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Oracle Breakable After All
Billy writes "Unless you've been living in a cave, you've seen Oracle's Unbreakable campaign (Can't break it. Can't break in.), which was kicked-off by Larry Ellison personally at Comdex last November. Now U.K. security researcher David Litchfield says you can break in, thanks to at least seven different security holes in Oracle 9i, according to this SecurityFocus story. Oracle's top security manager is quoted as saying that "unbreakable" doesn't really mean unbreakable, or something."
Ok, here's an ontopic (ie, to the /. article) post that just happens to be attached to the infamous OT post. If this comment get's mod'd offtopic by editors and not users then we can postulate that assuming a responce to something deemed OT does not imply it (the responce) is also OT and there is a flaw in the script that is hitting all comments here.
Anyway, I found this article late, and that's why I'm posting here. I was thinking about the implications of the recent US ruling about liability of software makers for security vulerabilities. I am to a degree in favor of this type of thing as I think we need a little better accountability, however I fear what it may mean, and this Oracle issue is sort of in the spot light now with it. One can use pre/post conditions to their functions and one can then create a formal proof by dragging their post conditions across the code and see how this relates to the pre conditions. Similarly, methods exist to prove that a loop will end given certain conditions (ie the pre conditions). But, there is a fundamental concept of computer science, the halting problem, that says you can not use a computer to see if a program will run forever. Similarly I fear issues exist in proving that one piece of source both runs properly and is secure. Plus, a major issue of computer security is how computer software is used. This anticipation is discussed in this paper which I read recently and seems to have more interest given the recent changes in attitude towards security.
Wheeeee
I'm expecting Terry Pratchett to write a book about this any day now, it's right up his alley.
(I decided to post in this thread, even though it undoes all my moderation, as moderating appears to be a completely pointless action anymore.)
If corporations are people, aren't stockholders guilty of slavery?
What's even funnier is that they've started modding down on-topic posts in this thread, presumably to keep the parent from being seen.
If corporations are people, aren't stockholders guilty of slavery?
Let's see how quickly I get modded down...
Note to ACs: I usually delete AC replies without reading them. If you want to talk to me, log in.
Was I the only person who thought of the reprocutions of the meta-moderation?
Emagin lots and lots of users with the ability to kill someones chances of moderating with a fair/unfair rulling. I would not be suprised to see that meta-moderation was suspended till this thread is arcived.
Ascii artist &
Hrmmm...... If this was about Microsoft moderating a discussion like this, Slashdotters everwhere would be screaming blue murder..."typical M$ censorship/control/monopoly/rahrahrah"
This makes me wonder.
i was just thinking about the HOF.
this story still needs 832 more posts to hit the bottom of the HOF.
are you folks up to it?
how long before this story expires?
i'm also going to submit this story to The Register.
peace
here's a good link for .sigs and story submissions to other sites:
Bitscape's [User #7378] Lounge - Slashdot moderation controversy
- a primary focus on all things technical ("hard" technical stuff, not "this new cool gadget will be out real soon now! i want one!")
- frequent updates
- a good interface (nested view?)
- no moderation, or at least not an inherently broken one like
/. employs
- perhaps some kind of existing userbase
:)
?Must be, as he hasn't answered any of the people who replied to him on kuro5hin, even though many of us were civil, understanding and constructive. We're just supposed to be passive consumers of the Slashdot experience, oh, except when we're posting and providing the site with most of it's content. If we think something could be improved in the world of geekdom, we're supposed to go on at length about it, oh, unless of course it concerns Slashdot. We should all rally around the cause of Our Rights Online, protesting corporations, governments, industry associations and licenses that would silence us, except when the people silencing us are the editors at Slashdot.
You'd think they'd see the hypocrisy here. Word up, folks - they've gotten too 3L1+3 to relate to the lowly masses anymore. This site's not a community, it's a corporation. There's quite a few other web boards. Check them out, you'll be interested.
Maybe I should just go back to paying more attention to Usenet. It's still pretty decent and apart from a few groups, there's no damn moderators or editors.
I just thought I'd donate some of my (much limited) karma to the cause.
Here goes...
The Day Our Eyes Were Opened
I just thought I'd donate some of my (much limited) karma to the cause . . .
Here goes...
The Day Our Eyes Were Opened
It appears that there is a growing credibility gap precipitated by the actions of the editors. This could be the beginning of the end for /. unless the editors fess up and discuss the situation thoroughly and at length.
/. to act like they are the only game in town.
There are too many other fine newsites such as theregister.co.uk and kuro5shin.org for
Respectfully
An anonymous coward
Thanks. I already know about those sites and am a frequent user there, and while /. sorely needs), spoil it for me. If you take that away, there just isn't
I appreciate their value, it's still not what I'm looking for; too much politics
or, IMHO, (pseudo-)philosophical pondering and meta-discussions (which, ironically,
is what
much left that'll get me through the boring hours at home/work and where I feel
I'm learning something instead of just spending time.
... and don't meta-moderate either. If the editors want to have total control over moderation then let them have it. Perhaps when they get tired of having to do it all themselves, or tired of seeing most posts at 1 or 2, they'll realize that for moderation to work, first of all they need to trust their community's judgement. They need to other things as well, but that's the first step.
We're up to 453 moderations on the parent post now. Amazing.
Holy CRAP. You are one mega-modereated posted! 400+ mods on a single message? Yowsers!
They're STILL modding every post in this interesting thread down.
ok, so the topic has been hijacked - but I believe that anything that is obviously of so much interest to the posters automatically becomes on-topic. After all, isn't /. about the people who post here?
500 mods!!!! You did it!
I hope there are people keeping copies of this thread for posterity since Slashdot will erase it.
Amazing! From a moment ago, here's a celebratory quote of the even 500:
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=211, Flamebait=4, Troll=25, Redundant=3, Insightful=55, Interesting=120, Informative=29, Funny=7, Overrated=9, Underrated=37, Total=500
Slashdot editor chrisd has posted a comment on this. Also check the replies, they are interesting and insightful.
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=213, Flamebait=4, Troll=25, Redundant=3, Insightful=57, Interesting=120, Informative=29, Funny=7, Overrated=9, Underrated=37, Total=504.
I don't have a lot of karma but I can spare a little.
"Free software as in beer, copy protection as in racket" - Telsa Gwynne
Go to your user settings and set the modifier for Offtopic to +6. Suddenly everything in this thread is scored 5 Offtopic! It looks great! It looks as if the editor's great struggle to keep all this material modded down had suddenly been cancelled!
:-)
We should all do this, as a manifestation, so the editors will think again.
Yeah, I know. Fat chance that the editors would care, even if they did interpret it as a manifestation, which of course they wouldn't do, even if a large number of people changed the setting, which of course isn't too likely.
But it's worth doing anyway, because it looks great on your screen
2:30 AM ET and your post hasn't been thread slapped.... yet
Posting this info for posterity.
YES I've seen the typos. DON'T BARK
The negative mods have stopped.. suggestions number one?
The editors have stopped massively slamming down the entire thread. This looks like normal moderation, where different moderators have different opinions, and the changes don't happen all at the same time.
Could it be that the editors are beginning to understand something? After all these days it's possible, isn't it?
Even if they don't understand enough to put the subject on the front page, maybe there's at least some sort of rudimentary beginnings of understanding. Isn't that possible?
This sig needs improvement.
Well it has now ! 11:30 next morning.....
brrp. flup. wibble.
"Free software as in beer, copy protection as in racket" - Telsa Gwynne
CmdrTaco has created a discussion where you can post about this stuff on topic. please move your discussion there.
Moderators/Editors: if you mod me down, how will people know to stop posting here?
Your reference to the old /. poll would be a hell of a lot more relevant if it were asked today. There were only 1666 people voting in that poll. The 'Legend of the Rangers' poll from 1/19/2002 currently has over 13000 votes. When there were only a few thousand readers, a dozen moderators may have made sense, but with the tens of thousands of readers it becomes problematic just to set a number on them.
I do like the idea of meta moderation. I meta-moderate all the time (as well as moderate) and I find that on some days, all the moderation that I meta-moderate is downward. I usually follow my own meta-moderation rules of NOT meta-moderating posts that I would have responded too. It keeps me from meta-moderating based on the post rather than the original moderation.
I generally only moderate up since I find modding down to be a waste of points. It's just a personal preference of the moderator I guess.
Ummm, Jon, aren't you supposed to be dead...? - Otter(3800)
You don't think you were modded by someone who actually read your post and thought about it, do you?
It's been a couple days; I'm curious as to how much attention is still being paid to this thread. Will I be taking the three point karma hit? Will jamie decide to rip 150 points away in one fell swoop? Anyway, consider this my vote cast for "we need front page discussion on why the moderation system is broken and how to fix it". This thread is offtopic because there's no better place to put it, not because it didn't need to be said.
We had to set up an Oracle database recently. Works like a champ. It seemed pretty solid but big and it's unlikely that a pig like that will ever be totally unbreakable.
Pushin' 'n dealin', shovin' 'n stealin'
This is just a random +2 post.
Will it be modded down? Let's find out!
Slashdot is jumping the shark. I'm just driving the boat.
Just for the record...
