tagLoving Wives'High' Jacking

'High' Jacking

It's been more than three years and to this day I'll never know what came over me on that red-eye flight back to Baltimore. I've never done anything like it before or since. I'm not that kind of woman (or at least I didn't think I was). Sometimes it seems like I just dreamed it.

But I can't forget the exhilarating, sweeping sense of power and erotic ecstasy it gave me handling that handsome stranger's huge cock -- and the dirty fun of sharing him with the flight attendant. My God! I'm cringing and blushing just writing this. It's both the most shameful and most thrilling experience I ever had.

What made me do it? Who knows? Maybe it was the fact that my husband Bill and I had been bickering during that whole week-long vacation to Seattle. It was supposed to be a romantic getaway. I had looked forward to lots of long nights of hot sex. But instead, we fought the whole time. By the time we were ready to board the midnight flight I was feeling two very dangerous emotions: extreme sexual frustration and the angry urge to get back at Bill somehow.

We were both sulking by the time the flight was called, standing away from each other. I was about seven people behind him in the very short boarding line. I could see it was going to be a pretty empty flight. There were only about 20 of us on a plane that held more than 100 people.

I'm not sure what made me drop my purse. I guess part of it was simple sleep-deprived clumsiness. I was not only angry and frustrated that night, I was also tired. The past few nights had been spent in those bitter, exhausting arguments that go nowhere. So I was in a bit of a fog as I watched my husband board ahead of me. I reached in my purse to get my boarding pass and it slid off my shoulder and fell to the floor, some of its contents spilling out. I started to bend down to pick it up. But before I got the chance, I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder gently compelling me to remain upright.

Out of nowhere, a powerfully built man in a sleeveless T shirt and ragged gray sweat pants had stepped up from behind me in line and was kneeling before me, picking up my lipstick, my compact, my keys and my wallet; placing them back in my purse.

I hadn't noticed him before and still couldn't see his face. But it was pretty clear he worked out regularly. Under his backpack, his back and shoulders were broad, and his arms were well toned. Not an ounce of fat on him. His body was firm and fit without that gym-rat, overkill, body-builder muscularity. I remember thinking, albeit subconsciously, "Hmm, where was this guy when I was single?" It was just innocent musing; a vague fantasy -- I thought.

But when he'd refilled my purse and rose to hand it to me, I felt something overwhelming happen. It was something I hadn't felt in years -- with Bill or anyone else: Instant, full-out arousal. He had an incredibly gentle, yet masculine face; clear blue eyes, bright teeth. But it was more than just good looks. It was his smile that got me. He was flashing me a broad grin brimming with overconfident sexual innuendo. No. More than "innuendo," more than "overconfident." That smile can only be described as arrogant. I think that's what lit me up: The disarming boldness of it. He was standing less than two feet away, smiling at me as though . . . (How can I put this?) . . . as though he owned me, as though he were claiming me with his eyes. He looked deep into me and held the look for a length of time that should have felt rude. But instead of feeling violated and angry, I was suddenly on fire. I could actually feel my face flush, my pussy dampen and my nipples harden. And just as I became aware of the last-named sensation, I saw him drop his eyes to my tits and nod approvingly, his smile becoming even broader.

"Uh...Th -- thank you," I said, taking the purse from him. My hands were actually trembling. I found it hard to catch my breath. Jesus, I thought, what the fuck is this?

After what seemed like an eternity, he "released" me. (Yes that's what it felt like, as if he were releasing me from his spell.) He shifted his backpack and moved farther back in the line where he'd presumably come from.

I recovered somewhat, presented my boarding pass and started moving down the gangway. By the time I reached the entrance to the plane, I had almost put it behind me. My mind returned to my anger at my husband. Our boarding passes said Row 17 B and C. And as I moved in, I noticed Bill was sitting in his assigned seat (the middle one). But I decided to be spiteful and moved all the way back to Row 22 -- the last row. I took the window seat, sat back and closed my eyes a moment feeling that "guess-I-showed-you" sense of victory. I was almost asleep when I heard a woman's voice asking, "Can I get you a pillow and blanket?"

I opened my eyes to see a lovely playful-looking blond flight attendant smiling at me. "Yes," I said. "That would be nice."

"All by yourself?" she asked.

For some baffling reason, I answered truthfully. "I'm flying with my husband," I said, "but we're having some marital problems. I'd rather sit by myself if it's okay. He's up there in Row 17. If this seat is assigned, I'll move somewhere else. Is that cool?"

The attendant, whose name tag identified her as "Leah," gave me a conspiratorial smile and said, "Sure, no problem." Then she handed me the blanket and pillow and added. "I've been there, done that. Sometimes we have to teach our guys how we need to be treated. You give him this nice long six-hour flight to wonder and long for you and he'll be eating out of your hand by the time you get to Baltimore." She turned her eyes toward the front of the plane and her smile broadened, "Wow, looks like you may have some nice diverting company tonight."

I looked where she was looking and felt my heart start pounding. There was the sexy stranger who had picked up my purse and set me momentarily on fire, making his way toward the back of the plane.

"Mmm," Leah said. "What a hunk! Now that's a 'man vacation' I wouldn't mind taking."

"A what?" I asked.

"Oh it's just an expression, something that has helped me stay married for six years. Every now and then I have to take a little break from the every-day and enjoy some... well let's call it 'new scenery'. I love my husband, but a gal has to 'get away' now and then to keep her sanity. Don't you think?"

I'm not sure what I would have said, but before I could answer, Leah had stepped back, ceding room to the man who had stopped at the aisle seat in my row.

And as he hoisted his backpack up to the luggage compartment, I noticed something stunning, something that took my breath away and gave me an even stronger wave of gooseflesh than I'd felt back in the line: As he stretched his arms up and stood on his toes to tuck the backpack into the overhead, the front of his sweatpants tightened against him. And there, pushing against that stretchy gray wool was a bulge so big as to seem not even real. That couldn't be all him, I thought. Not only was it huge, it was rock hard and pressing relentlessly against the crotch of those sweatpants. My heavens, I thought, I could hang my entire wardrobe on that thing if I could find big enough hanger handles.

It was so fascinating I couldn't stop looking and to my utter mortification, he caught me staring! Again he smiled at me as though he owned me. I turned my red face to the window, trying not to hyperventilate and he sat down right beside me -- not in the aisle seat, but in the middle seat.

He didn't actually touch me but I could feel his nearness on the nerves of my skin. My flesh felt hot, and again I could sense a hardness in my nipples and dampness in my pussy.

I kept turned away hoping I would calm down as a disembodied voice through the speakers went through the emergency procedures.

And then, mercifully, we were airborne.

I continued to fake sleep until I heard the sound of slow, heavy breathing beside me. Finally, I worked up the nerve to look over and saw that his eyes were closed. His head was tilted back in the seat and he appeared to be sleeping. His face was calm and peaceful, just as attractive as I remembered from moments ago. The muscles of his arms, chest and stomach were still smooth and tight, even in the relaxed state of sleep.

At last, I summoned the courage to look again at the bulge in his lap and sure enough, I hadn't hallucinated it. It was even more obvious as he sat snoozing, legs apart pelvis hunched forward. It was enormous, standing up strong and hard, making a pronounced "tent" in the crotch of his sweatpants. And this time, because the seat bottom was taking up some of the slack in the fabric of his sweats, I could see the clear impression of the fullness of his balls. They looked so wonderfully "bounce-able." I started wondering (only absentmindedly of course) if it would wake him up if I were to reach down and feel them, ever-so-briefly, in the palm of my hand.

There was no one in the set of seats in front of me or the ones across the aisle. The closest passenger to me was an elderly man in the window seat two rows ahead and across the aisle. So I was virtually alone with this compelling stranger. My heart was pounding harder by the minute. I had never been unfaithful to Bill, even in our rockiest times. I'd always thought of myself as monogamous. So I was at once scared and titillated by the realization that this man -- this total stranger (even sound asleep) -- was filling me with off-the-charts excitement. Had these longings been building inside me without my realizing it? Or did his nearness just create them all of a sudden? Either way, there was no denying that I was feeling like a very naughty girl.

My reverie was broken as I became aware of Leah coming down the aisle from the back with a drink cart. "How are you doing?" she whispered, grinning at me. This time I could see more of the wild beauty in her face. She was pretty obviously a fun-lover and far more at home with her naughtiness than I was with mine. "You want a cocktail?"

"No thanks," I said wrapping the blanket around me. I didn't want to risk taking a drink in the strange mood I was in. I was already feeling a wild craziness building in me.

Leah looked at the face of the man beside me. "I guess I'll let him sleep he's out like a light and . . ." And I saw her eyes fall to the amazing prominence between his legs. "Oh My Gracious!" she whispered, her eyes widening with undisguised delight. "Can you believe that?"

