject all the girls who shoot you just because of me?" asked lay still confused why let me thank bundles of fat like them?

"Suho was sitting next lay. He began to show a cheery smile, then gently grasping hand lay. But perhaps because of the lay too shocked, she even took her hand and stood away from Suho." Do not play with me! I hate the very same people like you !! Already arrogant, equally evil people, a lot of behavior again! You think with your wealth and handsome face that you can dapetin everything? Not !!

 "lay said firmly. After expressing hatred, lay immediately took the bag and then immediately left school blazer." Ish .. hell is? Not really that guy!

"The mind of lay again on the way home" To have my heart really beats cepet really anyway ?! One agency I was also hot. What I'm more a fever?

"Murmured lay quietly, occasionally holding her forehead and cheeks were hot.

Somehow the next morning at the gate of the school was filled with girls. lay not have time to care about what schoolgirls were doing there, because the lay must prepare for a retrial grade. His eyes were busy staring at a book full of formulas that lay hold, when suddenly there is someone who embraces him tightly.

"Unfortunately I'm waiting for you Just came in from 7 know" How shocked lay when viewed Suho was put his arm on her shoulder, smiling sweetly

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Lusting For Ruth

It had been raining persistently for three days, and I had no hopes that the sun might return. I didn't mind it so much- it was nice to dance in, naked- by my friend Ruth was pretty much solar-powered and was full of woe, when she arrived with her boyfriend, that the summer sun had departed so soon.

Ruth and I often had evenings in together, with our partners. We took it in turn to go to one another's houses, the hosting couple supplying a warm meal and some alcohol, the visiting couple arriving with desert and more drinks. That night Ruth and Mark visited Eddy and I.

Looking back, I don't remember who suggested it. I do remember, however, how we came to think of it, the four of us. The drink had a not insignificant role, that I suddenly decided to share with Mark and Ruth my latest secret: that I was bi-curious.

Ruth, a self-professed bisexual of long standing but little actual experience with our fair gender, giggled and clapped her hands delightedly. "Raise your left hand for tits, and your right hand for arses!" she instructed, proposing another one of our drunken polls.

My left arm seemed to raise itself as I thought of mine and Eddy's porn collection. Pert, gentle breasts; I smiled. Humongous tits, I though, were somehow ugly and daunting.

Eddy preferred arses, and so did Ruth, apparently, while Mark lifted both arms. "Greedy," Eddy accused Mark.

"Nothing wrong with a man who knows what he likes," Mark said, " and I like round buttocks and rounder tits."

Ruth giggled some more, looking at Eddy. "So you're a butt boy yourself?"

He nodded. "How could I not be? Have you seen Claire's cute, little ass?"

She looked at me for a moment. Calmly, "It is a lovely tush."

I snorted quietly. "And you have adorable breasts, my dear."

She smiled faintly. "I was serious."

I looked around the table for a moment. Mark and Eddy, if nothing else, seemed eager. As I turned back to Ruth, I saw the warmth in her eyes and knew she wasn't kidding me, and that it would all be ok.

Even now I don't find many women attractive, but I had thought Ruth was damned hot for a long time. She was shorter than me, standing maybe at 5"4, a slim woman with real curves. She had brown hair and brown eyes, but I hadn't been looked at her eyes much any more. She knew she looked good, and dressed to flaunt it. Hell, if I had a body like that, I'd flaunt it.

The men started laughing, shattering our shared daydream. And then someone said it.

"Raise your hand for yes."

Mark, Eddy and Ruth all raised a hand, Ruth seeming especially enthusiastic. "About what?" I asked naively.

"Us two," Ruth said, brushing a hair from my face and smiling.

I smiled back, and lifted my arm.

Candles were set around the front room, the furniture pushed aside. The four of us sat on the layers of blankets and pillows that had been laid on the floor, talking.

I was nervous as hell. I hardly said a thing; no matter what the conversation was about, I couldn't have spoken. I could hardly think over the sound of my own thunderous heartbeat.

Ruth's hand crawled over the fluffy landscape of pillows until it met mine. She held it gently for a long while, the conversation still bubbling. In her grasp, I could feel myself calm and begin to stop shaking. My stomach un-knotted itself. Something about her warm touch was familiar and reassuring.