Offtopic=248, Flamebait=4, Troll=26, Redundant=3, Insightful=65, Interesting=145, Informative=32, Funny=7, Overrated=11, Underrated=44, Total=585.
The Day Our Eyes Were Opened
Why is the parent off topic?
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=251, Flamebait=4, Troll=26, Redundant=3, Insightful=65, Interesting=145, Informative=32, Funny=8, Overrated=11, Underrated=44, Total=589.
This is insane
Well, the above got modded down to offtopic pretty damned fast.
we demand a recount
595 mod points spent, I wonder if editors are on both sides of this thing?
* Digging deep into the history of slashdot, I found this poll [slashdot.org], which clearly indicates the vast majority does NOT want the moderation we have here today. 'nuff said.
Actually, you found evidence that the people voting back then didn't like it; but only 1600 people voted on that poll.
And in the very next poll, only 20% don't like the proposed new system.
Feel free to use this information to your advantage.
But check it out first, because some of it is bullshit.
This whole thing is quite the shame.
Hey, editors! If your users are all off topic, is it they who are really off topic, or are you? At the very least you ought to give them some place to be on topic, if you want them to discuss it somewhere else. Otherwise we might all think that disucssion is not something you favor.
Even Slashdot wants to hide some things
It's at 633 mod points so far... When it reaches 666 I wonder if that will signal the apacolypse?
"Your superior intellect is no match for our puny weapons!"
Anyone interested in starting a pool on when the parent of this post hits 1000 mod points? I'd be in for a buck...
I meta-moderate most days of the week, however I have yet to see _any_ moderations on this entire thread pass my way. wtf ?
Are some moderations excluded from the meta-moderation system ?
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=272, Flamebait=4, Troll=26, Redundant=3, Insightful=72, Interesting=158, Informative=32, Funny=8, Overrated=11, Underrated=48, Total=634.
How long till we reach 1000 ?
"Free software as in beer, copy protection as in racket" - Telsa Gwynne
looks like this very issue is the feature... let em have it!
Hey, thanks for putting this together. However, on the topic of polls I would *much* rather have the current system instead of no moderation. Yes, its not perfect. Yes, there are great inconsistencies in the moderation. However, due to the volume of traffic and posts on here the moderation system is far superior to the alternative. I visit other flat sites with no moderation and read a bunch of crap posts. At least here I have a chance of an insightful comment rising out of the ashes. Anyway, you obviously put alot of work into getting this info together. Thanks again for doing that.
JOhn
Campaign for Liberty
What's the big deal? this is CLEARLY offtopic.
I just had this post in meta-moderation, modded up as Insightful. I left it blank. While we all know that the system is broken, I see no reason to abuse it by making bad meta-moderations, because it IS off-topic. I also M2'ed two mediocre comments that were posted early in a thread as unfair, because they were not insightful in any way. They were painfully obvious. Just because something is not bad does NOT make it good. If I got an ascii goatse that was modded down as redundant I would vote it unfair because it is not redundant, it is most likely off topic. There are labels, use them.
PS: Props to my two dead karma points. Its off-topic, but the use of a threadslap on a 6 day old thread is just recockulas.
I also M2'ed two mediocre comments that were posted early in a thread as unfair, because they were not insightful in any way. They were painfully obvious.
Now, wasn't that a little unfair? I'm always very generous in meta-moderation, and very rarely say that an upward moderation is unfair. After all, what these mediocre comments said may have been painfully obvious *to you*, but can never underestimate the knowledge level of the general Slashdot reading populace.
(if you think I'm being harsh, wait until a subject comes up that you know well -- as in the recent article about Ogg for me. There is so much crap and rubbish floating around, that even an obvious post is worth an up-mod.)
-- Help Digitise the Public Domain at DP.
for god's sake, people, it's just slashdot. flaws in their moderation system do not constitute a national crisis. i like a good troll as much as the next guy, but i don't start a goddamn crusade when i get modded down. if it really bothers you so badly, go post on one of the 50 million slashdot-alikes where the moderators don't smoke crack.
It's not your fucking website, therefore you can winge all you want. But at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter. If you don't like it then fuck off and go elsewhere. BTW, I've never had mod points, and have been moderated up and down. I may not agree with all of the moderation, but I live with it. Grow up.
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=309, Flamebait=4, Troll=27, Redundant=3, Insightful=81, Interesting=175, Informative=38, Funny=9, Overrated=11, Underrated=51, Total=708.
Wow... I salute you.
- Coward
Does anyone actually go by moderated posts?
Anyone familiar enough with slashdot would see that this is a majority-controlled kid community and would read through all posts, ignoring moderation, consuming information, disgarding information, and ignoring the community aspect of moderation.
Read through all. Moderation is worthless here.
you to speak? i'll bet that maturity is simply a fact of acquiring intelligence. intelligent people learn to explain rational thoughts without cursing. you're 15. your turn to grow up.
How can a critique of a MAJOR technology newsgroup be off topic - "news for nerds. stuiff that matters" - well if /. IS a major news/discussion service for nerds then critiqueing it IS on-topic. If /. matters (and something that causes the /. effect matters alright!) then a critique of it IS stuff that matters.
This is SOOOO on topic that the fact this hasn't been made a front page item shows that the editors are truely Anonyouse COWARDS
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=321, Flamebait=4, Troll=27, Redundant=5, Insightful=82, Interesting=183, Informative=41, Funny=10, Overrated=11, Underrated=52, Total=736.
This thread has been going for a week now! Keep it alive!
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=322, Flamebait=4, Troll=27, Redundant=5, Insightful=82, Interesting=183, Informative=41, Funny=10, Overrated=11, Underrated=52, Total=737.
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=324, Flamebait=4, Troll=27, Redundant=5, Insightful=83, Interesting=184, Informative=41, Funny=10, Overrated=11, Underrated=53, Total=742.
Who will get the last post before it gets archived?
Did you moderate this post up? You may never moderate again:
Moderators being banned en masse?
Burning karma is fun! Someone tell slashdot to stop censoring these posts. I can't believe they bitchslapped the thread so it automatically goes down, that's mega lame.
"I have not failed. I've simply found 10,000 ways that won't work." --Thomas Edison
Exactly. I read Nested, Oldest First, -1, Hidden Moderation. I have to wade through some crap, but I can skim, so it isn't really a problem.
Mostly I'm posting this to see if I've been unblocked.
Here goes.
Writers imply. Readers infer.
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=338, Flamebait=4, Troll=27, Redundant=5, Insightful=85, Interesting=189, Informative=46, Funny=10, Overrated=11, Underrated=55, Total=770.
797 moderations and more then 600 comments. Awsome stuff team.
Can we make it to 1,000 posts? Of course we can. Do us all a favour, troll this post today!
Moderation Totals: Offtopic=351, Flamebait=4, Troll=27, Redundant=5, Insightful=89, Interesting=195, Informative=48, Funny=10, Overrated=11, Underrated=57, Total=797
had been watching my mother's friend for many years. She was about 52 and
still had a great body that has been the envy of many of her friends. She still
had her looks and a very pretty face. A great ass, excellent tits and I had
always wondered what she looked like nude. Little did I know that I would get my
chance.
She called one day asking to help her move furniture around as she wanted to
steam clean her carpets in her living room. It was a cold day out, she was
wearing a sweater and sweatpants. We moved the recliner from one corner of the
room to the other and continued to move stuff from one side of the room to the
other. After about three hours, we were both in a dripping sweat and were glad
that the work was finally over. She asked if I would like a beer, which I gladly
accepted. I wasn't planning to stay for more than one, but I didn't have
anything planned that evening, so I also accepted her invitation for dinner. She
cooked a great meal and we sat on the sofa and had a few more beers when she
noticed that I was getting hard. She looked down at my cock, and blushed. She
said that she apparently hadn't tired me out enough. I told her that she still
has the power to get me hard. I had known her since I was a teenager and had
many a fantasy about her. She said that she didn't know that I had feelings for
her. I informed her that I had always had feelings where she was concerned. I
told her that I had wanted to make love to her for many years. She said that she
was an old lady and that no one would want her. I told her that I did, and would
be honored to give her love that night. Again, she looked down at my hardening
cock and said, "so I see". She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Both of
her children were grown and moved out and we had the house to ourselves. She
then told me to strip, which I did slowly. When I got down to my underware, she
stopped me and said this is where she takes over. I stood before her and allowed
her to proceed. She knelt before me and looked at my hard-on still trapped in my
shorts. She placed her mouth over the fabric and started to suck my cock though
my shorts. This about made me cum right there. Then she pulled my shorts down
and began to suck me slowly. I fell onto the mattress and stopped her before I
came. Then we stood up and I began to remove her clothes. She was everything
that I had dreampt about. I removed her sweater and found a beautiful set of
tits. I removed her bra and the nipples were errect and about the size of a half
dollar. She had a little tattoo on the right one. I never dreamed that she would
have a tattoo there, let alone anyplace else. Then I pulled her sweatpants down
and she didn't have any panties on. She had a great ass for a lady her age.
Still firm, no sag and a perfect clit. She even shaved it! Bald Pussy is the
very best to me. She said that I told her one night that bald pussy was great
and she said that it was a night that I was hitting on her because I was drunk.