I blushed a little, embarrassed. But it would have been phony to pretend I was immune and indifferent to what was so clearly intriguing both of us. "It's amazing, isn't it?" I whispered.

"Do you think it's really all him?" she asked? "Or did he get past security carrying a doorknob attached to the handle of a sledgehammer?" We both giggled, as quietly as we could so as not to wake him. "Oh man," Leah said, "Wouldn't you love to take it out and play with it?"

I pretended to be shocked. "Of course not," I lied. "I'm a married woman."

"Oh come on," Leah whispered. "This qualifies as a special circumstance. I mean husbands are wonderful. But sometimes the laws of nature take precedence over marriage vows. He obviously likes you. He came back here and sat right down in the seat beside you. I'm assigning you to be the researcher here. You know we're both dying to see it and handle it. And since you're the one he likes, you have to be the one to do it." She smiled and her eyes were lit like a little girl's, amazed and curious and shamelessly honest. Right then and there, I decided I trusted her. We were partners in crime. Two married women whose husbands were, for the time being, the last things on our minds.

"You're crazy," I said. "I don't do that sort of thing. Besides, even if he wanted to . . . umm. 'get into something,' with me, people come down this aisle to get to the restrooms."

Leah laughed again. "You're such a naïve innocent," she said. "That's why the airlines provide blankets. You can use it to cover him up. Do I have to tell you everything?"

I shook my head, "Oh I can't believe I even brought up the subject of logistics. I'm a married woman I can't even let my mind work this way."

Leah made a face at me and stuck out her tongue. "Spoil sport!" she said, and after taking one last longing look at the imprint of his big dick, she started to push the cart farther down the aisle. But then she stopped again and turned back. "Okay," she whispered, "But here's the deal: If you DO allow yourself to give in to temptation, you have to make him show it to me, okay? I mean I'll cover for you, but you have to include me in the action, okay?"

"I'm not going to..." I started.

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "But if you DO, promise me you'll let me see it and maybe play with it a little with you. I'm burning up with curiosity."

"Okay, okay," I laughed quietly. "I promise. Now get away and let me sleep." I said it just to get her off my back.

When she left, my heart began to slow down a little. I turned my face back to the window and thought it through logically. I had punished Bill by sitting back here away from him. He would want me like crazy by the time we arrived in Baltimore. We would make up later and we would have some good, fiery reconciliation sex. I would fantasize about this stud as Bill fucked me and it would be out of my system.

I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep, thinking that was the end of it.

I don't know how much time went by. I was in a deep sleep, still turned on my left side and facing the window, when I felt something. I began to stir a little and realized someone was stroking me, moving his hand smooth and slow from my right shoulder, down my right arm, over my belly and down to the inside of my right thigh. A little alarm was going off in me telling me I should be outraged, that I should put an immediate stop to it. But I was still half asleep and it felt so-oo good. It felt like just what I needed. Somehow, I was powerless to move.

Then I could feel his warm breath on the side of my face as he moved his hand in wider circles and kept it more focused on my inner thigh. Again, I knew I should sit up abruptly and say, "Hey cool, it buster, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" But he was touching me with such overwhelming confidence. I just couldn't will myself to stir from the state of sleepy eroticism that was pouring through me and warming me. "Wha -- What are you doing?" I murmured. It came out more like a sigh.

"Shhh," he said, and he began kissing the side of my face, tenderly but with real authority. There's a certain spot, under my ear where my jaw meets my neck. I call it my "secret spot." I love when Bill kisses me there. Nothing gets me more aroused. But he hadn't bothered to kiss me there in a long time. How did this total stranger know I liked it?

"What are you doing?" I asked again, but with even less conviction than the first time.

"Shhh," he repeated and he turned me toward him. When my face was just inches from his, he smiled, stroked my face and kissed me full on the mouth. It felt heavenly. His breath was fresh and sweet. I wondered about mine but he set me at ease by saying "Mmm, you kiss great." And he kissed me again.

I felt a rush of heat roll through me and I kissed him back, deep and passionately. I heard him sigh and moan a little. "Yeah, that's good," he said. "Hold still." And with that he moved away slightly, lifted the arm of the seat up and slid it into the slot and out of our way. He covered us both with the blanket and began kissing me again.

And again I kissed him back with all my might. I was tingling all over.

I was wearing a bulky sweater over a T shirt and no bra. He slid his hands underneath and began to rub my breasts, taking his time, spending long moments on one, then moving to the other. I have always felt a little self-conscious about my tits. They're small and I know Bill wishes they were bigger.

But this stranger was handling them so expertly and with such deep enjoyment, he made me feel proud of them. "Mmm," he said. "They're so pert and lovely. They feel so great in my hands. I've just gotta taste them." It was way more of a statement than a request.

I closed my eyes and shivered at his words. "Okay," I heard my own voice whisper softly. I felt so wild and nasty.

His head disappeared under the blanket and I felt him take my right breast into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the nipple, then teasingly moved his mouth up to the area above the nipple, then below, then back to the nipple again. He moved to the left one and gave it little nibbling kisses that sent thrilling shockwaves all through my body.

He alternated between them, making me feel like a queen as I kept watch for people coming up the aisle.

I'm not sure exactly when he got my belt undone and slid my jeans and panties down (I was in another world). But at some point I realized they were around my ankles and he was sliding the side of his right index finger back and forth over my clit. My knees were wide apart and I was gushing.

It was a long time before he actually put his fingers inside me. It's hard to explain, but it was like he was being a "gentleman" if that makes any sense. I mean by this time I know he knew he had me. I was like warm Jell-O in his hands. But still he was extending something like "good manners" to me, waiting a nice long while before finger-fucking me.

When he finally did get to it, I was completely out of my mind. He put two fingers in and slid them in and out, each time making sure to come all the way up to stimulate my clit.

Several times, people came up the aisle to the restroom. When they did, we kept the blanket over us and pretended to be sound asleep. No one passing by could tell we were even touching, much less that he had his fingers deep in my sopping wet pussy.

When they went back to their seats, he resumed the finger-fucking, all the while kissing my neck and squeezing me, with passion but not too hard, with his left arm.

At one point, I couldn't resist anymore, the combination of sheer curiosity, intrigue and the powerful desire to please him overcame me and I reached down to his lap and put my hand on that humongous baseball bat of his straining against his sweatpants.

By this time I was so sex-drunk that I had no inhibitions left. I heard the words coming from my lips but couldn't believe it was me saying them. I was absolutely crazy. "Take these pants down," I moaned softly into his ear. "Let me get my hands on this big bare prick."

In the dim light, I could see him smile with pride. He was making me a crazy cock-craving whore and he loved it. He lifted his sexy ass up off the seat and undid the bow of the drawstring. Then he slid his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing underpants. (Somehow it was the perfect, nasty touch.) No one was nearby so we moved the blanket away and I finally feasted my eyes on that gigantic dick.

Whoa! I almost fainted at the sight of it. Not only was it the hugest cock I'd ever seen (a terrible understatement), it was also the hardest. I just sat there looking for a few minutes before I even touched it. It looked so beautiful! A crystal pearl of precum glistened on the tip. And his balls were amazing too. So powerful looking.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I reached down with my left hand and started jacking him. At first I was a little intimidated and overwhelmed by the size of it. But soon, I was really going to town. I jacked him faster and faster, keeping my palm toward the top of his dick, just under the head, where I knew all the feeling was. "Yeah, yeah, perfect," he said. "Just like that."

Now and then I would tease him, slowing down and pretending I was going to stop jacking him. Of course it was all in fun (no way I had the willpower to stop now). But he didn't let me get away with it. "No, no, no, no. Don't stop!" he whispered. "If you slow down I'm going to take you over my lap right here in this seat and spank your ass so hard, people in first class will hear you crying!"

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tagBDSMEasy Street Ch. 02

Easy Street Ch. 02

bybelted and teased©

Squirming not just because I was attempting to gain some comfort for my own manhood, but also because I was very uncomfortable listening to their racy talk. Finally one of the ladies, a brunette from Dallas, bumped the tease up a notch. In her heavy southern drawl she asked, "So, Bryan, is it true men hate to go down on women? I've never had one that really seemed to get into it."

"I, uh, ah, well.." I blushed crimson, as Liz couldn't prevent herself from giggling. "Come on, Bryan. We're all friends here, fess up."

Although I tried to look off into the distance and not make eye contact, I could tell from my peripheral vision that they were all looking at me with amused expressions.

"I, um, ah hell. I love going down on women. I love the feel of their sex on my face. I could go down on women for hours. I love to feel them when they have orgasms."

To my surprise the conversation took on a more serious tone. A blonde from somewhere in Indiana spoke, "I can't take more than one orgasm that way. It must drive you nuts then."

