RED Tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and enjoy sex in every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is lighted, it may take hours to extinguish. When two Reds get together, the ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterley blush. Lovers of Red tend to be the aggressors and weaker colours should beware!
YELLOW If you tend to favour Yellow your sexual drivers are complex and lean toward the adaptable. The favourite colour of homosexuals is Yellow! No don't panic - not everyone who wears Yellow is gay. In most cases the person will acquiesce to the stronger partner's desires in a passive manner. You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn down an invitation from someone you enjoy or admire.
PURPLE Lovers of the colour Purple frequently consider themselves too regal for a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes are the type who hate to muss their hair. Men are business-like in their approach to lovemaking. In both sexes, Purple partners are more concerned with their fulfilment than anyone else's gratification.
BLACK Black colour preferences point to Black sex. These people are the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and often perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that many sex offenders prefer the colour Black. And it is no coincidence that the uniform of monsters and teenaged gangs is Black attire.
GREEN Those who prefer Green are fresh and innocent in their approach to sex. Women who love Green will make love like virgins all of their life. And a man may always be a trifle clumsy and awkward, but in a charming and endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If chosen as a mate, one will never need worry about infidelity.
PINK Persons who like Pink show a reluctance to mature in sexual matters. Women tend to tease; to promise more than they intend to deliver. In some cases, they flaunt their femininity - but because they secretly hate men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire lingerie wardrobes in Pink. Men who like Pink are philanderers and flirts. They are the type who will take three dates for the same evening and not keep one; preferring to pick up a dish in some bar, instead. Women whose husbands like Pink should keep a secret nest egg for when they are deserted. Pink indicates a tendency to squander money. ORANGE People who favour Orange tend to have sexual fantasies. The sex act is regarded as a dramatic role, a one-act play in which they are the star. Foreplay is as important as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings; meaningless dialogue they feel fits their image. Orange people often do not experience orgasm, but they put on a darn good act. Men tend to pull their partner's hair and women leave red welts on their sex partners back. But the bruises and the ballyhoo add up to nothing.
BROWN If you love Brown, you are a real treasure for the right mate. Brown lovers tend to be warm and deep. Sensitive to the needs and desires of their partners. Sex is a 24-hour a day thing to them. They can't say "I Love You" often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain or catching snowflakes on their tongue is a turn on to a lover of Brown. They need lots of time and privacy to make love. But their emotions are such that one harsh word could end the affair.
GRAY The colour Gray is preferred by people who are indecisive. They can't get excited about anything - including colours - so they choose a noncommittal shade. Men who prefer Gray look at sex as a means of relieving tension, (nothing more, nothing less). It's wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Women who prefer Gray don't make love, they have intercourse. And for one of two reasons, to accommodate their mate or to become pregnant. They count the cracks in the bedroom plaster until the sex act is over with and done. When a Gray marries another Gray, the marriage is made in heaven. But when teamed with another colour, the Gray spouse considers the colour's infidelity a blessing.
BLUE Lovers of Blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sincere, affectionate and sensitive to their partners needs. They consider lovemaking a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love Blue are like concert pianists; delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in the Blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting partners, but their passion might be compared to tidal waves rather than fiery aggression. Both men and women enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of love-making as much as the sex act itself. In marriage, a Blue person is a wonderful mate - never failing to please the spouse and never seeking outside interests.
WHITE If a person in infatuated with White, sex often seems dirty. These people are puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make love in daylight in unheard of. Women who love White will undress beneath the covers. Men will shower before and after the sex act. These people will use pet names for their genitals.
When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in the summer there.
My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck. "Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?"
Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses court, missey."
This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you ever seen people do it?"
"No," I mumbled, "of course not."
"Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would you like to see it?"
This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness this with my own eyes.
* * *
The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself.
Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread some hay over us to hide us.
Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that, he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it. She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it.
As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle below us was making me more and more excited.
Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into her.
The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was that Inga was still being fucked, still coming.
Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own.
His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it, and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me.
Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed. As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me, he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced himself deep inside of me.
Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive tool.
* * *
My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether regions.
One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand, leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often.
After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased.
"Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the gardening shed?"
He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards. "What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be forced to tell my uncle!"
"Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and your skin is so smooth and soft!"
"I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at all proper."
"Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny.
"But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I said, as he found my love button.
He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am, I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and began licking and kissing my cunny.
"Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood. In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me.
His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon. His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly lacking.
As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power of my uncle's tool.
I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much better off staying with Aboab.
* * *
While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls, Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar (my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them in the house).
One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden.
I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush. Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden.
"There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile, now!"
"I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when you squeezed my buns during dinner?"
"Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora noticed."
"Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that, he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh, sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which she did with wild abandon.
"Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!"
She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not help myself.
Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the task.
Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle.
I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy. My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood.
Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back into the bushes, so as not to be caught.
* * *
Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her bed chatting away.
As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it. Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly has a lot more hair than mine."
"Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will have as much hair as mine, soon enough."
"I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and gently licked her.
"You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room.
Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly lapped up.
"That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me, precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?"
"Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. .."
* * *
The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not risen yet, and it was quite dark.
I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was planning to do to me.
"Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you sure you want to be here?"
I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him, rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on the ground.
I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me. I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh, oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than ever!"
Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into me.
It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against yeilding flesh.
Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in the feeling of his hot cum filling me.
I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs.
When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in the summer there.
My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck. "Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?"
Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses court, missey."
This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you ever seen people do it?"
"No," I mumbled, "of course not."
"Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would you like to see it?"
This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness this with my own eyes.
* * *
The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself.
Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread some hay over us to hide us.
Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that, he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it. She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it.
As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle below us was making me more and more excited.
Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into her.
The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was that Inga was still being fucked, still coming.
Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own.
His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it, and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me.
Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed. As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me, he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced himself deep inside of me.
Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive tool.
* * *
My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether regions.
One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand, leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often.
After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased.
"Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the gardening shed?"
He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards. "What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be forced to tell my uncle!"
"Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and your skin is so smooth and soft!"
"I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at all proper."
"Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny.
"But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I said, as he found my love button.
He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am, I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and began licking and kissing my cunny.
"Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood. In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me.
His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon. His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly lacking.
As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power of my uncle's tool.
I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much better off staying with Aboab.
* * *
While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls, Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar (my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them in the house).
One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden.
I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush. Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden.
"There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile, now!"
"I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when you squeezed my buns during dinner?"
"Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora noticed."
"Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that, he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh, sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which she did with wild abandon.
"Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!"
She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not help myself.
Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the task.
Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle.
I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy. My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood.
Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back into the bushes, so as not to be caught.
* * *
Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her bed chatting away.
As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it. Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly has a lot more hair than mine."
"Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will have as much hair as mine, soon enough."
"I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and gently licked her.
"You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room.
Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly lapped up.
"That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me, precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?"
"Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. .."
* * *
The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not risen yet, and it was quite dark.
I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was planning to do to me.
"Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you sure you want to be here?"
I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him, rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on the ground.
I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me. I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh, oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than ever!"
Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into me.
It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against yeilding flesh.
Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in the feeling of his hot cum filling me.
I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs.
Since the beginning of time, men have been plagued with cold-nosed women who simply refused to put out. Well, it was not long before man realized the value of Rosey Palm and her five sisters. Men really liked ole' Rose, but she lacked that lubricating wetness that provided for mind blowing orgasms that pussy could secrete. So those men got to thinking: A pussy is a pussy, no matter what the species.. So began the age of Beastiality. Unfortunately, fucking animals gave rise to new diseases, like syphilus. So when the rubber was finally invented, men could not only beast-fuck without the worry of infecting their shlongs, they could also fuck the dead ones.
Now, with the arrival of AIDS, women are especially stingy with their snatches. I hope this guide will be helpful to men & women both.