I have a feeling that she was planning this all along.
I knelt before her and began to kiss her thighs. She pressed my head toward her
pussy. She smelled like sweat, which was fine by me. I would have sold my soul
to lick the sweat from her thighs. She let me do just that. Then my tongue found
it's way to her pussy. I told her to lay on the bed and we could do a 69. I
thought that she wouldn't go for that, but was surprised when she got on top to
initiate it. I proped my head up on some pillows to get a better shot at it. She
lowered herself onto my face and I lapped up her juices like an animal. She must
have came about ten times. In the meantime, she was giving my cock the loving
care that it had needed for sometime. I was in seventh heaven. Again, she
stopped before I came and turned and sat on my cock and rode me every so slowly.
I reached up and kneaded her tits and pinched the nipples and she moaned like a
cavewoman. She was cumming again and I was cumming for the first time that
night. She milked the cum out of my balls for what seemed like forever. We both
came and she laid on top of me, both of us soaked in sweat. She looked at me and
started to laugh. I asked what was funny. She said that she was living a fantasy
too. Apparently, she had wanted to make love to a younger man for a long time.
She had lots of men her own age, but always wanted one that was younger than
herself. I was flattered that she choose me for that. She then wanted to take a
shower. I asked if I could join her. She said, "I was hoping that you would! Get
your ass up and in here now, young man!" I couldn't wait to get in there to help
her get cleaned up.
The shower was great. We sucked and fucked some more in the shower and went back
to bed for more sex. This time, she told me what she wanted. She wanted me to
eat her out and to come on her tits so she could like it off.
Who am I to say no?
She had the whitest skin I had ever seen. And the blackest hair. The contrast was startling. And she was young, maybe twenty-five or -six. Too young, anyway, for me, deep in my forty-seventh year, to go legging after her. Besides, she was talking earnestly to Jimmy, the young computer whiz that occupied the desk just outside my office. If she's the girl he talks about all the time, I thought, lucky him. She was what is usually called "petite", about five-four or -five but with that straight-up posture that short people often have. Her hair, crow-black and thick, was cut in a pageboy style that I associate more with children, but on her, it was not childish. Her skin was milk-white and smooth; her features were regular, with a somewhat wider and more petulant mouth than it should have had. It added interest and sensuality to a face that would have been pretty but unremarkable otherwise. As she moved around to the side of Jimmy's desk, I couldn't help but notice the full swell of her bottom rounding out the summer print she was wearing. Her legs were bare, slender and looked strong. A wave of sad appreciation went through me. It's tough to have middle-age creep up on you; tougher at some times than at others. Whatever she was saying to Jimmy, it seemed serious. She had that kind of look on her face. I knew it was trouble when I saw Jimmy run his hands through his hair and shrug in an I-give-up gesture. Up to this point I hadn't heard so much as a word, office noise being what it is, but then Jimmy stood up, took her by the elbow and I heard him say, "C'mon, we'll go settle this now". She looked around to see if they were making a scene and I felt guilty when she caught me watching and held my eye for a second. I found something on my desk to be busy with, but glanced up in time to see her remove her arm from Jimmy's grasp as they went through the door. I hoped, for his sake, he wouldn't blow it.Ten minutes later, Jimmy came back with a scowl on his face, grabbed a folder and disappeared into the computer room, slamming the door behind him. Ah, yes, young love. I took an early lunch, about eleven-thirty, and went for my usual walk along the river promenade. I was surprised to see her sitting on a shady bench. She saw me so I nodded and smiled and continued up the walk to a shady spot of my own where I paused to look out at the water. "Excuse me." And there she was at my elbow. "I saw you in the office while ago. You're James Ross?" "Yes." "Jimmy's mentioned you; you're his boss aren't you?" It wasn't really a question. Her voice was surprisingly low and very clear; steady and even with no hint of stress. "I guess you could say that. I don't sign the checks, but I'm responsible for the office." "I'm Cindy McCarthy. Would you please do me a favor and take this to him when you go back?" She held out a key with a plastic tag on it. "It's an extra that I had in my car. I don't want to go back up there." "Yes, I'll be glad to." I thought she would turn and go, but she didn't; she just settled her arms on the rail and looked out across the river. "Tough day?" I asked. "Tough enough. I hate going through that sort of thing in front of people, but he's been avoiding it. He hasn't been back to the apartment for two days and I had to get it over with." "Well, the course of true love never did run smooth, they say." "It wasn't true love, it was just an arrangement that was great in the beginning and not so great later. We both know it but Jimmy doesn't like to lose anything so he was dragging his feet." Maybe it was the open and matter-of-fact way she had of talking about her private life to me, a complete stranger, that got me interested. Most people are reluctant to part with details, especially while the wounds are still fresh, but she had this no-nonsense, clear-minded line that told me she wouldn't spend much time looking back and wouldn't hurt much, if any. I was sure it wasn't bravado or pretense, this kid was the real thing. Poor Jimmy. "Is there anything you want me to tell Jimmy when I see him?" I asked. "Just tell him you ran into Cindy on your way back and she asked you to give him the key." Simple, no adornment. I was beginning to like her. She was completely refreshing and I didn't want her to get away. "I've got about half an hour left, would you like some coffee?" "Can I have fruit juice instead?" "Sure." I bought it at a small stand near the riverwalk and we drank it sitting at a wrought iron table in the shade by the river. Thinking about it now, I honestly don't know what I was thinking at the time. Certainly I had no idea that things would turn out the way they did --- wouldn't have believed it if I had thought of it. I think I just wanted to hang on to her company for a while, to listen to the straight talk that was a bit naive but genuinely honest. It's in short supply these days. The conversation moved easily from her just-ended relationship with Jimmy to other things, her college courses (she was in pre-law), my real estate venture (I had just rented out a town house in the suburbs and moved to an in-town apartment). The next thing I knew I was five minutes over the lunch period and I never want to set a bad example for the troops in the office. She reached around to retrieve her purse from the ground behind her chair and the stretch brought the hem of the little summer dress up a few inches. The underside of her thigh looked as smooth as cream. Then she straightened and the curtain descended. "Thanks for the juice," she said. She looked straight at me and I got the full force of her eyes for the first time. They were a clear gray and large under sweeping lashes. They gave you the idea that you could see clear inside her, that nothing was hidden from you. They were to have a powerful effect on me later. "Listen, thanks for giving Jimmy the key. It's been really nice talking to you." It was the sort of thing anybody would say to end a conversation, but she made it sound genuine. She held my eyes for a few seconds more, added a warm, wide smile and was gone. I thought about her a few times over the next two weeks, let my mind wander back to that afternoon and the easy way she had talked and been with me despite the difference in our ages. I had been a little stuffy at first, defensive about the age thing, but she didn't seem to notice either the stuffiness or the age. And always, there was that parting image, that long, level look and wide smile she gave me before she left. Had she been flirting or was I just wishing she had? Anyway, it was something nice to remember and I was doing my best, one day, to push it aside before it became a middle-age fantasy when the phone rang. "James Ross speaking." "Hi James -- Mr. Ross. It's Cindy McCarthy, remember?" "Oh, --- Yes, how are you. I mean, what can I do for you?" I was caught completely off guard and bumbled like a kid half her age. Before I could recover, she launched into an explanation. "My aunt bought me a membership in the Hollis Museum of Art and I want to go to the opening of an exhibit but I don't want to go alone because it's downtown and it will be late when it's over. How about meeting me there and taking me home later?" "Well, -- I -- uh, when? I mean what day?" "Tonight. Sorry. I know it's short notice. Feel free to say no if you want to. It's early, though, the doors open at six and the whole thing's over at ten. Free wine and cheese." She stopped talking and I tried hard to make my brain and mouth work at the same time. "Can you make it?" I decided to ignore the apparent contradiction about the hours and lateness. "Yeah, yeah, sure. That's The Hollis at six?" "More like six-fifteen if I hurry. I get off at six." "OK, then." "Great, see you there." The receiver clicked in my ear and she was gone again. I'm not usually a bumbler. In fact, I'm known in my own bailiwick as a pretty cool head in both business and personal relationships. But Cindy's call had caught me at the very moment that I was trying to tell myself to forget her and stop courting a mid-life crisis. The timing had been spooky. In any case, I was able to resume my usual confidence by the time I arrived at the museum a deliberate ten minutes late. She was waiting, dressed casually in jeans and a pale blue shirt. The exhibit turned out to be something called a "Double Retrospective" featuring the work of two local artists, now dead. One was a folk artist who painted in a primitive style on old pieces of barn siding, fence posts and even corrugated roofing; it left me cold. The other one was a photographer who had recorded life in the South and the Mid-west during the 'thirties and 'forties. That, I liked. When it was over, I drove Cindy to her apartment, one half of a duplex that had once been a single dwelling. It had been a fashionable neighborhood when it was built, had fallen into near-slum condition during the 'fifties and 'sixties, and was now being resurrected by urban pioneers and speculators. My own apartment was something like hers but bigger and in a slightly more up-scale area on the other side of downtown. "You better park here, there's never a place in front. It's only three houses down." She led me down the walk, up onto a large verandah-type porch and around to a side entrance where she unlocked a door leading into a hallway. "Come on in. I've got a couple of specials I've been saving." The specials turned out to be two cold bottles of very good