I still couldn't bring myself to look directly at them, but I answered quietly, "Then you just haven't had someone love you that way that really was into it. Sure you're sensitive after an orgasm. But if the guy is gentle with you and lets you come down a little bit first, you can handle?." I hesitated for a moment; "I've given my wife as many as six or seven orgasms that way before."

I was ready to run. It was bad enough baring my secrets to these strange women without being told I was a liar. Then Liz spoke up, "No, dear, its not B. S. He gave me five just last night!"

Now I got more looks. Ranging from surprised to amused. And I got a little "turnabout is fair play" as I saw at least a couple of the ladies squirming in their seats.

A mildly heavyset woman in her thirties from Boston asked, "That could take over an hour. Don't you like to, you know?"

"Of course I do. But I feel a little differently about it, even when I'm not locked up." They all looked at Liz with 'I swear we didn't tell looks'. It was my turn to laugh; "I saw you all talking. Anyway, even with normal sexual relations, I know that I will get mine. Us guys get there easily. And I love the watching and feeling women cum. It is so satisfying."

One of them asked me how I could stand to be locked up.

"Well, that part of it I guess you could call a perversion. I love to be teased and tormented. And to give up control. I mean, don't get me wrong. It drives me absolutely crazy. It makes me want sex a thousand times more when I'm locked up."

"Does it hurt?"

"Sometimes it does. The constant pressure can drive me mad sometimes. I know I'm weird, but I love it. You know how foreplay is as important as the act itself? The build up that you experience?"

There were several nods with knowing looks and a couple of sarcastic looks with comments like, "If you say so", or "I wouldn't know."

It was difficult for me to talk about this, and I hesitated a little before continuing, "Well, the entire time I'm locked up, not being able to cum, is like that. I'm on a constant sexual high. Its not that I don't want sex at all-I want it so badly it hurts, but the constant sexual tension is beyond description."

The women all looked at me intently, waiting to hear if I had anything else to say.

"This is new to me, as I'm sure Liz has told you. And I discovered a definite drawback today." I paused, shook my head in a "never mind" gesture and blushed.

Audra, a rather well endowed girl from Tuscon, looked at me sympathetically, "Come on, its ok. We want to hear it. Its not everyday we get to hear what a man really thinks."

I worked up my courage and finally continued.

"I know you'll think I'm a pig, but hear me out please. We men always notice women, we are very visually oriented?"

I got several "no kidding" looks.

"But I am so wound up, I doubt if I actually took in a tenth of what was said today in the seminar. But my senses are definitely heightened. I gestured toward the blonde from Indiana, "I noticed that you twirl that beautiful hair habitually, and it is very sexy." I looked at the advocate from Dallas, "And Mary, every time I hear your southern accent it makes me throb, it is so hot." I looked downwards for a moment, then looked at a woman from Denver, "That mini skirt you're wearing has been driving me nuts. Every time you cross your legs I can see the muscles in your thighs and picture them wrapped around me. And of course I can't look at Liz without it bringing her scent and taste to mind."

Several of them looked from me to Liz with an envious look in their eyes. It made me feel so good to know they all wanted what I had been able to give her.

Our lunch arrived so the conversation stopped for a little while. Then it turned back to business issues for a few minutes.

After we'd all finished eating, Liz looked at me with a gleam in her eye. I thought "uh-oh", apprehensive about what was about to happen next.

She feigned sweetness as she asked if she could borrow my cellular phone. Against my better judgement I handed it over. She hit the dial back button and waited.

"Hi, Donna? This is Liz. Oh, well it turns out that Bryan and I are attending the same seminar! Yeah, it is isn't it?" She listened for a moment, got a mischievous look on her face, then continued, "Well, we are having lunch at the moment. And well, I have to admit, I was so taken with your husband's talents last night, I couldn't keep it to myself. I've got about a dozen very jealous ladies sitting with me right now. And they are all very amused about our male associate's predicament." She laughed for a bit, and it was obvious that Donna was doing the same from the other side of the conversation. I couldn't help but think that at this point women from all over the country that I may have to deal with in the future know about my particular "kink" now. Not exactly what I'd had in mind when I ordered my little torture device.

"So anyway, I was wondering just how liberal you might be willing to be with the use of his services?" I about fell out of my chair. Oh, shit!

There was a pause as Liz listened to Donna.

"Oh, of course not. I'll make sure they all know that he is not allowed to cum. I gotta tell you, after I told them about last night, it's his magic tongue they are interested in anyway!" She listened again, then looked at me as if I'd just been sentenced to a horrible fate, "Aww, are you sure you want us to do that? Well, ok, I'm sure we'll all enjoy it! It's just that he is such a nice guy. But we can pretend he's one of the assholes we've all had to deal with before, and I'm sure we'll do fine. Hold on a sec, ok?"

She covered the phone and addressed the other ladies, whose attention she had certainly secured, "Bryan's wife has graciously agreed to allow all of us to use him as much as we want during our stay, isn't that great?!" They all looked at their new toy, who was currently crimson. Then they looked back at Liz, "The only rules are that we can't leave any marks where they can be seen above his clothing; we can't make his circumstances common knowledge; and we have to tease and torment him as much as possible." She listened to the phone for a moment and added, "She says that we should whip him daily, or any time we need to vent our frustrations. We can do anything we want to do to or with him; he just can't be allowed to cum."

She listened for a moment, then handed me the phone. "She wants to talk to you. Boy are you going to have a rough week!"

I took the phone and put it up to my ear. If it was possible, I turned even redder as I realized that Liz had managed to conceal the fact that Donna was getting fucked as they talked. Liz saw the look on my face and laughed uproariously. She then motioned them all to lean closer to her as she explained while I talked on the phone. There were more laughs and a couple of "Oh my Gods".

Donna's breathing was ragged and she spoke haltingly, "Are you there?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, God this is so fucking hot. I want you to make me proud, ugh, ugh, oh fuck?." There was a pause as she apparently reached a lengthy climax. I shifted in my chair as my cock tried to expand in vain.

She made a mewling sound, and spoke again between pants, "In case you are wondering, Terry is laying on our bed and I am straddling him, riding his cock, ugh, umm, ohh??he wants you to know that he appreciates your little perversion. Its made me so hot that he has gotten laid repeatedly since you've been gone, oh, oh, fuck yes?" I could tell she was pounding onto his cock relentlessly as she had ridden me so often in the past. Then she slowed down for a moment, grinding herself onto his cock so she could talk, "I have told Liz that you are to do anything they ask. It turns me on to think of you giving all of those women the orgasms you are so good at giving, and not getting anything for yourself! Don't you wish it were you that I was riding? Are you suffering, lover?"

I hesitated. Did she want to hear that I couldn't take this anymore? Did she want an excuse to stop the games? Or was she really enjoying my torment? I finally decided that I should just tell her the truth and whatever happened, happened.

"Yes on both counts, ma'am. I really wish it were me. I'm going nuts."

"Good! Do you still have that earpiece for your cel phone? Great. Put in on, since we have free long distance, you can listen to Terry getting what you can't have while you go about your business! I'm going to put the phone on the bed. I'll just hang up when I'm done teasing you. Bye, now!"

I attached the earpiece to the phone and the phone to my belt. So for the next hour, whether I was talking to the ladies or some male contemporaries, or sitting in class, I was listening to the erotic sounds of my wife and one of best friends fucking wildly. Every once and awhile one of them would tell me what sexual position they were in, laughing at my torment. Donna is very vocal during sex and I listened to her experience numerous orgasms. I listened to Terry going down on her and her swallowing his sizable cock as only she can. And at least twice I had to listen to Terry groaning and moaning, "Oh, fuck" as he came inside my wife. I could envision his cock buried balls deep in her sex as he exploded into her. I had to go to the bathroom and wrap tissue around my cock cage; terrified that the copious amounts of precum my tortured cock was constantly dripping would stain my trousers.

The ladies in the class didn't help any either. They positioned themselves around my seat as if securing their property. And now that I had made the mistake of sharing with them how in tune I was to every sensuous movement they made, they made those moves often. And they each seemed to revel in sharing knowing glances with me. I can't possibly convey to you how long that afternoon was.

Finally, after screaming through a remarkably intense orgasm (the ladies around me in class looked over because they heard it) Donna disconnected the phone without comment or ceremony, leaving me to wonder if they had finished or not. I put my phone away, almost thankful. I didn't think I could take much more.

I actually managed to focus on the subject matter in the class for the last couple of hours. Sort of. The ladies were having a great deal of fun at my expense.

It dawned on me that each of these women planned to make use of me. It was an incredible ego boost, and at the same time disconcerting. How was I going to manage them? Or was I just being silly? I decided that I was. I would probably end up sitting in my room alone watching TV. They were just pulling my chain. I don't think I'm that special.