Slowly, she drew my hand toward her and placed it high up on her thigh. I could feel the warmth of her flesh inviting me through the thin fabric of her dress. She left go, and my hand drifted, feeling her long legs. As I grew more confident, I slipped my hand beneath her dress and she turned to me, her hand resting on my shoulder as she nibbled my neck and face.

Mark and Eddy goggled at us. This was what we had planned- for us to sit together and let things happen naturally instead of diving in, mostly because of my nerves- but they still couldn't believe it was happening. With her free hand, Ruth shooed them away. The pair stood, shrugged and grabbed more drinks and a better place to watch from as Ruth lay me down and rested her length along mine.

She was so light, and my hands immediately found new places to occupy themselves as we kissed, softly at first, and then more harshly, deeply.

She tasted sweet, and a sour tongues met over and over, I knew I wanted more. Our hands fumbled at one another's bodies through the obstruction of clothes until we couldn't stand it any longer. Kneeling with one leg at each side of me, Ruth looked down at me lustfully. "Undress me," she whispered sharply.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, unzipping her dress down the back. The red garment fell away from her shoulders and hung around her waist, exposing her cleavage. She looked like she was going to burst from her bra, it was almost appetising. I had seen her in her underwear before, when we were roommates some years before, but this was different. This meant something, and this time I could really look and touch her. I unfastened her bra and slid it from around her arms, tossing it aside.

Ruth gasped s I took her breasts in my hands, massaging and rubbing them. Her already erect nipples grew harder under my palms, so I shifted my grip to cup her breasts and twisted the nipples between my fingers. I had wondered, silently, for some time what it would be like to suck another woman's nipples, namely Ruth's. I was so horny, knowing that now I had the chance to find out. I took the left one in my mouth, sucking hard and flicking the nipple with my tongue as she ran her fingers through my hair and pushed my head further into her chest, moaning.

Submerged in sensation, I was only vaguely aware of Mark and Eddy moving around the room to watch us from different angles, but I listened hard to Ruth's moans and felt myself becoming wetter. She shimmied out of her dress and I saw, if only briefly before she moved, her bald pussy glistening with her juices, the tops of her legs dampened by her excitement.

"No panties!" Eddy cried, overjoyed.

Ignoring him, Ruth undressed me, leaving only my lace thong. She kissed my again, then licked my ear and began to nibble it as her hand felt how wet I was. I knew, the crotch of my knickers was soaked. I whimpered and arched my hips, pushing back against her hand. "Oooh!....Please..."

"Do you want me to finger-fuck you?" she asked.

"Yessss," I moaned.

"How badly do you want me to touch you?"

I groaned. I couldn't bear any more. My legs were weak; my pussy was craving attention worse than I had ever known. "I want it so badly. Please! Please touch me!"

She pushed my thong aside and flicked her fingers in and out of me teasingly. I bucked and writhed as she did this and bit my nipples, drying for her to take me. I wanted her to take me roughly, and I got just that. She probed two fingers into my cunt, pushing deep. In and out, she fucked me with her slender fingers. I could feel her breasts touching me, her own flowing juices on my leg as she threw one leg over mine and rubbed her clit against me. As I began to scream, scratching her back, my legs shaking, she slid another two fingers into me, one after the another. I ground myself on her hand and held her closely as I came. And then we lay still, her hand still inside me for the time.

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My throat aches as I leave him standing in the parking lot, my neck tight with the knowledge that he’s watching as I drive away.

FOR THE FIRST time since I’ve been with Anna, I’m relieved that she doesn’t want to be with me tonight. I don’t want her to see the spectacle that is Gray’s birthday celebration.

We hit a few bars, staying only long enough for the crowd to shout its appreciation, for Gray to have a drink, maybe play a game of pool or darts, and then move on. It might seem tame, but even now, there are rules. No binge drinking, no public spectacles, and absolutely no taking home random girls. Right now, we’re ranked number one across the board, and every team wants to take us down. There’s no room for mistakes. Maybe other teams play it differently, but it works for us. Dex and I are in charge of keeping the guys in line. We’re the sober sentinels standing on either side of the ever-moving group of our guys.