English ale. "I'm sorry," she said as she brought them in, "I didn't even ask you if you drink beer." "I do, and this is a lot better than any beer. Thanks." She plopped down sideways in the center of the couch, one elbow on the back, her head on her knuckles and watched me while I drank. I sat on one end. "I thought it would help make the evening worthwhile for you." "Nonsense, I thoroughly enjoyed the exhibition --- well the photographs, anyway. I just hope I was an acceptable stand-in." She smiled, almost laughed, swallowed a drink of ale and said, "You weren't a stand-in. I didn't invite anyone else." She whisked some foam off of her upper lip with the pink tip of her tongue. Her eyes were sparkling now and I got the first whiff of mischief. She was not silly, but very much in possession of herself and the moment. Her smile was was warm, her gaze was even. "Do you always wait till the last minute to call your dates?" "I didn't want you to think about it. I was afraid you'd talk yourself out of it because you think I'm too young for you." "You mean you had this planned." "Yes. You're not angry, I hope." "No, just curious. Why me?" She tucked one leg under her and turned on the couch to face me. "Because you're tall, you're handsome and you're older." Those eyes again. My God, she was telling the truth, holding nothing back. There was no coy smile, no simpering, no cuteness of any kind. Just simple candor clear down to the bottom. I could feel myself sliding toward awkwardness again, so I attacked. "Older, eh. Did you think that was playing it safe?" "No. It's something I wanted to do. I want the experience of spending time -- of being with an older man." "And I got the honors. You don't know much about me. I might have terrible habits. I might mistreat women for fun and pleasure. I might take advantage of your inexperience. Hell, there are any number of melodramatic plots that you could be encouraging." "Those things could happen no matter who you were. Besides, I know you a little better than you think. Jimmy's told me a lot about you. He looks up to you in many ways." "I'm surprised. I've been kind of hard on him a few times." "Well, he needs it. He even likes it a little, I think. You know, he took me to the office once before, a couple of months ago. I saw you talking to two men in suits with briefcases in the hallway. They were listening and nodding. I thought then that you would be an interesting man to know." In other words, she wanted someone more mature than the self-important young Mr. Shepherd. It also occurred to me that she was probably tired of being treated like the sweet child she appeared to be. She was not a kid; she had surprised me all evening with her sophistication and self-possession. "Jimmy thinks of me as some sort of cheerleader, a continuation of his college days when he was tearing up the playing fields and the hearts of co-eds. He thought I'd always be there waiting when he got finished doing whatever he was doing and decided to come back. I think it's been kind of hard on him to find out how things are in the real world." "Well, don't you be too hard on him. He'll learn eventually." "I don't want to wait." That was her last chance to keep this on the level of a casual date. I lost my grip on my fatherly-advice pose. We locked eyes. Arms and lips followed with tongues not far behind. If I had had any misgivings about what was happening, they were melting fast in the heat of the moment. That first kiss was like opening the starting gates at the race track. Alarm bells rang and we were off! The next thing I knew, she was squirming into my lap with both her arms wrapped around my head and her tongue in my mouth. I leaned to my right and she went down on her back pulling me down on top of her. My left hand slid around to her breast. She gasped and took hold of it. "Wait." "What?" "I want to do something. I'll be right back." She slipped out from under me and disappeared into the bedroom. She was back in two minutes, the jeans and shirt replaced by a Chinese silk jacket that came down just below her bottom. "I'd just like to go a little slower now," she said. And the smile she added promised that nothing would be left out. "There's a robe on the bed if you would like to change." That certainly got rid of any lingering doubts. She had obviously planned more than just the date. I lost no time getting out of my clothes and into the robe, a black silk kimono-like affair, but definitely male. I was thankful for the time it gave me to get hold of myself. My pulse was racing with the thought of the gorgeous young woman waiting in the next room. I took a few deep breaths, relaxed my muscles and returned to the living room. The light had been dimmed, but I could still see well enough. Music was coming from the stereo in the corner, some sort of cool, easy jazz. She was on the opposite side of the room and I had my first full view of her legs beneath the lounging jacket, trim ankles, strong calves, full round thighs that looked much longer than her height would allow. I remember thinking how beautifully proportioned she was. The word "architecture" went through my mind. We came together in the middle of the room, neither of us hurrying, content to take our time now that the outcome was known. We danced a few slow steps, kissed, danced some more, kissed again and sank on to the sofa. She settled on my lap again where she seemed to like to be, kissing me deeply and gently. My hand went to her knee and started a slow, delicious slide up the outside of her leg. She pulled her lips away and smiled, put her hand on top of mine and pulled it around until it was between her thighs and pressed it tight. She was as soft as clouds, smooth as silk and her warmth traveled up my arm and spread through my chest. I glanced down and saw my hand buried between two voluptuous, ivory thighs. The flesh was deliciously warm and soft, pliant but firm. I slid my hand up and down to feel the velvet smoothness of them, ran my fingertips over them, watched them as she moved them provocatively together, held a handful of it, patted it, watched it jiggle and quiver as I slapped it a little harder. She mewed a little sound as I gripped the inside of one of them and felt deeply, massaging and kneading. She lifted her face to mine and with another warm, wet kiss, her hand slid inside the robe onto my chest and kneaded the muscle there. I was delirious with desire. I let my hand wander up and down her thighs, around to her pert little bottom, squeezing and kneading, feeling her heat, her legs moving under my hand in squirmy anticipation. I pushed between her thighs again and ran my fingertip over the dampness in her crotch. She surprised me then by pushing off my lap and standing up directly in front of me. She untied the sash on the jacket and it slid from her shoulders, down her arms and onto the floor. Except for a very brief, wispy excuse for a pair of panties she was nude. She posed frankly, her hands demurely behind her back, displaying two round, surprisingly full breasts just inches from my eyes. Not big, but the same luscious ivory color as the insides of her thighs, with a thin tracery of blue veins faintly visible and nipples that were sharp and hard and pink. Her waist was tiny and served to accent the sudden flare of her hips. I could see the dark shadow of jet-black hair through her panties. She settled back into my arms and lap with a sound like a cat's purr and a light in her eyes that promised everything that I could think of to want. After another long, slow kiss she showed me that the surprises were not over yet. She turned and lay on her stomach across my lap presenting me with a close view of that wonderful rear end that had captivated me in the office. I didn't catch on to the game until she looked over her shoulder, grinned and bit her lower lip in a mischievous way that tipped me off. I experimented with a light smack on that gorgeous rump. She took my other hand in hers and laid her face in my palm, kissing it. I'd known only one other girl who had liked this sort of fun. That had been in England twenty-five years ago and I had been too young to handle the situation with any sort of aplomb. I had been so flustered she finally gave up on me, called a cab, and left... I'd had a sense of failure about that encounter ever since. Cindy's breath came a little faster now. She looked up, smiled, wriggled a little in my lap to let me know I was on the right track. I smacked her again, harder this time and she yelped a tiny yelp. I started playing a slow, languorous rhythm on her bottom as she squirmed and mewed. Each stroke caused the flesh on her bottom and thighs to ripple and quiver. My blood raced as I watched her soft ivory flesh turn pink. She clutched greedily at me, urging me on. "Oh-h-h-h, that's good! I like that so much!!," she sobbed. I slapped her bottom a few more times, then slowly rotated my palm on the hot pink flesh, squeezing and feeling her soft, springy cheeks. She squeezed her legs tight together making a valentine of her delectable bottom and causing her pale white flesh to quiver deliciously at each slap. I decided to up the ante. I drew my arm up and sent it down with more force than before. It produced a sharp smack and caused her bottom flesh to quiver and shake and got me more heated up than I had been in years. I paused long enough to slip the panties down to her knees, then my strokes got harder and her face screwed up with the sharpness of it. Her milky-white bottom was laced with red hand prints. I let the next few fall on the backs of her thighs. She caught her breath and kicked a bit in surprise at the sudden change of target but controlled herself. Her fingers dug deep into the pillow she had beneath her head. "Harder," she said through a tight throat, and I picked up the pace and the force of the blows, letting them fall randomly on her beautiful, full round bottom and thighs. Each time my hand descended on her firm, gleaming, white flesh the slap was sharp and her cries were soft little sounds from behind clenched teeth. Then, quick as a cat, she was off my lap and on the floor between my knees. She tore open my robe and grabbed hold of my cock which was standing up iron hard. She looked at it for a minute with a smile of happy anticipation, tears running down her cheeks, her pretty, red lips trembling. Then she took it into her mouth with a sound like a soft growl. Her head went up and down several times in rapid succession, then she backed off until only the head was in her mouth. Her big, luminous eyes locked with mine and my senses swam. That pretty, innocent face, tear-streaked and pale, with my raging cock poised right on her lips is one of the most erotic sights in my memory. Her tongue came out and played slowly around the head, her eyes shone into mine. She held my balls in her hand and gently massaged them, feeling their weight and the texture of the sack that held them. She slid her mouth down and took one of them in and rolled it around, then let it slip slowly out and went after the other. She made delicious little sounds in her throat from time to time and the vibrations went right through me. She found her way back to my cock and her tongue played around the head and under the glans until I thought I