Liz was sitting at the same table I was sitting at, about three ladies to my left. The seminar was to end at five. At about four-thirty I noticed that the ladies were passing a note to me which Liz had written. I opened it and read.

After class go back to your room. I will try to manage your time for you. Take a shower and relax. I'll try to buy you an hour. But at six-thirty you need to be ready. Don't get dressed and have a seat at the table by the window. Leave the key card in the card reader on the door. You wouldn't want to explain to the front desk why you were asking for a dozen extra key cards would you? Trust me, sweetheart. -Liz

I had to dart past everyone to get back to my room. As I rounded the corner towards the elevators after leaving the lobby, I glanced back to see Liz motioning for all the ladies to come over to her, then talking to them quietly.

I took my clothes off, thankful to be able to relax. The tissue and my underwear were soaked with precum. I couldn't believe that I could produce that much without cumming. My cock was as hard as it could get, straining against the clear plastic of the CB 3000. My balls were swollen, filled to capacity with no hope for relief. I enjoyed the shower, letting the water cascade over my body, trying to take my mind off of my penis. I toweled off and picked up the room since I expected company. Finally I seated myself by the window and waited. My imagination began to work overtime. The key card was in the reader outside. Anybody could come in. What if a thief decided to make use of the opportunity? Or what if security saw it and came in to tell me about it? Or another member of the hotel staff? Which of the women would come in first? Would any of them? Or was this just a joke they were playing on me? Did any of them have friends with my company; and would they make a phone call to "out" me?

At six-thirty-five the door opened. I couldn't see it from where I sat, so the apprehension and tension went up markedly. I asked myself what kind of freak I was as my cock attempted to rise also. Liz walked into my view. Since she had already seen my chastity tube, I stood, as a gentleman should. She laughed gently, impressed by my southern courtesy. She motioned for me to sit, then sat on the bed near me, reaching out to take my hand.

"So, how are you doing?"

I relaxed a little bit. I explained that I still had apprehensions about them thinking I was just a disgusting pervert. That I had been trying to figure out if this was all a realization of my wildest fantasies or if they were all playing a big joke on the pathetic sicko.

"If you are a pervert, then so are we. I've spoken with the other girls. They all want to find out what you can do with that tongue of yours. I hope you meant what you said about being able to go down on women for hours, cause you are going to be one busy little boy. I think you can depend on them to be discreet. All but a couple of them have husbands or boyfriends."

She stood and moved behind me, massaging my shoulders and caressing my back as she continued, "We're going to let each other know when we are done with you, so that everybody isn't here at once. And that way the rest of us can be going and doing other things too. I've already got to use you, so we all decided that I would go last. I just came over to tell you what was going on. We also decided that your curfew is two in the morning, so that you can get enough sleep to go to classes." She couldn't help herself. She reached down and lifted my caged member, studying it as she spoke to me softly, "So, do you still like being chaste? I don't think he does."

I put my arm around her. "I know its weird, because I am fighting the temptation to throw you on the bed and fuck you for all I'm worth, even though I know I can't. I want to cum so bad I can't stand it. But at the same time I'm loving every minute of this."

She mussed my hair playfully. Then she silently stood and walked from the room.

I heard the door open and heard her laugh, then heard her say, "Have fun!" I guess the first of the ladies had been waiting outside. My heart rate seemed to double. I felt as if my temperature went up five degrees in a second.

Mary walked in and stopped as soon as I came into her view. We looked at each other momentarily taking each other in. Her southern drawl was barely detectable as she softly said, "Stand up."

I stood, causing my imprisoned cock to become visible to her. I waited to see if she was going to double over in laughter or run from the room. She did laugh, but it was a gentle, amused chuckle that was obviously not malicious. There was a gleam in her eyes as she told me to come to her. Then she told me to turn around. When I did so she made my cock throb as her Texas accent proclaimed, "Nice ass." Then she reached out and caressed by butt. Donna had always told me that my ass was what first made her notice me and commented often on how much she liked it. So now something else had been reaffirmed.

Mary turned me around and held me close, then kissed me. I returned the kiss with fervor, caressing her bare arms as I did so. She commented that I was a good kisser, then backed up a step and took hold of my caged manhood, examining it. She turned it this way and that curiously, then dropped it and began to remove her clothing. She had a beautiful body and I told her so.

After she had removed all of her clothing she asked, "Ok, you're supposed to be the expert. So what do we do now?"

I gently lay her down on the bed on her back, placing a pillow beneath her head and another beneath her buttocks. I forced myself to concentrate on her, trying to ignore the incessant call to arms from my groin. "What I do now is worship your beautiful body. What you do now is relax and focus only on yourself and your sensations. The only other thing for you to do is tell me when you want more of something or when something is right.."

With that I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, caressing her lips with mine, slowly fucking her mouth with my tongue. She moaned and returned my passion in her kiss and her caresses. I moved to her neck and shoulders, taking my time. Then I moved to her breasts as I caressed her arms and sides with my fingers lightly. I kissed, sucked and tongued her breasts, teasing her nipples but not neglecting the tender flesh surrounding them. I worked my way slowly down her abdomen until I reached her nether regions. I found that she was shaved, which I love. A bare pussy is a thrill because of the way it feels on my lips and because it lays the flesh open to more sensations from my ministrations. I could feel her tense up a little bit. I don't know why so many women are self conscious about their sex, feeling as if it should repulse their lover. Are there that many men out there that do feel that way? I caressed her thighs with my fingertips as I told her how beautiful her sex was, and how her scent was so sweet. It worked. She relaxed, and moved her hands down to entwine her fingers in my hair. I softly caressed her mons with my tongue, then covered it with my mouth and caressed it with my lips. I parted her lips with my tongue, then buried my face within them. Oh, my God I love this!

Her moans made her pleasure obvious as I fucked her with my tongue, then I bathed her with it until I found her clit. I gently massaged her clit and she bucked up against me. It was time to dart my tongue across and back and forth, alternating my movements until she grasped my hair and literally screamed through the intensity of her orgasm. I covered her entire sex with my mouth and let her fuck my face until she had worked through it. Then I tenderly made love to her thighs, ass and nether lips until she again pushed against my face. She was ready for another so I again began my loving assault on her clit.

After her second orgasm I guess Mary had enough focus that she decided it was time to tease me while I went about my task. She obviously recalled what I had said about her Texas accent. As worked her through several more orgasms she talked dirty to me in that southern drawl, telling me to fuck her with my tongue, letting me know how much she loved my ministrations. Already aroused beyond reason by going down on her, I thought her voice was going to make my cock burst right out of its cage.

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Noun 1. A person who seems addicted to behaving like an asshole. 2. An alcoholic who exhibits extreme asshole behavior.

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In addition to the other definitions, it's a characterization of an obnoxious remark or action; i.e., something an asshole would say. Basically, it's the adjective form of "asshole".
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When a man loves ass so much that he becomes very irritable until he gets his first slice of the day.
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"I can't wait to have my own place," Mina said as she flopped onto Lita's bed. "You are so lucky, Lita. You can do whatever you want and not worry about what anyone says."

"Well the neighbors get a little upset when I play the music too loud," Lita said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You know you can stay here whenever you want, you could even move in if you want."

"You said that last time I was escaping my house, my parents said no way." Mina sighed. "I mean I practically live here anyway, I'm always over. Maybe once we graduate high school they'll consider it." She propped her feet up on the wall next to the bed and crossed one foot over the other. Her skirt fell around her hips, leaving her long legs bare. Lita didn't say anything about it being unlady-like, she wasn't one to talk, but it got her thinking about something that she'd wondered about occasionally.

Mina noticed Lita staring at her legs and asked, "what is it?"

"I was just thinking, with all the times we fight outdoors, near a crowd or even just a few people, and given the length of our skirts when we're transformed, it's a wonder we don't always have guys coming up to us after a battle asking for our numbers."

Mina giggled. "Don't you ever stop thinking about boys?"

"No," Lita said seriously, then she laughed too. "I build up so much energy during a fight that afterwards there's excess, and I'm often frustrated."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. A lot of times I have to release it somehow, so I go to the gym for some volleyball...or other things..." Mina blushed a little when she saw the look Lita was giving her. She just shrugged and smiled slyly.

"Yeah, sometimes I come home and play with my toys," Lita said. Mina gave her a questioning look, so she explained, "one more perk to living alone," she said, winking.

"Lita! Are you serious?"

*Ding-dong*

Sailor Mars hit the wall hard, almost dislocating her shoulder. She lay there still for a moment, trying to collect herself. Though her eyes were still a little blurry from being swung around and thrown into a brick wall, she could make out the form of Sailor Moon continuing the attack. This monster was tough, but they were fairly sure they could defeat it without having to call on the others.