Ordinarily, this is a suck-ass job, but I don’t mind it tonight. Though I love hanging with my guys, the whole scene tires me. A few months ago, this might have me worried, but now I recognize it for what it is: my idea of fun has changed. It no longer includes anticipating how many different sets of tits are flashed at me or how many girls I can f**k. I don’t care if people recognize me or slap me on the back and offer to buy me a drink. I’d rather they not notice me at all. That sort of attention means dick-all to me now.

Life has more color, more flavor, and heat in the few hours I’m with Anna, then I’ve experienced in all the years I’ve partied. Because that fun always felt like I was searching, pushing for some ineffable satisfaction that constantly eluded me. With Anna, I feel like I’ve landed right where I want to be.

Exhaustion weighs down my shoulders and my eyelids are gritty as we head back to my house. Normally, I wouldn’t agree to a party here. But it’s Gray’s birthday, and he deserves to have his fun. My house is safe from the public eye and events can be contained there. Because Gray has been adamant about one birthday request.

With a suppressed sigh, I lean back against my living room wall and watch four half-naked women give Gray a lap dance. There are so many na**d limbs, it looks like some demented female hydra writhing around him. Tits bounce in his face, an ass grinds on his crotch, hands run over his head and shoulders, and he’s loving it, as are our teammates. Hoots and catcalls ring out. Especially when the women fan out, each of them headed for a guy. Music thumps in time to writhing and sleek female flesh.

I eye the clock on my DVR and grit my teeth. Yeah, I’m officially a grumpy old man. I just want to go to bed.

Across from me, Dex leans against the kitchen counter nursing a bottled-water. With his bulky frame, shaggy brown hair, and full beard that he insists on wearing, women often call him Bear, something I’m fairly certain he gets off on.

Ethan Dexter, or Dex as everyone calls him, plays center, my right hand, ultimate look out, and the last man standing between me being flattened by hungry linemen. I love this guy and am not ashamed to admit it.

I make my way to him, stepping over the legs of the woman now kneeling before Gray, her head bobbing up and down in rhythmic fashion. Holy hell, I do not want to witness that. Some things can never be unseen.

“Who the f**k arranged for a full service performance?” I ask Dex, as I stand next to him. “That was not part of the deal.”

Dex crosses his beefy arms over his chest. “Simms. The little f**ker.”

Simms, who is a massive defensive end, is also getting some personalized service. I turn away and fish a water out of the fridge. “Let them finish off, and then the girls are out of here.” I take a long swallow and grimace. “I don’t give a shit if it’s Gray’s birthday, I don’t need to see all of that.” Never mind that if we get caught, we’re in deep shit. Not by the police. It’s a sad truth that we’re so revered by this town, this state, that we can get away with anything short of murder. And some days, I wonder about even that. No, I’m talking about Coach. Who doesn’t put up with any shit.

Dex grunts. His face is flushed and his mouth pinched. If there’s one thing that I know about Dex, it’s his intense dislike of exhibitionism. He’s never gone for casual sex. For all I know, he might be pulling a Tebow and is still a virgin. “Why not stop them now?”

“Seems cruel to stop a guy in mid…” I shrug, not wanting to finish that statement.

But I’ve made Dex blush harder.

“You can go if you want,” I offer. “I can clear them out on my own.”

Dex shakes his head and grabs his own water, chugging it down in two gulps. He slams the empty bottle down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Naw, I’m not doing that to you, man. Can you imagine any girlfriend being okay with this?”

Despite my foul mood, a smile tugs at my mouth. Anna would probably go into a tirade about the objectification of women and how such paid services dehumanize both sexes. She’d be right, but then she’s never had to deal with a whiny Gray before.

Pride. It washes over me with warm satisfaction when I think of Anna. And then it promptly flushes away, leaving me cold, because I want Anna to meet Dex and the rest of them. Which seems like it will never happen. She’d balk at the idea. Then again, she came to my practice today. She sought me out for basic comfort.

The warmth returns. Strange how much satisfaction I got just from taking the hurt out of her eyes and replacing it with happiness. When I think of her asswad absentee father, who I’d personally like to pound into a stain on the turf, and of her mother’s roving hands boyfriend, Anna’s reluctance to make a deeper connection becomes clearer. Whereas I grew up seeing firsthand what a loving, committed relationship can be, she likely hasn’t got a clue.