couldn't stand any more. But I wasn't willing to be finished off so fast. I took charge. Holding her head between my hands, I rose to my feet. She came up on her knees, never letting me go, circling my thighs with her arms. She forced herself to a slower rhythm, thrusting her mouth down and backing off until she nearly left me, then down again. Each time I went deeper. I could feel her teeth, sharp and hard and exciting against my shaft. I looked down at her pale, white, tear-stained face framed in her deep black hair; our rhythm more rapid now. I fought the explosion I felt approaching and thought I had it beaten. She took my cock in her hand, held it resting on her lower lip and looked up at me with those incredible eyes; then, she pumped hard with her hand. It was more than I could take. I bucked with the effort. She plunged down on my cock again, wrapped her arms around my thighs and buttocks never taking her eyes off mine. Her nails dug in and her mouth went up and down in long, hungry sucks and I came and she held me and I came. Later, in bed, she lay with her head on my shoulder and her leg across mine. "Did you like me?" she asked. "Yes, very much," was all I could think of to say. I hadn't been asked that question in years. "And now, there is something I must do." I propped myself up on an elbow and looked down at her. The light from the street filtered through her curtains and showed me her face looking up at me, those incandescent eyes, wide, expectant, eager, thrilled with the uncertainty of what I was going to do. I silently stroked her thighs, inside and out, our gaze still locked to each other. She shuddered with anticipation and my hand slid slowly and purposely to her breast. I squeezed, feeling it deeply and completely. She began to slide her bottom around on the bed and make her little noises again. My hand drifted down and took a handful of her inner thigh and squeezed again; I wanted to feel her as deeply as I could, below the skin, into the flesh. And I wanted her to feel it that way, to know what I was doing. She rolled a little toward me as my hand traveled around to that perfect, soft, round bottom. I squeezed both cheeks, one at a time, hard enough to get a whimper, then moved quickly to the breast that I had left unattended. "Mustn't play favorites," I murmured. Her breath came out in a nervous little laugh that turned into a gasp as I lowered my head and took her nipple between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. I sucked in as much of her breast as I could and heard her sigh. Her hands were gripping my arms, the nails biting in. I gave her other breast the same treatment, then started the descent. My tongue made little circles on her stomach and ribs as I meandered down the landscape. Just below her navel, when I began to feel her bush with my chin, I stopped and moved to her thigh just above her knee. Slowly, I worked my way up, sucking in the soft flesh of her inner thighs, moving from one to the other, biting gently, kneading her breasts with my fingers. Her thighs were wet with anticipation and the sweet scent served to make me hurry, but I fought it down and took my time, determined to be in control. Her sounds had turned to moans now and she uttered a little wail as I spread her lips with my tongue and found her clit. I grasped her bottom in both hands and pushed my tongue deep inside her. Starting from far back each time, I brought it forward to lave her clit with the rough side. Her legs and hips were writhing in ecstasy, her hands gripped the old-fashioned, iron bedstead above her head. At last, I caught her clit between my lips and sucked and lashed it with my tongue. Her thighs tightened around my head and her hands grasped my hair. She heaved and twisted, and I had to hang on. Her stomach fluttered and she slowly began to settle back onto the sheets, her breath coming out in long, audible sighs. I moved up and entered her in one, clean, sliding motion, feeling her, tight and hot around me. She sucked in her breath and clung to me as if she were drowning, bucking her hips up and down with renewed fury. I braced myself on my hands and looked down at her. She opened her lovely eyes and for one moment everything stopped and we were suspended without time or space. Then it passed, she gripped me tighter and I forced her to the bed thrusting with a ferocity that brought us both to climax in a few seconds. We lay together, naked in the hot summer night. She moved closer, gently took my hand and pulled my arm around her. We talked for a while, low murmurs of the profound and the ridiculous, then we slept.
I thought being roommates would be easy. We are friends right? I was harder than
I thought. Seeing you each and every morning fresh out of bed is driving me
crazy. I wait until you leave each morning...
I go into your room and lay in your bed. I smell your sweet smell of sleep and
man. My hand automatically goes to my breasts.
My nipples are hard and standing out. I massage them smelling your pillow. I can
feel the juices running out of my pussy.
I reach down and feel the wetness. Just being where you lay makes me hot and
wild with desire. I slowly let my finger open my lips. My eyes roll back into my
head at the sensation.
I feel my clit hard and waiting for my touch. I touch it lightly and chills run
up my arms. My eyes are closed and I am seeing you over me. My hand goes further
down finding my vagina, hot, wet and ready for you.
My back arches up to meet my eager fingers. I am so into my game that I don't
hear the door open nor do I see you standing in the doorway of your room. I open
my eyes and see you standing beside the bed. I try to cover up but your hand
stops me. With a small shake of your head, I am still. With your eyes never
leaving mine, I see you slowly take off your clothes. I see your hard cock
straining against your jeans. At last you free your hard manhood for me to see.
I reach out and take you in my hand and slowly begin to stroke you back and
forth. I feel your hips meet my hand with every stroke. I gasp as I feel your
hand go to my hot pussy and you push my hand aside. Your finger slips easily
inside me as your thumb slowly massages my clit.
I hear you moan, "You just don't know Pam, you just don't know."
"Yes I do Jim, I really do." I feel the mattress give as you lay beside me,
pulling me into your arms. The kiss that follows leaves me breathless and I am
melting in your arms.
Your big strong hands grab my breasts and gently squeeze. I feel the wetness of
your mouth surround my nipples. I feel your mouth trailing kisses down my
stomach and I giggle as I feel your tongue dart in and out of my navel. Lower
and lower your mouth goes until you are between my legs.
You grab my leg and kiss the underside of my knee and the insides of my thighs.
I know what is coming next and I brace myself for the initial contact and hope I
don't scream outloud. At the first touch of your tongue on my pussy the world
stops and nothing exists except you and me.
You drive me crazy flicking your tongue on my clit. I feel your tongue go deep
into my pussy. My head is thrashing back and forth on the pillow. My eyes are
closed and my breath is coming in short gasps. You get faster on my clit cause
you know I am close. My orgasm is building harder and faster. Finally, I get my
relief and it seems to last forever. I am still shaking as you lift your head to
look at me. I give you a sheepish smile and you give me a knowing one in return.
I feel you sliding up my body until the head of your dick is teasing me. You
take it in your hand and rub it up and down my wetness. I try to arch toward you
but you shake your head. "You have been playing this game with me for weeks, now
it is MY turn." I hear you say. "You knew!?"
" I could smell you everytime I laid down and I did the same thing you were
doing every night." At that last statement, I grab the back of your neck and
pull your lips to mine. I put all the love I have for you into that kiss. All
the tenderness, caring and love that I have. You feel it too cause it's in your
eyes.
I reach between our bodies to take you in my hand. Softly back and forth I
stroke you. I put you at the entrance of my vagina. With one hard thrust, you
enter me smoothly and easily. Oh God, I have never been this full in my life. We
both are still to enjoy the initial contact.
Slowly at first you begin to move and I match mine to yours. My hands are on
your chest, your back, your ass. I can't keep them still. Your slow teasing
movements are driving me wild with desire for you. I beg you to bring me to my
orgasm and you smile with a shake of your head.
Your movements, in and out, are getting faster and I can hear you in your
pleasure. I know that being with me is pleasing you and that in itself makes me
smile. We stay like this for what seemed like forever until I hear your load
moan and I know you are also close.
I swear I can feel your dick swell inside me and explode. We both cum together.
You collapse on top of me and I hold you until we both can breath again. You
roll on your side taking me with you.
I feel your hands on my face and I have never felt this loved before. When I do
open my eyes there are tears there. You gently wipe them away and pull my head
to your chest. I wrap my arms around your chest and hold tightly. The love is
there and we can feel it but both of us are afraid to say it out loud. For now,
this is enough. For now, this will do. We fall asleep in each others arms and
sleep the peaceful sleep of 2 people in love
The evening began as a diner party between three couples at village 8 miles from
.I could sit still
home. Sharon and I went with our neighbours Ian and Diane, the men in DJ`s and
the girls in cocktail dress's. Sharon looked great in her blue dress, under
which I knew she had new G-string and suspenders. The dress offered her 34D tits
adequate support so she was braless. The food was good and the wine flowed. The
evening included lots of fun and games, including dancing with each other's
partners. The girls all looked great, and enjoyed the attention that the sexy
dresses and underwear attracted! The cameras came out and several pics were
taken of stocking tops! When we had the room to our selves I got super pic of
Sharon with her dress around her waist showing the black and red g string and
another of her bare bum.
The evening ended with Diana very drunk and she was put in the back of my car,
having decided not to wait for the taxi. Ian, her husband, got in beside her. As
Sharon said good bye to our hosts and went to get in beside me, but stopped
short and got in beside Ian. We then set off for home. Ian was ignoring his wife
and enjoying being squeezed in beside Sharon. It was clear to me that he was
soon sliding a hand under her dress and she was not objecting too much. With any
left-hand bend he moved closer, and with no objection from her he must have had
a hand well above her stocking top. I made a comment about would they like more
bends, Sharon giggled and he said yes? At the next bend he moved over and she
giggled again. I can only assume that at this point his hand had moved from her
bare thigh into her flimsy G-string. With his wife passed out beside him and me
in the front driving he must have had a mile or two with his hand in my wife's
knickers.