Sailor Moon punched it in the nose, then spun around and kicked it in the gut. The monster reeled, but came back only more agitated. It grabbed onto her and slammed its forehead into hers, sending her to the ground. "So much energy," it sneered, "I'm sure you pretty soldiers could come up with better uses for it." The monster kneeled over Sailor Moon, almost straddling her. It ran one clawed hand up her thigh, under her skirt. Sailor Moon tried to push the monster off of her, but the creature grabbed hold of her wrists in one hand. It bent close to her and licked the side of her face with its long tongue. Sailor Moon cried out in disgust and tried vainly to kick the monster off. Its sleazy hand stroked her face where it was wet, then slowly moved down her body, cupping her breasts, stroking her stomach, then going back under her skirt.

"Mars Fire Ignite!!" The fireball hit the monster sidelong and it went flying, landing a dozen feet away. Sailor Moon's skirt was caught on its claws and was torn away instantly, leaving her costume torn across her middle, the bottom part barely hanging by a thread. Sailor Mars rushed to help her stand.

"That's a sexy look for you, Sailor Moon," the demon growled. "I'd love to see you girls go at it, I'm sure you do all the time."

"What are you talking about, you creep!" Sailor Moon said defiantly.

"Oh come on, those short skirts of yours, your young ripe forms crammed into these tight, tiny outfits, always working up a sweat together. You can't tell me you girls don't put in a little sailor overtime, if you know what I mean."

"I'll burn your filthy mouth off!" Sailor Mars cried and rushed the monster. She punched it hard in the side of its head. The monster barely flinched, and it grabbed the front of her costume and ripped her bow off, tearing her leotard and exposing her breasts. It extended its lengthy tongue again and tried to lick her there, but she grabbed the tongue instead and pulled hard. It extended from the creature's mouth and Mars wrapped it around its own neck. The creature tried to scream in pain, but it was gagged around the throat. Sailor Mars screamed, "Mars Celestial Fire Surround!", and the monster was immediately engulfed in a huge prison of fire, screaming in agony. Sailor Mars backed away and turned to her partner. "Do it, Sailor Moon!"

Sailor Moon produced her magic wand out of thin air and spoke the command, sending a stream of positive energy straight into the creature, destroying its evil nature. Its final cry faded away, and the inanimate object that spawned it returned to normal.

Sailor Moon and Sailor Mars looked at each other, each half-naked from the battle, and quickly tried to cover themselves as they rushed inside the temple.

Mina stayed in the bedroom while Lita went to answer the door. As soon as she saw Amy standing on her front porch, she smacked her hand to her forehead and said, "oh Amy! I completely forgot we had a study date today, come on in."

"Are you sure? We can reschedule if you need to."

"No, what I need is for you to help me get out of Trigonometry alive." Lita led the way into the living room. Her mind was still on the conversation in the bedroom, the direction it was headed in. She tried to put it out of her mind, but it was difficult. Amy was wearing her blue vest and matching skirt with the white button down shirt, an outfit Lita always secretly thought looked sexy on her meek friend.

"Well, if you can show me how to bake a cake without giving it the consistency of a brick, I'll pass Home EC, we'll all graduate together, and you and I will consider it even," Amy said as she began setting up math books on the coffee table. She wasn't aware that Lita was still staring at her in a most unusual way. She was bent forward finding the correct pages in the books, and Lita had a nice view of her relatively small yet perky breasts in a tiny lace bra beneath her shirt. Lita tried to look away, but she just couldn't get her mind away from where it was, and she was getting warmer thinking about it.

Amy sat down next to her and began explaining the equations and theorems. Lita was barely listening, but she tried to make it look like she was. Amy could tell she was distracted.

"You are having trouble concentrating," she observed.

"It's nothing, just a conversation that Mina and I were having earlier, kind of stuck in my head." Lita then remembered that Mina was in the back room, probably scouring her room for her toys, knowing Mina. She smiled at the thought as Amy went on explaining things. Lita watched her neck muscles as she talked, and slowly her eyes drifted down to her smooth legs, neatly folded together under her. She shook her head unnoticed and really forced herself to concentrate on the books. How would it look if she were caught staring at her tutor like a sex-crazed prepubescent, and besides, she really needed to study for this class.

Somehow Lita managed to listen to Amy, and they did some practice problems until Lita was comfortable with the material. Amy got up to stretch, and Lita's eyes were once again drawn to her body, moving gracefully under the fabric of her clothes. Lita felt herself getting flush again. She took a deep breath and stood as well. She put a hand lightly on Amy's shoulder.

"Thanks, Amy," she said.

"Anytime, Lita, any time you need help, with any subject..."

"Oh not just the tutoring. Thanks for being friend enough to put up with trying to get me to understand this mess." Her hand moved tentatively to Amy's face, stroking it lightly. Amy blushed and glanced down at the hand, not sure of what was going on. She was obviously uncomfortable, so Lita quickly withdrew her hand.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, "I didn't mean anything..."

"It's alright," Amy said. She was silent for a moment, just looking at Lita carefully. "Is that why you were having such trouble concentrating?" she asked.

"Yeah, like I said, Mina and I were talking, and...well, I always liked that outfit on you," Lita said, blushing a little herself now.

Amy laughed a little. "It must have been a good conversation."

"Are you angry?"

She smiled. "No, not angry. In a way I'm flattered that you would think of me that way."

Lita smiled, and took that as her cue to be brave. She moved close to Amy and put her hand back to her face. She traced her features, staring into Amy's big blue eyes. She bent down and kissed her lightly. When she looked again Amy's face was beet red, she was still so uncertain. Lita kissed her again, more fully this time. She felt Amy's tongue slip tentatively into her mouth. It was so new and exciting, and Amy felt so delicate pressed against her. She kept kissing Amy quite passionately as she slipped her blue vest off her shoulders and began unbuttoning her blouse. Then suddenly Amy broke away.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm just so nervous. I've never done anything like this before."

"Believe it or not, neither have I." Lita saw her trembling a little. "We can stop if you want to, I'd never say anything."

Amy smiled. "I know you wouldn't." Amy's mind was screaming at her that this was wrong, socially, genetically. But then she recalled that deep kiss, and feeling her skin warm and tingle as Lita removed her blouse. She decided to ignore her brain for once and let her emotions take over. "I don't want to stop," she said decidedly.

Lita grinned and scooped her up in her embrace. She kissed Amy like before, then moved her kisses down Amy's neck. Amy felt her legs grow a little weak as her shirt fell to the floor, and then her bra. Lita held her up with one hand on her back, and massaged her small breast with the other. Amy's breathing was heavy now, and little moans were escaping her lovely throat. Lita managed to work the zipper on Amy's skirt and it too found itself on the floor. Lita rubbed Amy's ass through the matching lace, almost lingerie panties. She ran one finger underneath the elastic. "These are sexy," she whispered.

Amy smiled and said, "well, I always liked that outfit on me too." She tugged at the tight green turtleneck that Lita wore, eager to see the famed largest tits in the Sailor Scouts (save possibly for Uranus'). Lita helped her a little with that, then undid her own tight jeans as Amy took one ample breast in her hand and brought it to her lips. She flicked her tongue over the nipple, erecting it instantly. She licked the entire circumference of the breast and slowly spiraled inward until she was sucking on the nipple like a baby. She glanced up to see pleasure and also surprise on her friend's face.

"Where'd you learn that?" she asked.

Amy smiled slyly. "Just because I've never done it doesn't mean I haven't seen more than my share of educational videos." Lita laughed, and Amy continued on to the other breast, keeping the first nipple erect with her fingertips. Lita held the back of Amy's head as Amy's tongue tenderized her skin. Soon Lita wanted to move onto something else, and she gently pushed Amy backward onto the couch. She knelt on the floor before her and raised one leg onto the couch, and pushed the other leg off in the opposite direction. She looked up at Amy and smiled, and though she was still blushing a little, Amy nodded and smiled back.

Sailor Mars closed the sliding door to her room behind her. Neither of them was seriously injured, but Sailor Moon sat on the bed rubbing her new bruises and whining. Mars stood near the door with her back to Sailor Moon, dismissing the whining as usual. She looked down at her torn uniform, her plump, dark breasts exposed. She felt sexy in a kinky pornographic kind of way. The monster's words echoed in her mind and sparked her imagination.

"Well," Sailor Moon said, interrupting Mars' thoughts, "I guess we can go ahead and untransform."

"Wait," Mars said, turning to face her finally. She moved to the bed and sat next to Sailor Moon. "What the monster said..." She trailed off, knowing she shouldn't say anything about this, but she couldn't stop her imagination. The sight alone of their torn uniforms hanging loosely on their well-formed bodies made her horny as hell. "We're left with so much excess energy after a battle...and..." She ran a finger over the tear in Sailor Moon's costume, lightly grazing her skin. Mars looked up at her and saw total confusion on her face. She also saw her trying purposefully not to look at Mars' exposed tits. She leaned forward and smiled a little deviously, "haven't you ever been curious, Sailor Moon?"