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    Ten minutes later they were standing next to their horses, and waited until Jack, the stable hand, would give them a lift onto the saddle. Everything seemed normal enough, with women riding in and out of the barn, stable hands saddling and unsaddling horses, five gallon buckets of oats lined up against the wall for feeding, as well as a plethora of other equine related activities going on at the same time, but if you looked closer, however, several things seemed a out of the ordinary. Number one, there were no males riding the horses, only women. Number two, all positions of authority were held by women, with only the menial and physically demanding jobs filled by men. And last but not least, it was the saddles, you had to look at the saddles to figure out what was going on here! On each saddle was phallic like protrusion where the riders crotch would normally sit, the length of which varied from saddle to saddle! Angie lifted her leg as Jack hoisted her up, but instead of plopping down hard, Angie stood up in the stirrups while Jack reached up between her legs, found the opening in the crotch of her pants, stuck his fingers inside, fingered Angie’s pussy for a second or two, just to get it lubricated, and then, while holding her lips open with his fingers, guided her down onto the six inch leather spike that sprung from the saddle seat! As Angie settled down, Jack asked, “Is that all right Miss Angie!?!” “Mmmmm, yes,” Angie gasped, as her pussy formed tightly around the thick protrusion!!! Next it was Petra’s turn, the only difference being, was that her saddle had and eight incher rather than a six! Each woman decided how long and thick she wanted her satisfier, some opting for huge, while others only wanted to be teased, so they went for a much smaller version!!! The two women turned their horses around and headed off towards one of the many trails that crisscrossed the property, while Jack yelled after them, “Have a nice ride, ladies!!!”

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Sometimes I think my parents should have named me Eykan, rather than Eukan. Since I was old enough to get an erection, I have masturbated one or more times a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year. I don't know how much semen I have spilled, but I'm sure that were every sperm in it had impregnated a woman, the earth would not be big enough to hold all of my children. As it is, I've fathered only two little Jacquekovs, a boy and a girl.

My wife, now dead some five years, was a wonderful lover. She had no inhibitions and was always willing to try some new way to achieve a powerful orgasm, as long as what we did caused no pain or injury to either of us. S&M was the one aspect of sex that neither of us had any desire to explore. In spite of my wife's willingness to have sex anytime I wanted it, and was frequently the one who initiated a romp on the Spring Maids, I still found it necessary to manually empty my seminal vesicles at least once a day. These solo sessions were always accompanied by vivid daydreams. Daydreams still fuel my daily self-pleasuring. Let me relate one to you.

It is a beautiful, warm, sunny day in early June. The sky is cloudless and a rich, almost royal blue. A light breeze is rustling the leaves of the trees as I walk along a country dirt road toward the swimming hole where the river tumbling from a fifty-foot cliff has scoured out a deep, long, pool. I can hear the waterfall even though I'm still a quarter mile from it.

Mocking birds nesting in the nearby trees take exception to me being in their territory and begin dive bombing-like attacks, narrowly missing my head. I ignore them and continue toward the river and an hour of skinny dipping.

When I'm about thirty feet from the swimming hole, I hear voices – female voices.

The pool is well shielded by trees and shrubs that grow on both banks of the river so that people swimming there cannot be easily seen by passers by. That's why it is my favorite place to swim nude.

Quietly, I move closer and peer through the leaves of a low growing river plum. There are three girls, whom I had met on occasion, there. All were between eighteen and twenty-three years old, and all were bare ass naked. They were splashing water on one another and playing grab-ass.

Judy, the eighteen year-old looked to be about five-three, and may have weight a hundred and ten pounds. Her reddish blond hair was cut in a pageboy style. Her scanty triangle of pubic hair was the same color as the hair on her head. Her butt was a little too wide for my taste, but was smooth and firm. Her waist was small, and her belly flat. Above her waist (how shall I describe her breasts) were tits the size of large muskmelons. They did not sag; not even a little. At the center of each, the areola was only slightly darker than the sun-tanned skin around it. In the center of each areola was a mouth-wateringly erect nipple. Her nipples were huge when compared to the areolas surrounding them.