When we got home, Ian helped Diane in, and we went in to pay the sitter. Once
inside I asked had she enjoyed the journey but Sharon was not very forth coming
as I ran my hands over her stocking tops. Perhaps we should have invited him in
for coffee I suggested. Sharon said I wouldn't dare. I asked would she mind, as
now doubt Diane had passed out. I think her reply was one of if you want. So I
went across the drive, and knocked on Ian's door. He had changed into a
tracksuit having got his wife up stairs. He was surprised at my suggestion, but
was soon in our living room with a cup of coffee. He sat on one settee with
Sharon and I sat opposite on the other. The conversation got onto the photos
taken earlier; I declared that the film needed finishing. I pointed the camera
at Sharon who asked what I wanted. I suggested that perhaps one more stocking
top would be nice. With that she sat on the edge of the settee and pulled her
dress up to expose her bare thigh. Flash! Then Ian lent forward for a better
look, Sharon obliged by raising her dress further, and her new suspender belt
came into view with her flimsy g-string. Flash! He then unzipped the back of her
dress, which quickly fell away from her breasts. Flash! The look of shock on her
face was great but she made no attempt to cover her tits. He then pulled her
back onto the settee, placing a hand on her right tit. Flash!
When Sharon's dress fell to the floor she looked great in only G-string and
stockings. More photos were taken with each of us holding and dancing with her,
Ian taking every opportunity to hold or touch a 34D breast! Sharon was playing
along smiling and pouting her bare bum at the camera.
With Sharon in the middle of the Settee with a man on each side she didn't know
what to make of it. When hands began to enjoy her bare breasts, and each tit was
kissed, and with nipples like bullets, the point of no return had been reached.
I raised my head to see Sharon look to the ceiling, eyes half closed, biting her
bottom lip, as Ian continued to suck on her nipple. As his hand moved up the
inside of her thigh her legs parted and I watched as she allowed his fingers
access to her fanny. Moments later she lifted her bum to allow her g-string to
be removed, her lust for sex had washed away any concerns she had. Dressed in
only stockings and suspenders and with her legs parted her fanny was now visible
to our eyes; she looked gorgeous and very fuckable. His hand must have found a
very wet fanny as hers was reaching for his cock. I looked on as she freed his
cock and wrapped her hand around it She then moved herself and her head moved
towards his lap. Now nearly naked, she wrapped her lips around this new cock
with lustful enthusiasm. She slide off the settee and got between his legs and I
watched as her lips went up and down the length of his dick as it went fully
into her mouth, her cheeks depressed as she sucked eagerly at this new cock. She
turned her head side ways and looked at me as she held his cock, pulling his
foreskin back and ran her tongue around his bell end.
With her head in his lap sucking keenly on his cock I got behind her bare arse
and slipped my hand between her legs and found her fanny, it has probably never
been wetter or keener to take a cock. I could not resist, this beautiful bare
arse being pushed in my direction, so in went my cock. For the first time my
wife had a cock at from both ends at the same time. As I fucked her she
continued to suck and lick his cock. As I held her arse Ian looked down on this
mop of brown hair in his lap. Sharon was giving his cock the works, licking then
taking the whole of his dick into her mouth. With this amount of excitement I
did not last very long, and was soon giving her fanny the first filling of the
night.
As I sat on the settee Sharon rolled onto her back on our living room floor her
knees came up and parted, offering she to him to fuck. I watched as he got
between my wife's legs, moved forward, and entered her. For the first time I saw
another man fuck my wife. Ignoring me she wrapped her stockinged legs around him
as he fucked her. With obvious delight Ian was enjoying thrusting into her,
watching her tits move with each movement. I don't know how long I sat
mesmerised, as my wife lay on living room floor with another man between her
legs fucking her but they decided on a change, and he pulled out, and she got
onto her hands and knees. She arched her back and offered him her beautiful bum.
Moments later her tits swayed as her fucked her from behind
no longer, I got up and went to kneel in front of her, offering my cock to her.
She slipped her lips over my cock but it was not easy to suck my cock whilst
another was fucking her from behind so hard. Ian continued to hold her suspender
belt and slap into her arse, enjoying an unexpected end to the evening. Sharon
raised her head and I lowered mine. She moved forward to kiss me; we had the
best French kiss ever! Whilst we kissed deeply she continued to get fucked from
behind by our next-door neighbour. I raised my head to look Ian in the eye as he
moved back and forth, sliding his cock into my wanton wife. I could see she was
pushing her arse back to meet each thrust of his cock into her. He could delay
the point of coming no longer and held her arse firmly as she took the second
load of come into her fanny that night.
The next thing I recall is with Sharon on her side with one leg in the air as I
fucked her from behind. Ian was in front of her with his cock being held by her
as I thrust into her. I came yet again as he came over her tits. As we lay on
our living room floor with my wife naked between us he asked whether we had done
this before!
The last thing I remembered was seeing him to the door and us both turning
watching my wife go up stairs, with her dress in her arms, wearing only
stockings and suspenders, her beautiful bum for all to see.
He did of course want more of the same and did come back for more. Sharon did I
believe entertain him several times again but unfortunately they omitted to tell
me, but that as they say is another story.
Alright...here's to karma burn!
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Insightful. If I were to mod this post up (I agree with the
off-topics, it's a reply to a story about Oracle), I'd say it was
Insightful simply because it shows real thought based mostly in opinion.
If it was mostly stating facts and backing it up, or similar,
Interesting.
Help us build a better map!
"More moderator points are being used to mod posts down than up."
That could be indicative of nothing more than a low signal-to-noise ratio, which seems to be true of human society in general.
"Furthermore, when modding a post up, every moderator seems to follow previous moderators in their choices, even when it's not a particularly interesting or clever post."
You assume that all the points came from different moderators. A single moderator may just be burning off their mod points to get rid of them.
"There are a LOT more +5 posts than +3 or +4."
But are there more mod points spent on +5 posts than +3 or +4? Remember, a poster that gets modded up often gets a +1 bonus on their post. A poster that often gets modded up three times will already have a 2 point starting point.
"Logged in people are modded down faster than anonymous cowards."
Now you've flip-flopped. Where before you were talking about final score instead of points applied, here you're talking about points applied insead of final score. Logged-in posters tend to have a higher starting point (1 or 2) than ACs (0). You might want to take this into account before jumping to conclusions about moderators.
"A lot of the modded down posts are actually quite clever, funny, etc., and they are only modded down because they are offtopic."
It's been my impression that "Offtopic" means just that. Funny and clever are all well and good, but when you're looking for information and opinions it's more important that a post is in the proper category than it be funny or clever. The site's logo is "News for Nerds," not necesarily "Jokes for Nerts."
A post may very well warrant reading, but it belongs someplace else ("There's a place for everything and everything has its place."). For example, your post may be both interesting and informative, but it still has jack to do with Oracle and its security. People came here to read information about Oracle. If you wanted to target an audience interested in moderation debates, you've missed your audience by putting this post here.
Snowed In
I am 20 years old and I believe I live a charmed life. Not
only do I have no "real" responsibilities, I have the supreme
fortune to live with three beautiful women. I came to this
lucky state by pure chance. I answered a blind ad where three
people needed a fourth to share the expenses of a four bedroom
apartment. They did not disclose their gender in the ad and so
I applied. Had I known they were three gorgeous women I would
not have applied even though I would have fantasized about
applying. Surprisingly enough, none of my future roommates had
any problem whatsoever with the fact that I was a guy. I knew
then that I must be blessed. I moved in right away and have
lived here with them for almost a year now.
In order for you to understand my good fortune I should
describe my roommates to you. First is Kelly. She is a 5'10
statuesque blonde with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
Her hair is always hanging loose around her shoulders and when
she tosses her head to the side to see something, it just makes
me shudder. She is truly a woman who deserves to be worshipped.
Sandra is a little bit shorter and has brunette hair. Her
outstanding features has to be her 38d breasts. Often she walks
around the house with only a nightshirt on and no bra, letting
her breasts bounce about freely. If only she knew, which I think
she does, what this does to me. She is the most beautiful in the
morning when she does her exercises in front of the TV. The
sight of those breasts hanging down when she bends over gives me
an erection every day. Carla is the black haired beauty of the
house. Even though her breasts are quite small, (about
apple-sized) they are enough for me. However her outstanding
characteristic is her ample, shapely ass. I find myself watching
her for hours as she bends down to pick up the laundry, or does
leg lifts with Sandra in front of the TV. One day I saw her
sunbathing on our back porch in a thong bikini. I almost creamed
in my pants right there.