"I, um..well, er, um..." Sailor Moon stammered. Her eyes drifted down to Mars' dark, perky nipples, almost begging to be sucked. She stared at them for a moment silently, a small smile creeping onto her lips at the thoughts forming in her mind. Suddenly she looked away and blushed. "Oh, we just can't," she said quickly.

"Why, it'd be fun," Mars said.

"For a million reasons! What about Darien?"

"Come on, Sailor Moon," Mars said in her usual admonishing tone, "it's not like you'd be cheating on him." She lowered her voice to a seductive whisper and said, "nothing we do here will change your destiny. I know you're just as curious as I am." She touched the tear again, then moved her fingers up and down Moon's bare thigh.

Sailor Moon looked down at Mars' hand, causing shivers to run all through her. She allowed her gaze to drift back to Mars' breasts, and she felt that same desire to taste them as before. Mars saw her staring at them and liked the look on Moon's face. Sailor Moon looked into Mars' eyes seriously and said, "I just don't know about this, Raye..."

"Shhh," Mars said, putting one finger on Moon's lips, "call me Mars, it'll be easier when we're around the others." She moved her hand to the back of her head and brought their lips together. Sailor Moon was surprised by how much more delicate Mars' lips were compared to Darien's. She decided right away that she liked it, and they stayed lip locked for quite a while, their tongues dancing together, until Mars broke away.

"I want you to lick my breasts, Sailor Moon," she said.

"You giving me orders, Mars?" Sailor Moon said.

"I know you want to, but would you have done it on your own?" She gently pulled Moon's head down level with her chest. "Do it," she commanded. Sailor Moon's tongue moved to obey, striking out tentatively to moisten a nipple. She darted the tip of her tongue all over it, and when it was sufficiently hard she ran the flat of her tongue over it slowly like a cat. Mars cooed with delight, and Moon continued licking, then sucking and nibbling. Mars thrust her chest into Moon's face, her entire left tit pressing deep into Moon's mouth. She played with her right tit in the mean time, bending her head down to try and lick her own nipple. She couldn't quite reach it, so Moon took up that one next, leaving the first covered in saliva. Mars blew gently on it and the nipple got even harder. She stood suddenly, causing Moon's teeth to graze the nipple roughly. She stood in front of Moon, between her legs. "Tear the bottom of my costume like yours. I want to be wearing only the collar and my gloves."

"It's a good thing these are magical," Moon said as she moved to comply. She removed the rear bow and the skirt, then slowly stripped away the entire white leotard. She gobbled up a breast again as she caressed Mars' naked form. She ran her hands all over Mars' body, over her back, her ass, rubbing her other breast and stomach. She moved her hands up the inside of her thighs until she reached the top. She rubbed her hand over Mars' neatly trimmed bush, and slowly allowed her fingers to trace down and find her clit. She grasped it between her thumb and forefinger and gently twisted back and forth.

"Oh yes, Sailor Moon," Mars breathed, "touch me just like that, yes." She spread her legs wider and moved her hips with each twist of Moon's fingers. She tried to maneuver her hips to get Sailor Moon's fingers to slip inside her, but Moon was being very careful not to allow that to happen. She stayed near her clit on purpose, even though she could tell Mars wanted more. Moon's gloved fingers were already soaked through with Mars' juices. Mars felt so sexy, naughty, she moved like a porn star.

"Oh, please Sailor Moon, finger me. I can't stand the teasing anymore. I'm so wet, please finger fuck me."

Sailor Moon smiled. She liked hearing Mars beg for it. "Not just yet," she said, continuing to massage her swollen clit.

Mars pushed Sailor Moon backward onto the bed suddenly, roughly. She grabbed Moon's soaked hand and positioned her finger over her pelvis, to point up towards the ceiling. She climbed up on the bed and straddled herself over the finger and slowly lowered herself onto it. Moon allowed her to do it, and kept her finger steady and stiff as Mars began to gyrate.

"Yes, that's it, finger me, Moon!"

"Yes Mars, just as you told me to." She watched as Mars moved back and forth, pleasuring herself on her hand. She moaned and cried out as Moon felt the walls of her pussy contract around her fingers. But Mars wasn't done yet. "Add a finger, Sailor Moon, fuck me!" Moon did as she was told. She wiggled her fingers briskly, and Mars cried out, "oh yes!!" She twisted and bounced all over, crying out over and over. Sailor Moon added a third finger, and Mars went wild. She came so violently Moon was afraid her hand would be broken, and she feared the same for her eardrums as Mars let out a final passionate cry as the waves of pleasure drowned her. She collapsed on the bed next to Sailor Moon, drained and sweating, but for now, satisfied.

Mina heard Amy's voice from the other room but didn't go out to greet her. She figured she ought to let them study. Besides, it would give her a chance to see just what kind of toys Lita had been hinting at. First she looked in the closet, but there was nothing fun hidden under the pile of junk on the floor. She checked all the dresser drawers, still nothing. Finally she looked under the bed, where amongst the usual junk she found a plain shoebox. She peeked inside and smiled. Jackpot.

She discarded the lid and removed the top item, a see through bra and panty set, sheer and dark pink. She held the bra up to her chest, but it was obviously too big for her. She set them aside and picked up a strange looking item. It was rubber, and had two finger-sized prongs on one side connected by a ring on the opposite side. One of the prongs was slightly smaller than the other. Mina had no clue what it was for, it was too odd. She set it aside, along with some other strange things.

She removed from the box a cylindrical object wrapped in a velvet cloth. She allowed the velvet to fall away to reveal a decent sized rubber cock. She knew exactly what this was for. She could smell the residual of sex on the dildo, and Mina imagined it being thrust in and out of Lita's pussy. She wrapped her fingers around its shaft and began stroking it like she would a real one. She brought the head of it to her lips and gave it a little taste. Rubber and sex. She looked in the box and saw a leather belt under where the dildo had been. Mina removed it and held it up to see that it was the belt that attached to the dildo to create a strap on. Mina wondered just on whom Lita was using this.

Mina took the belt and dildo and lay on the bed as before, with her legs propped up and bare, but uncrossed this time. She examined the belt and affixed the dildo to it. She held it up to her pelvis and had to laugh, it was a little funny looking if she thought about it. She lifted her shirt and bra and lay the dildo between her tits, with the head facing her. She pressed her breasts together to grab the phallic object, and she laughed again as this rubbery one-eyed monster stared back at her. She moved it jerkingly towards her lower area like an anteater sniffing out a colony. She giggled and set it aside with the other items, before she got too silly with it.

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Uncle got fucked by my friends

Duration: 46:54 Views: 1.7K Submitted: 2 weeks ago Year: 2020
Description: Uncle got fucked by my friends / Meu Tio Deu Para Os Meus Amigos. ///// Gabriel, Ric Vilarimm, Samuel Javier, Rafael Mieto. ///// There are people in life who are lucky to participate in situations full of lust. Unexpected situations happen. This is Samuel Javier's case, who has an uncle who is a model. They always go out to a sports routines. Samuel was waiting for his uncle to have lunch at his house, but on the way, Samuel met 2 friends who were also sports fans, Marcos Vinicius who was with his Skate and Ric Vilarimm who was on a Bike, Samuel, invited his friends to go to his uncle's house too! When they get home the boys make comments about his uncle, because he was looking at other guys on the street in a different way, for Marcos and Ric's surprise, Samuel heard what they were talking about, they talked about the different behavior of the uncle, so they made a bet to confirm that sexual suspicion about his uncle. But the surprise was for Samuel who found his friends with the cock inside his uncle's ass and the other in his mouth, he was surprised just like his uncle, only as they are open-minded and naughty kids, they agreed to have sex all after the excited request of the uncle. The uncle took a lot of cocks on his face and ass. The boys put him to suck their feet, armpits, feet in the ass, banging, slapping spits and even piss. Wow, I've already watched this video, I swear I came 5 times, because each scene of the very horny, you can't wait for the end and hit just one!


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Forbidden Knowledge

Parental Advisory: Explicit Content

One of the truths about our neurophysiology is habituation, feeling less and less with repetition of the same stimulation over time. But our habituation can be overcome by our capacity for attention. Attention can be drawn by survival relevant events and powerful emotion, but also by our cortical capacities. We can pay attention to things because of conscious goals, things we are actually aware (or have convinced ourselves) that we are trying to do. We really can “engage brain” on purpose, because doing so may give us perspective, or advantage we otherwise would not have. Arousal is reduced by habituation, but attention can mitigate it.