Karen, Judy's twenty year old cousin, was about the same height as Judy, but probably fifteen pounds heavier. She wasn't fat, but made me think of the old WWII Lucky Strike cigarette jingle: she was, "so round, so firm, fully packed." Unlike Judy, Karen was a brunet. The hair on her head and between her thighs was mid-night black. Her skin clearly showed that she had inherited her father's Navajo skin tones. Except that she was as smooth all over as a baby's bottom, her hide looked like oiled old leather. Both her ass and her tits were smaller than Judy's, but had almost the same firmness. They were conical with areolas that stood well out from the surrounding breasts, and blended into long, thin, dark nipples.

Juanita, who lived just a few doors south of my home, was also a brunet. She was twenty-two. A divorcee, she was also the mother of a two year-old son. Juanita was quite attractive, but an early pregnancy and nursing a child had taken a toll on her belly and breasts. She had a small pooched out abdomen, and her rather pendulous 36 DD breasts sagged enough that I was somewhat turned off by them. (I can't help it; I like girls with tight, firm tits that defy gravity and stick straight out from the chest.) Like the other two, Juanita's nipples were clearly erect. That made me curious. Were they hard because the water was cold, or were they stiff because the gals were sexually aroused?

I soon got the answer to that question. Karen moved next to Juanita, embraced her, and gave her an open mouthed kiss that I would have cherished. Juanita returned the kiss and palmed Karen's cone shaped right tit for a moment before gently pushing the younger woman away.

"Karen, please. I really enjoy getting it on with you and Judy, but right now what I need is a man's long, hard cock inside me."

"But you always come so hard when I eat you."

"I know darling, and you never fail to make me come, but I need right now I need to fuck. I need to feel a man's cock pounding into me."

Hearing that was all I needed. Although Juanita was, for me, the less desirable of the three, her sagging breast and slightly rounded belly did not detract from her otherwise beautiful body to keep me from wanting to be the man she said she needed.

My already stiff penis sprang to its ready for action stance. I quickly stripped off my clothing, folded it, and walked from my hiding place onto the narrow beach bordering the swimming hole.

"Hi girls! May an old man join you?"

All three girls screamed. Then they recognized me. Judy and Karen, as one, said "Hi Eukan. What are you doing here?"

Juanita took a look at my erection, smiled, and said, "Girls, that should be obvious. He came here to swim, and when he heard us decided to play peeping Tom."

"Are you angry about that," I asked.

"Not if you know how to use that canon you have pointed at us."

"I do. It's been a while since I've fired it, but it seems to be in working condition."

Judy and Karen merely stared at my un-cut penis as it bobbed and waved in front of me, a glistening drop of pre-cum wetting the lips of my meatus. As I learned a few minutes later, while both girls were sexually active, they had never before seen an un-circumcised penis. When they finally got it in their hands, they delighted in covering and un-covering the glans with the loose foreskin.

Juanita smiled at my answer and said, "Well don't just stand there. Come on in."

I put my bundle of clothing next to the girl's stacked clothing and waded into the water. It was cold. As it reached my penis, the little devil shriveled away to a limp, floppy worm that had no semblance to its former state.

Juanita's face dropped. I saw the look of disappointment and told her, "I'm sorry, hon, cold water may make a girl's nipples get hard, but it makes a man's penis go soft. Don't worry though, as soon as you begin warming it, it will get hard again."

She smiled wanly and said, "I sure hope so. I don't know how much you heard before you came out of the bushes, but I was just telling Karen how much I needed a man's hard cock in me. I still need one – real bad."

"Darlin' you'll get one. Just be a little patient. Now come here and kiss this old man."

Juanita didn't need a second invitation. She swam to me, stood, plastered her naked body against mine, and offered me her mouth. Our lips, and then our tongues met. Her right hand wrapped around my flaccid dick and began gently squeezing it. My own right hand made its way between us and up to her soft, pliable breast. I would have preferred to be embracing either of the younger girls, but enjoyed Juanita's eager embrace. A moment later I felt Judy and Karen pressing their nubile bodies against my back, Judy to my right, Karen to my left. My biceps were warmly ensconced between their warm, firm, hard nippled breasts.

The press of naked female flesh against my body soon had new life flooding into John Thomas. As she felt him stiffen in her hand, Juanita mewled in my mouth, and began sliding her hand along the little devil's length, encouraging him to stand more erect.

"I've never been with three beautiful, horny ladies before. I hope I'm up to the challenge."