Now I don't want anyone to get the impression that it is all
sweetness and light at my house either. Despite having plenty to
look at all of the time all three girls are fully occupied with
social lives of their own. Many nights I will hear Kelly
receiving a good old fashioned banging from her very lucky
boyfriend. I am filled with envy and usually put myself to sleep
by choking the old chicken. Even though I have over time
developed crushes on all three of my roommates nothing ever came
of it. I was more like a little brother than a romantic interest
to them. I am not unattractive and they would often tease me
about my ass when I wear my gym shorts that are too tight. I
know though that problem was I was too close, too familiar. I
was an old shoe and shoulder to cry on and ready made movie or
dinner partner, nothing else. Or so I thought!
Living this close to such beauty and not being able to
partake of it is similar to a starving man working at Mcdonalds
yet not ever being able to take a lunch break. I dated plenty of
other girls but over and over, but I could not get these girls
out of my mind. Finally one night all of my fantasies came true,
sort of. The sort of you will understand when I tell you what
happened.
It was a Friday afternoon about 4:00 p.m. and snowing to
beat the band. The governor had come on the radio and announced
that anyone who was on the road without snow chains would be
ticketed for reckless driving. I got home early from work and
was alone in the house. I had not been there 15 minutes when the
phone rang. It was Carla.
"Steve" she said. In case I had not mentioned it my name is
Steve. "Steve, the roads are a mess and my car won't start. I
was supposed to pick Kelly and Sandra up from class this
afternoon but now I can't. Can you come and pick us all up?"
"Sure" I replied. Being from Buffalo New York snow never
bothered me. "As long as I can see over the front of the car
its nothing but a little flurry fit" I said chuckling. I got
suited up in my boots and calfskin jacket and hit the roads.
Even though I had lots of experience driving in the snow I had to
admit this was a bad storm! There were cars all over the road
and in the ditches and when I arrived at the mall where Carla
worked she was pacing back and forth with that worried mother
look she often gets.
"Thank God! I was beginning to get worried!" she said as she
kissed me right on the mouth. This startled me a bit but my cock
began to stir in my shorts telling me I had nothing to fear. "I
hope Sandra and Kelly are all right." she continued, visibly
shaking from fright.
"Calm down Carla, Stevie is here and all will be OK." I said
confidently. She just laid her head on my shoulder and clutched
tightly to my right arm. We drove the few miles remaining to the
local college where Kelly and Sandra are studying nursing. There
wasn't a single car in the whole parking lot when we arrived.
From the reaction that Kelly and Sandra gave us when we pulled up
I guess they thought we had been killed. "Thank God,Thank God!"
they kept saying over and over when the got in the car. All of
the girls sat up front with me and watched the road so intently
as we drove home that I thought their eyes were going to pop
right out of their heads. All of the girls, and myself I have to
admit, were extremely relieved when we pulled into my parking
space back at the apartment.
"Well" said Kelly, "I guess this is going to be an inhouse
weekend. Lets fix popcorn and start a fire in the fireplace."
Everyone seemed to think this was a good idea. I went out back
to the woodpile that is provided by the landlord for the tenants
and gathered up some wood. After a few trips back and forth I
had enough wood for the entire weekend. After I got back in I
took a shower as the girls prepared dinner. Luckily for us we
had just gone to the store the day before so we had plenty of
food. The girls did a marvelous job with dinner. We had my
favorite; beef Wellington, asparagus with hollandaise sauce and
Caesar salad. After doing the dishes we all went into the living
room to watch a little TV. About five minutes into the movie we
were watching the lights flickered a few times and went out. We
had lost power.
We all stumbled around in the dark and finally found some
flashlights and a box of candles. "Its a good thing we bought
all of those candles the other week." Carla remarked. To
conserve head we closed off all of the doors leading out of the
living room and I stoked up the fire. Even though we did not
have any heat the room was toasty warm from the fire and since I
had the foresight to bring up all of the wood we would need for
the weekend we were actually in pretty good shape. We sat around
the fire talking for about an hour or so and I was considering
how lucky I was. Here I was snowbound with 3 gorgeous women in
this romantic setting, it was heaven. After a while we all began
to get bored so when Sandra suggested we play monopoly everyone
jumped at the idea. I went out into the kitchen and got the
monopoly set and a couple half gallons of wine and some wine
glasses. The girls seemed to appreciate my thinking of bringing
wine.
After about an hour of playing monopoly everyone was down to
very little money left. No one seemed to care either because
everyone also was on the fast path to inebriation from all of the
wine we were drinking. Sandra then suggested we play for higher
stakes.
"This game is getting a little boring, how about making it a
little more interesting? Lets play strip monopoly!" she said.
My cock began to stir like some dog that hears the can opener
running. Strip monopoly, YEAH!, I'll be snowbound in a apartment
the whole weekend with a bunch of drunken, naked, beautiful
women. Oh but the others won't go for it I thought.
Surprisingly they all seemed to like the idea. This was it, my
fantasy is coming true before my very eyes I thought.
We then laid out the rules. Every time you pass go you may
put two articles of clothing back on or take your $200. If you
land on a piece of property with one house you have to remove one
article of clothing, two houses = 2 articles and so on. If you
land on a hotel you have to take off 5 articles, Two hotels and
you have to strip completely naked no matter how many articles of
clothing you have on. The final rule was the kicker. If you are
naked and land on a hotel you have to submit to one hour of any
activity the group decides. Everyone agreed to the rules and we
began to play.
This time the game was definitely not boring. The first
time out Sandra landed on my Oriental Ave. with its two houses.
"Take it off, take it off" we all chanted. Sandra rose to her
feet and began to remove her thigh high boots. She had no socks
on underneath so she only had her jeans, shirt and any underwear
she might be wearing. I thought to myself, "If I had known this
was what we were going to be doing tonight I would have worn more
clothing!". I only had my tee-shirt,jockeys and jeans on. I was
not wearing any socks or shoes.
It was my turn next. I rolled an 8 and got landed on Ventnor
Ave. This was Carla's property and she too had two houses on it.
This was not how I had wanted the game to go, they were supposed
to be getting naked not me, but I knew if I wanted to see any
flesh I would have to submit. Reluctantly I pulled off my tee-
shirt and my jeans leaving me in only my briefs. The girls all
whistled and hooted when I removed my jeans and I turned about
four shades of red when I realized that my erection was so
apparent. "Steve seems to be enjoying the game, don't you think
so girls?" giggles Carla. I sat back down trying to hide my
erection from them. It was a hopeless endeavor.
Kelly was next and rolled a four. "Ooooh what luck!" we all
yelled as she landed on chance. She red the card out loud.
Advance to Pennsylvania Ave. Her luck kept getting better and
better, she owned the other two properties and this made the
third. She sarcastically remarked "Ummm , I think I'll buy it!
Oh and give me two hotels while you are at it." The game was
getting interesting now.
Carla's turn was up and she rolled a four thus passing go
and since she had not lost any clothing yet she collected her
$200. She landed on Baltic ave. which she already owned so we
would have to wait to see her strip. It was Sandra's turn now
and she rolled a twelve landing on New York ave. "Great" I
thought, "Carla has two houses there".
"Pay up Sandra" Carla taunted. Sandra face flushed with
embarrassment. She slowly slipped out of her jeans revealing her
perfectly shaped legs and the skimpiest french cut panties
imaginable. She hesitated as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt
and said "Here goes nothing!". She quickly lifted up her shirt
thus exposing her beautiful breasts for the first time this
evening. The bounced and jiggled as she struggled to get her
shirt over the top of her head. She then tried to cover herself
as well as possible and sat back down.
I nervously shook the dice in my hand. If I wanted to
maintain my modesty I couldn't land on anything. I rolled and
held my breath. "Perfect!" I exclaimed as I landed on free
parking. I was safe for now. The girls all seemed very
disappointed. Carla looked over at me a licked her lips very
seductively and whispered in my ear "You will be naked soon!".
I did not think it was possible but my erection just got harder.
"OK Kelly, you're up " I said. Kelly closed her eyes and
rolled. I had two hotels on Park Place and one on Boardwalk.
She landed on Boardwalk. "YES! Time to show some skin Kelly!" I
yelled. Since she landed on Boardwalk and there was a hotel
there she had to remove five articles of clothing. "Come on
guys" she begged. "Ill be naked!". The other girls tried to
talk me into allowing her to only strip to her panties but I
would not relent. Rules were rules after all. Half angrily she
stood up and started to unbutton her blouse. Her nipples were
clearly erect through her extremely sheer bra she was wearing.
Next she dropped her skirt to the floor. This left her standing
with only her pink panties on. I noticed that there was a wet
stain right at the crotch. She blushed when she saw me staring
at her and I reflexively turned away. Carefully she rolled her
panties down her leg being careful to keep her muff hidden from
my sight. When they reached her foot she very sexily kicked them
off and right onto my face. "Hope you enjoy the view Steve" she
said lustily as I drank in the scent of her panties lying on my
nose.
Carla grabbed the dice and rolled. We all groaned in
disbelief as she triumphantly moved to Reading Railroad. "I
can't believe the luck your having!" Kelly exclaimed. I am
sitting here completely naked and you haven't even taken off your
shoes yet. Carla just shrugged and laughed and passed the dice
back to Sandra.