If you know everything someone is going to do, you may stop even being aware that they are doing it. The surprises of someone being more than you expected cannot last. Familiarity may not breed contempt, but it hardly sustains desire, especially when a partner becomes a “sure thing.” So what happens when we remember Zillman’s suggestion that coition be added to fight and flight as a third variety of sympathetic hyperactivity? What are the practical implications of the interdependencies produced by the sympathetic commonality? Preceding and concurrent arousing events that are not sexual can nevertheless alter precoital and coital behaviors as well as their experiential quality.

We’ve got a big overlap of coition with fight/flight. There are close brain proximities. Electrically stimulating near areas that control erection in male nonhuman primates produce fight/flight responses, and vice versa. Directly stimulating fight/flight areas eventually produce sexual excitement. Fight, flight, and coition are all served by sympathetic outflow from T12 and L1, the last thoracic and first lumbar nerves (the middle of the back), which prompt the release of epinephrine and norepinephrine from the adrenal medullae. This also reaches the sexual organs, producing what is called the psychogenic sexual center, i.e. the one responding to distal (visual and auditory) sexual stimuli, which produce both sympathetic excitation and genital tumescence (not just limited to men).

For sexual arousal, Masters and Johnson reported heart rates from 110-180 bpm for both genders, respiration rates of 40 per minute, BP increases of 40-100 systolic for males, 30-80 for females, even diastolic up 20-50 in males, 20-40 for females. Of course, the skeleto-muscular activity is also up. Really? But you also get the increases with the “auto-manipulative techniques” employed in research, and only slightly lessened effects when all you are doing is looking at porn (excuse me, “explicit portrayals of precoital and coital behaviors”). The second reflexogenic center, of parasympathetic outflow from S1 and S2, the first two sacral nerves, produces “sexual reflexes” including, you guessed it, “genital vasocongestion,” which means that, with direct tactile stimulation it will also happen for someone who is in a wheelchair. The good news? Reflexes don’t habituate! Obviously there is an “obtrusive discrepancy” between fight/flight and sexual arousal with the “ “parasympathetic outflow that makes for the reflexogenic sexual center.” Ahem. This also reaches the detrusor muscle of the urinary bladder and the distal colon and rectum, which not only plays a specific part in sexual functioning (as Masters and Johnson point out), but in nonsexual emergencies as well (which we talked about in “Passion and Ease”), so it isn’t exactly fair to view sexual arousal as clearly differentiated from nonsexual emergencies. Moreover, anthropological research also points out that “uncovered men” show some degree of erection during most sympathetic emotions. But I guess the rapine commonly associated with combat for most of human history is too shocking and offensive for modern sensibilities. So let’s just not talk about it. I remember my Latin teacher trying to convince us that rapio just meant “to grasp,” so that the Rape of the Sabine Women in Caesar’s Gallic Wars was actually about the “grasping” of the Sabine women. Even we virgin teens understood that rapio might not be just “grasping.” What about Wendy and the pirates? Shut up!

What we had better talk about is Zillman’s “excitation transfer theory,” empirically supported by lots of evidence that arousal from a prior or nondominant emotion will facilitate the subsequent or dominant emotion. Since anything mediated by hormones dissipates slowly (remember the mismatch between the time course of emotion and of that of thought), residual excitation will be part of later experience (the “back seat of the car effect” after an arousing movie), and we don’t tend to partition the contributing sources (emotions don’t come labelled with their sources), so we will attribute whatever arousal we feel to the most salient stimuli at hand (“Johnny was such a turn on after Friday the 13th” -- XIII due out soon!).There are over 40 years of data from Zillman and others showing increases in sexual arousal produced by prior “agonistic” (fight/flight) stimuli, and vice-versa, suggesting different ways of understanding both the excitation of “make-up” (or even “angry”) sex, as well as the greater intensity of irritation and annoyance, as well as hostile and aggressive action produced by sexual pre-arousal. Interestingly, just about any kind of pre-arousal, including exercise, can have these effects. Have you ever been around athletes after the game? Does it matter if they won or los

Interesting so far? It’s going to get politically incorrect very quickly, as, in all honesty, we really do need to talk about some gender differences. Remember, as always, that we are talking about statistical differences in bell curves that have huge overlaps, and there is no experience that one gender has that doesn’t include members of another that share it. OK, so blame Freud, who essentially thought that male sexuality benefits from aggression (anger, the fight part of fight/flight) and female sexuality from fear (the flight part). He also argued that denial, frustration, and repression are prerequisites to sexual passions, as obstacles will desire, and that when natural barriers weren’t enough to thwart sexual satisfaction, history would erect cultural barriers for love to be enjoyable again. He went so far as to say that without such barriers, love becomes worthless and life empty! But even my favorite bad girl feminist Camille Paglia, in the wonderful first chapter of Sexual Personae says “Sex is a far darker power than feminism has admitted. Behaviorist sex theories believe guiltless, no-fault sex is possible. But sex has always been girt round with taboo, irrespective of culture.” Her theory is that “whenever sexual freedom is sought or achieved, sadomasochism will not be far behind. Romanticism always turns to decadence.” If you read nothing else Paglia has ever written, you owe it to yourself to read this chapter, even if you find it offensive. It will make you think. You don’t have to go back to Ovid’s (Artis Amatoriae) for a description of male delight in coition with a maiden “struck dumb” by fear.

Zillman reports a study done 40 years ago which induced fear in female subjects and then immediately exposed them to sexually arousing stimuli. As measured by vaginal blood-volume changes, the distressed females became more rapidly and more intensely aroused than did controls. Some controversy surrounded the fact that the pre-arousal, a distressing film of a tragic automobile accident, including the occupants’ death cries, was “empathetic distress” rather than an actual experience of pain, or its anticipation, though one might expect the generalizations to be rather conservative! In men, the accident film didn’t produce as much arousal, and less tumescence than a control, but a film about anticipated amputation of limbs did! The accidents film produced more depression in men, which inhibits erection. Subsequent research clarified that while any sympathetic arousal (including from exercise) which leaves unacknowledged residual excitation facilitates subsequent sexual arousal in both genders, the effects of distress-related pre-arousal was virtually indistinguishable from that produced by sexual excitedness.

If you are gasping at this kind of research, let’s not forget that it was a mere ten years ago that an episode of a reality TV game show called “The Rock of Love” had Bret Michaels being aroused by sexy phone calls from female contestants. We just saw the graph on the computer screen, but his arousal (remember that “genital vasocongestion”?) was measured by a sphygmometer attached to his junk. Yes, really. The show’s theme song was from Bret Michaels’ fifth album, Rock of Love, entitled “Go That Far.” I wondered if fellatio competitions were next. The important point of the scientific research, however, was to show that the hedonic quality of the pre-arousal was immaterial. As we have noted before, negative emotions tend to produce higher levels of intensity than positive ones.So let’s cut to the chase. The fading of libido, that is “sex-related excitatory habituation,” is a fact of life that only increases with age, despite fully operative reflexogenic control of coital preparedness. That the “excitement is gone” is the characteristic comment of sexually dissatisfied partners. Reliance on reflexogenic control by genital manipulation, though reflexes do not habituate, is apparently unappealing in comparison to the pulsating sexual eagerness of psychogenically controlled sympathetic excitedness, given memories of juvenile exuberance or even more mature indulgence. On the other hand, as the septuagenarian lover of a much younger woman once told me: “There are many ways to please a young woman, and my fingers never grow soft.” Over thirty years of research has shown that heavy exposure to repeated and potentially massive pornography considerably diminishes sympathetic reactions in both men and women, including a diminishment of genital vasocongestion in men. As Zillman put it “If the portrayal of eager bodies and sexual activities in living color fosters a loss of sexual excitedness, can it be assumed that exposure to usually less enticing and fewer bodies in the bedroom does not?” Since the advent of high-speed Internet, the use of pornography has become mainstream and normalized. While the overall proportions may have declined since the 1999 finding that 4 or 5 out of the top ten searches were for porn, even conservative estimates say 10-15 %, and no longer male-dominated. Survey research shows that greater pornography use results in more negative attitudes toward women, more positive attitudes toward sexual assault, more sexual partners, and lower distress with a partner’s use of porn, research recently replicated in a college population of 80% females averaging 21 years of age.