Judy and Karen giggled. Juanita pulled her mouth from mine, and said, "Don't worry. It may take a while, but I'm sure you'll be able to take care of all three of us."

I answered, saying, "Well, then, let's go up on the bank and lie down so that we can get started."

"Oh, you are eager. Take it easy, boy. Half the fun is building up to the come slowly."

"Juanita, you are right. But I can't breath under water, and I want to taste your pussy."

Hearing me tell Juanita that, both Karen and Judy stabbed their tongues into my ears and scrubbed their bodies against mine. Then Judy asked, "Will you eat me too?"

"Darling, I plan to eat all three of you before we leave here."

Karen squealed in my left ear. "Oh, I've always wanted a guy to go down on me, but none of the ones I've been with would. They all wanted me to blow them, but none would eat my pussy."

"Karen, sweet, you won't have to wait another day. There's nothing I enjoy more than the smell and taste of a beautiful, wet pussy."

For the next half hour, I had my face washed by three of the tastiest pussies I've ever dipped my tongue into. They had similar flavors and odors, but each was different. Judy's cunt juice was mildly sweet and tasted of fruit. Karen's was salty and tangy. Juanita's had a mild garlic odor and flavor and a distinct, but enjoyable taste of green chili. It didn't have the bite of chili, just the flavor. I was in a cunnilinguist's heaven. All three women came while I was eating them.

My penis also received its share of oral stimulation. I have to say, though, the girls were all experienced enough to recognize when a man was about to come, and always backed off before I exploded. They kept me just on the edge of an orgasm the entire time. Finally Juanita said, "I can't wait any longer. I need to fuck."

Saying that, she broke our sixty-nine embrace, turned and lowered her snatch onto my almost raw penis. The slick fluids of her cunt were like a balm as she encased my cock in her hot sheath.

She slid all the way down my cock's length until our short hairs met. Then she sat still letting me get used to the heat and tightness of her vagina. I could feel her cervix pressing against my glans. If she had move just then, I would have been unable to hold back my orgasm. She seemed to sense this, and kept her cunt firmly glued to my pelvis until my urge to come subsided.

While she didn't fuck me, not then anyway, she leaned forward so that her heavy tits pressed against my chest, and her mouth again made contact with mine. Our tongues began that age old dual.

After almost a minute of being encased in the heat and wetness of her tight vagina with no other stimulation, I felt it was safe to fuck and pressed upward against her. That was what she had been waiting for. She slid her cunt up the length of my cock until the head was barely inside. Then she slammed down again, pounding her clit against my pubic bone. She repeated the movement. Time and again she rose and fell. I began my own thrusting.

It was a warm day. Soon both of us were bathed in sweat.

Judy and Karen were standing to either side of Juanita and me. They were both masturbating.

Suddenly Juanita let out a piercing scream, went rigid, and began a dance on my cock that made me fear she was having an epileptic grand mal seizure. The violence of her orgasm, and the pressure of her cervix on my glans, pushed me over the edge. My semen flooded her cunt bathing the mouth of her uterus with sperm.

Juanita collapsed on top of me and lay there totally limp and unmoving, except for her gasping breathing. Slowly, she regained her awareness. She sat up. My now flaccid penis was still in her. Then she raised her ass from my pelvis. My cock made a wet popping sound as it pulled out of her, and was immediately covered by a glob of my semen that dripped from her gaping vagina.

Both Judy and Karen had fingered themselves to orgasm at the same time Juanita and I did, and were now back in the pool cooling off.

I sat up, kissed Juanita and said, "Hon, that was terrific. We're going to have to get together more again – soon."

"Any time, big boy. Any time."

After a swim and a nap, I managed to get John Thomas up for a romp with both Judy and Karen, but by the time I climaxed in Karen's hot pussy I barely felt the semen ooze out of my pee hole. I was spent. That night I slept more soundly than I had in years.

I don't think I need to tell you that I had a monstrous erection as that scenario played in my head. I stroked old John Thomas for the duration of the fantasy and ejaculated into a tissue at the same moment I filled Juanita's vagina in my daydream. I could tell you some more of these jack-off dreams, but I'll not do it just now. If this one effected you as it did me, you've shot your wad and need time to reload.

Have fun,

Eukan Jacquekov

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