Sandra was sweating now. She was down to only her panties
and had a lot of area to cover before she passed go. She rolled
and landed on Marvin Gardens. Luckily for her she already owned
that and she proceeded to place two more houses there. She
passed the dice back to me. Now it was my turn to sweat. The
only properties I did not own on this side of the board were the
yellow ones, which included Marvin Gardens and the Green ones.
If I could just get past those two areas I would be home free. I
held my breath and rolled. "ALL RIGHT!" all of the girls yelled.
I looked down and realized I landed on Marvin Gardens. "STRIP!
STRIP! STRIP!" they began to chant and from the look on Kelly's
face I knew I would receive no breaks. "Well" I said "Here
goes!" and quickly dropped my drawers. I scrambled to get my
shorts off as fast as possible so I could cover myself but they
got tangled around my legs. The girls giggled and laughed and
made lewd remarks. "Ummmm, nice equipment you have there Stevie
boy" Carla said. I was ablaze with shame.
Kelly rolled next and landed on just visiting in jail. She
forwent her $200 and put her panties and bra back on. "Ohh" I
said disappointedly "I really enjoyed seeing you naked!"
"Same goes for me" she answered giving me a wink.
OK Carla, its about time your luck runs out. She rolled and
landed on Rhode Island avenue, owned by Kelly and with a nice big
hotel on it. "Finally!" Sandra gasped. Carla stood up and
removed her sweater, boots and socks.
"Why do I get the feeling that Carla was better prepared
then us?" Kelly asked. We all laughed. Sandra was up again and
nervously rolled a four. Good luck for her! She landed in jail
and even though she did not get to put any clothing back on, she
did not have to lose anymore either. All eyes now peered at me!
I felt fairly confident I would make it to go, after all I would
have to roll a 2,4 or 5 in order to be in trouble. I confidently
rolled the dice and gasped out loud when I saw the results.
"SNAKE EYES! YEAH!!!!!" Kelly screamed. "You know what that
means don't you?" . I did but was temporarily speechless. That
put me on Pennsylvania ave. with two hotels!!! I would now have
to submit to one hour of any activity they decided. "Come on
girls, uh, give me a break" I pleaded.
Kelly shot my own words right back at me "Rules are rules,
remember Steve?" The girls all formed a huddle and began to
whisper amongst themselves. All of a sudden they started
giggling and turned to me and said "Its decided! You will be
tickled non-stop for the next hour." The look on my face must
have given away my feelings because they all started laughing.
"Now, lets get out the couch bed and Sandra you go upstairs and
get some of my robe ties" Kelly instructed. I reluctantly lay
down on the bed. Kelly came back downstairs with the ties and
they began to tie my legs to either side of the cot. I covered
my nakedness with my free hands for as long as I could but they
eventually forced my hands free and tied them to both sides of
the couch.
Here I was, completely naked and tied spread-eagle to the
couch bed. My cock stood completely rigid and at an almost
perfect right angle. I was so ashamed yet turned on at the same
time. After a few moments they began their attacks. Carla took
her long talons and raked them over the soles of my feet
relentlessly. Kelly slowly tickled me under my arm pits and
Sandra drew lazy circles on my balls. I put up a brave front for
about ten minutes but then I cracked. "HAHAHAHAHAHA, PLEEEASE
STOPPPPPPPP" I screamed. The girls seemed to only be more turned
on by this and dug in harder. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I pleaded but
nothing. As I twisted and turned in frustration and torment I
noticed Kelly removing the rest of her clothes. Then she went
back to teasing me and Carla stripped bare and then Sandra kicked
off her panties. Apart from the torment this was a dream come
true. I was surrounded by gorgeous naked women who were visibly
turned on and horny. After 20 minutes they stopped and let me
catch my breath.
Kelly said " I am so turned on! Tell you what we are going
to do, as long as you are tied and tickled you can have all of
us, but the second you make us stop, we stop, and get dressed
again."
"What!" I asked. "What are you talking about?"
Carla interrupted me and said "You see, we all were
talking about this fetish we all have. We all have had this
desire to torment a handsome man while he satisfies us one by
one. We never thought you would be into that sort of thing so we
never brought it up before. But now we have you naked and bound
before us, and we are going to use you as you have never been
used before!" I had mixed emotions. Yes, it was true, I wanted
them BAD! And by bad I mean real bad! I had a hard on that was
like steel. It was beginning to be painful it was so hard. And
the thought of having sex with all of these goddesses was like my
wildest fantasy come true! But the price they were asking. The
only way I could have sex with them is if they had me tied down
and were tickling me. I had no choice, I had to have sex! Right
then! Right now!
"I agree, I agree!" I panted "Just let me cum soon. I can't
take much more of thisssss ahahahahaaha". They started tickling
me again. As I squirmed and laughed, Sandra climbed up on my
face and rode my tongue like a rodeo rider. My uncontrollable
hysterics and frantic thrashings had her orgasmed in no time.
Kelly was next and then Carla.
Sandra by this time had recovered and rode my aching prick.
The mixture of torment and pleasure was too much. After a few
minutes I shot my load deep within her. She exhaustedly rolled
off of me. We all lay on the cot, a huge mass of sweating,
panting, heaving flesh. Sandra laid between my legs and Carla
and Kelly on either side of my chest. "Stevie" Carla said
sweetly "Your hour is not up yet!". Suddenly they all leapt up
and attacked my sensitive body parts again. Feet, armpits,
testicles all were tickled and I began to beg for mercy to no
avail.
Every since that night the girls and I have set aside one
night for inhouse fun. Yes, I truly am a fortunate man but I got
to run now, they get real vengeful if I am late. Bye.
This is my contribution to this thread. I hope "a user" bitchslaps me, I am aching for it.
In the name of the Fonz, I claim this post for tha HAPPY DAYZ KREW. I am Donny Most, TV's beloved RALPH MALPH ALPHA, and I hearby officially declare this thread open for discussion and moderation.
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I'd just like to anonymously chip in to this oh-so infamous thread.
/. moderation is perfectly epitomized by what was done to this very thread. This is what I like to call the offtopic conundrum.
/. would then get another little widget to mess with in their user configuration areas. They get to choose how (and if) they see these tangents. They may choose to block them entirely, or they may choose to view them normally (although they'd still have a little logo saying "Tangent" somewhere on them). That, or they may choose to modify the score of them. For example, you could choose to view all tangents at -1. If you combine that with a threshold of 4, that means the only tangents you'll ever see jump out on a fully developed story are those scored 5, which modded will be 4 to your perception. So, you'll get the news straight most of the time, and if there is particularly great tangent happening you'll see it as well.
/. (i.e. the people who work there), but I admit I'm not in a huge rush, and I'm so busy doing so many other things at the moment. When I get some free time I'll do it, I swear.
My two cents: one of the biggest problems in
You see, it is very true that this whole massive troll conversation has nothing to do with Oracle. However, it obviously interested a lot of people. The tons of moderation for it and the mountains of replies illustrate that.
So, what is the solution? Well, whenever you post a comment you see a couple little checkboxes you can check (assuming you're logged in I suppose). If you're logged in a happy posts-start-at-a-score-of-2 account like mine, you'll see two of them. One says "No Score +! Bonus", and one of them (the one I'm checking right now) says "Post Anonymously".
I suggest adding a third. This third box would say simply "Tangent".
And what would tangents do? Well first off, they would be entirely immune to being modded as "offtopic". They can still potentially be overrated, flamebait, or trolls but they cannot be offtopic. Of course they can also potentially be underrated, insightful, interesting or informative.
Now, each and every user of
And that's my two cents. I'll likely try to formalize this idea, draft it in some sort of nice essay, and send it over to some people who actually can change things at
Or if you're actually interested by this idea, you can take it and run! Formalize it yourself, maybe even tweak it if you think you can improve it, and try to get support for it. Tell other people. Petition to the editors.
Or don't. Whatever. See if I care.
The parent was nothing more than a troll. The problem is that slashdot has not had a good troll for the past 2 years, and when one finally emerges, everyone goes crazy!
Jesus Christ, what a dipshit. Do you think anybody cares about your "investigation?" Do you think most people who read this site actually spend time worrying about the moderation? If good posts are moderated down, read at a fucking lower level. If bad posts are moderated up, well whoop-de-fucking-do. If this site is a big goddamn waste of your time, start your own site... and post whatever the fuck you want on it. Slashdot is so popular because people enjoy reading it, no matter how trivial you find its stories. Only worthless pieces of shit like yourself actually take their time to bitch and moan about something that most people either a) like, or b) don't give a rat's ass about. Laughable! Ha!
Damn boy, you fine. Me so horny.
Hey - was that an Emu? Hmmmm...
Nobody gives a fuck about what you post, ya fellow luser AC. So why don't you just fuck the shut up and die?
Hey - was than an emu? Hmmmm....
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No. Seriously now.
I am Sparticus.
THIS STORY WILL BE ARCHIVED ON FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 1ST, AT MIDNIGHT.
that's how long you've got to get Spartacus into the hall of fame.
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Moderate this post up and the Editors will ban you.
Once you've been banned, you no longer determine whether Editor Moderation is fair.
Until it times out, The Editors Have Spoken.
I am Spartacus.
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Timestamp - UTC 2002-01-30 19:20:42.046
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Hey - was that an emu? Hmmm.
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