So what are the remedies? The historically and probably most frequent is the change of sexual partners, not likely mitigated by the substantially increased human life-span, as shown in the fluctuation of the current divorce rate (at least in the U.S.) at around 50%. A suggestive study with non-human primates simulated the continual receptivity of the human female (remember that most other mammals engage in sexual behavior only during ovulation) by putting rhesus monkeys in continual estrus. By three years, sexual activity was a fraction of that during the first year. Folk wisdom for human beings? Put a penny in a jar for every time you have sex for the first two years of your relationship, then take on out every time after that, and you will never take them all out! Ah, but introduce novel estrus females and sexual activity jumps back to initial heights, but it not sustained if you reintroduce the familiar ones. Sexual habituation can clearly be eliminated by dangerous liaisons, but the transfer model suggests acute guilt might also do

Zillman, in Connections between Sex and Aggression, suggests that pain, is the sexual enhancer par excellence, across history and culture, especially at extreme levels that might be characterized as ecstasy. The sympathetic accompaniment of acute pain is not only strong but resistant to habituation. Put on a new pair of shoes, and a day or so later they are just your shoes; put a pebble in your shoe, and you will be aware of it until you take it out. Scratching and biting are still popular even in contemporary life, this from The Rolling Stones “Don’t stop:”

The way you bit my lip and you drew first blood

It warmed my cold, cold heart

And you wrote your name right on my back

Boy, your nails were sharp.

But then, even lingerie and other bodily adornments can retard habituation, and their mass consumption suggests that such needs are widespread (witness the success of Victoria’s Secret). Through conditioning with sexual arousal, almost any stimulus can become fetishized, probably the most innocuous sex enhancement available, whose often innocent emergence is a private issue between stimulus and respondent, and whose use does not demean or victimize.

In cases of coercive sexuality, or rape, the warning is that, for a person callous enough to the welfare of another to commit such an atrocity, sexual excitedness may be enhanced. The victim’s terror can deliver sympathetic excitation, and the violators hostile action, together with fear of detection, can also add excitation. With unwanted but persistent tactile stimulation, the reflexogenic component is also outside the victim’s control. It is simply false to say that a victim “must have liked it” simply because the autonomic involvement of sexual physiology fosters conditions conducive to coition. It is false for the perpetrator, it is also false for the victim. Unwillingness to talk about this state of affairs is likely to produce more harm than good, It is also the case that while “victim blaming” is a travesty for society at large, and, in the long run, for the victim, in the short run, a belief that one could have and therefore can still take action to control these circumstances may be a step in the healing process. Why is it the case that students in a senior research course in psychology regularly assert that they would rather be shot than raped? The former is far more likely to produce death, and long-term physical damage. Is it possible that the role of one’s own body in a sexual assault is an added betrayal?

There is also a “Dark Side,” of course, in the “pure theater” of bondage, dominance, and sado-masochism, “BDSM,” whether through inducing fear, the triumph of domination, or the joy of submission. This is not to endorse coercion or violence, or any form of non-consensuality, but its milder versions are little more than simple extensions of scratching or biting, often as much theatrical. Stop at a leather booth at any Renaissance Fair in the country and you will need to specify whether the object you want to purchase is for “show or use”. The practice of using a “safety word” to voluntarily end an encounter has also entered the mainstream, simply to make certain of consent. So, non-exploitative use of sympathetic pain can easily be used to increase sexual excitement, like scratching someone’s back, or even as innocuous as using an ice cube on a hot day. Common college argot can refer to an attractive other as “spankable.” But then, ”Use every man after his desert, and who should ’scape whipping?” Hamlet Act 2, Scene 2)

Given the current popularity of vampire fantasies, never mind Bram Stoker, while some commentators have criticized the Twilight series for its unconsummated eros, Anne Rice, author of one series of vampire novels, also wrote (under the name A.N. Roquelaire) a three volume series of fantasies about Sleeping Beauty, detailing sadomasochistic activities by both sexes. I remember Uma Thurman once confessed that she stripped her Barbies and turned them into sex slaves. Empirical data suggest that such fantasies are hardly aberrant for either sex. A study by the Masters and Johnson Institute from over 25 years ago showed daydreams of forced sex to be common for both men and women:

Men’s Daydreams of “Forced” Sex

Being kidnapped by a woman and obliged to do as she orders 46%

Being raped by a woman 46%

Seducing a woman who pretends to resist 45%

Being tied up by a woman who then has sex with him 42%

Forcing a woman to have sex with him 39%

Being tied up and sexually stimulated by a woman 36%

Raping a woman 33%

Women’s Daydreams of “Forced” Sex

Being overpowered or forced to surrender 49%

Being tied up and sexually stimulated by a man 48%

Having to submit to aggression 42%

Pretending to fight and resist before yielding 39%

Being a slave who must obey a man’s every wish 30%

Cross-cultural research shows that in promiscuous societies where sexual interaction can readily occur without coercion, the deliberate involvement of pain in coition is more popular than in societies which are less promiscuous. Such fantasies are part and parcel of contemporary American pop culture. Witness the daughter of Hollywood couple Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith (and grand-daughter of Tippi Hedren), Dakota Johnson, playing the role of Anastasia Steele in Fifty Shades of Grey in 2015, and Fifty Shades Darker in 2017. Between these two films she played Alice in the mainstream romantic comedy How to Be Single. Now, it may be part of perfectly healthy sexuality for consenting adults to enact these or even more bizarre fantasies, but given the continuing presence of social taboos, sex researchers understand that self-report statistics under-represent actual numbers. Finding that sexual fantasies during intercourse are as high as 94% of women and 93% of men suggests that many acts of love include both actual people and fantasized others. This is depicted even in Gustav Klimt’s “Love,” painted in 1895. Of course, in the realm of fantasy, anything goes, and consenting to share and enact a fantasy can not only be exciting and safe, but can counter habituation. Moreover, the empathy and understanding ideally present make the difference between “adult play,” and objectification or abuse. With two-way empathy, one’s partner is an autonomous subject as well, and the erotic power can increase to the point of an ecstatic loss of boundaries between self and other.

In his 2002 book, Can Love Last: The Fate of Romance Over Time, psychoanalyst Stephen Mitchell suggests that while love can last, each action that we take to make our love “safer” is actually a nail in its coffin. Since risk and growth for both partners is crucial, a radical trust and acceptance, even the acceptance that some risks and much individual growth must occur apart, is sine qua non for lasting love. Intimacy may help protect solitude, just as solitude may provide the fuel which can keep the hearth of intimacy aflame. The groundwork for seeing romance as a viable adult experience, rather than an adolescent regression, is in putting less emphasis on safety and stability and more on vitality, creativity, and authenticity.

We can go a bit deeper. Allowing for risk and fragility also means dealing with dependency and the aggression and sadism which some theorists of eros see as central to sexual desire. Why? “Because we long to redress the humiliations we all have suffered as children in connection with our early longings” (p 140). A common claim is that the caring component of long-term relationships, by inhibiting aggression, makes erotic romance more likely in relationships with the alluring but unknown. Mitchell argues that it’s the other way around, that long-standing love is full of aggression, and the problem is not its absence but its presence.

"The momentary aggressive fantasies I generate in relation to strangers is nothing compared with the intensity of the homicidal fantasies I harbor toward those I live with and love most deeply. And the effectiveness and danger of aggression is directly proportional to how much one knows about its target."

"It is the very otherness of the other that defines the limits to one’s own omnipotence and creates the vulnerability, often the experience of helplessness, that accompanies desire. Thus romantic longing skates on the edge of humiliation. This is why objects of desire are too easily transformed into objects of revenge. It is their fault that one desires them, as if their very desirability were an instrument of torture" (p 141).

This means that one must be able to tolerate a sense of vulnerability and aggression in order to sustain romance. Unfortunately, risk can be managed by a diminished excitement that serves as both self-protection and revenge. “The thrill is gone.” The collapse of expectations can be a choreographed routine, in which each feels that the other is less exciting because of their familiarity and predictability. But this also lowers passion. “No risk, no gain.” To the extent that love generates hope, longing, and dependency, it always risks humiliation. So love is necessarily dangerous. Aggression is love’s shadow. Love is not degraded by aggression, but by being unable to sustain the needed tension between them, “The capacity to love over time entails the capacity to tolerate and repair hatred.”

We are our stories. To have a self means having a protagonist who does things, and to whom things happen. Without stories, there is no self. Our romantic narrative, recurring in the stories we tell others about ourselves, and the stories we tell ourselves to sustain a sense of who we are, is central to life as we know it. And if it is to be something other than a fairy tale, no such narrative lacks pain, hurt, and loss. Why is the Blues such a popular genre? As Son House said: “the blues is when you love someone and they don’t love you back.” So in romance, like life, our identity is determined, and our uniqueness symbolized by the catalog of scars that serve as reminders of past injury. The disguised Ulysses, returning to Ithaca to revenge himself against his wife’s suitors, is recognized from his scars by his old nurse. Like Ulysses we are recognizable, both to ourselves and others by our old wounds, our scars, the damage inflicted upon us by life. Why? Self-pity: “She done me wrong,” and guilt “I was a fool.” For many of us, the soundtrack of our lives is that baby borne to the Blues: Rock and Roll. In the words of the Jefferson Airplane: “When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies, don’t you want somebody to love, don’t you need somebody to love. You better find somebody to love.”

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