1. FINDING AN ANIMAL Make sure the animal's cunt is big enough to fit you dick! You haven't felt pain until you've had a donkey crack your nads! Suggested animals- Sheep, cow, horse (if your over 6'), pig. Just go out in the country if you live in the city, or the zoo if you have no wheels.
2. FOREPLAY Animals have to get excited, just like humans. Try to pick an animal without a tail, cause usually they have shit caked in the hair. Leave the animal standing, don't attempt to lay it down. Remember, they fuck standing up ( Unless you choose a cat ). Now, get on your knees and GENTLY grasp her ankles. lose your eyes and slowly run your tounge along the length of her slit. Try to hold your nose, the slime on her uter lips is a mixture of spit, piss, smegma, and whatever else she rubbed her cunt in. Her hips will start to get a little relaxed, and soon her pussy-juice will start to drip down your face. Use your fingers and find her clit if you can. Work a finger in at first, then 2 until her hole is loose enough to bang.
3. IMPORTANT STEP Now slip on your rubber. I recommend Trojan(C), lubbed with receptical. Never use ribbed or you'll get kicked in the nuts again.
4. FUCKING THE ANIMAL Slowly stand up, you don't want to destroy the mood she's in. Animals can be even flakier than real women. Reach down nd spread her cuntlips open. Doesn't it look great! Now, the hard part. Slowly slide your firm, hard dick up her loose, smelly gash. Once you have it in, hold your position. Let her get used to the feeling of you member inside her. Now slowly grind you pelvis into her ass. I know you'll be getting shit all over your bush since her asshole is right there, but this will arouse her even more. Don't be suprised if she farts either, they can't hold gas when they fuck. SLOWLY thrust in and out. Be sensitive to the needs of your partner, work out a rythem WITH her, don't be selfish. Occasionally reach down and fondle her clit, her anus, her thighs. She will loe you for it. Now you can quicken the pace and let go of your wad. Sometimes, if the mood is right, you can whip off your rubber and shoot your wad all over her butt, using your cum for lube if you decide to fuck her in the ass later.
5. ANAL SEX If you didn't cum on her ass, you might want to lick your fingers work them in her asshole. Or you can just lick her asshole and wiggle your tounge inside her bowels if you like, both will do the tick. Animals are generally not to ound of buttfucking, it hurts them too, only they are used to passng massive amounts of shit so their assholes are a tad looser.
6. NECRO-BEASTIALITY Necro-beastiality can be dangerous. You are sticking your dick in dead flesh, and there's lots of bacteria at work decomposing her body. So, now you have more than just one disease to worry about. But I know how satisfying it can be to fuck a cold, dead pussy. The nice thing is you don't have to worry if she wants to or not. She's dead. Also, you don't have to worry about lubrication. During the course of decaying, the animal's cunt will be bloated with puss, so once you start to bang all those tastey juices go free!! You might alo want to try oral sex with her. Just bend over and lick up the puss. Don't attempt anal sex!
Her intestines are stiff, when you pull your dick out, her guts will still be wrapped around your dick and it gets real messy...
Since the beginning of time, men have been plagued with cold-nosed women who simply refused to put out. Well, it was not long before man realized the value of Rosey Palm and her five sisters. Men really liked ole' Rose, but she lacked that lubricating wetness that provided for mind blowing orgasms that pussy could secrete. So those men got to thinking: A pussy is a pussy, no matter what the species.. So began the age of Beastiality. Unfortunately, fucking animals gave rise to new diseases, like syphilus. So when the rubber was finally invented, men could not only beast-fuck without the worry of infecting their shlongs, they could also fuck the dead ones.
Now, with the arrival of AIDS, women are especially stingy with their snatches. I hope this guide will be helpful to men & women both.
1. FINDING AN ANIMAL Make sure the animal's cunt is big enough to fit you dick! You haven't felt pain until you've had a donkey crack your nads! Suggested animals- Sheep, cow, horse (if your over 6'), pig. Just go out in the country if you live in the city, or the zoo if you have no wheels.
2. FOREPLAY Animals have to get excited, just like humans. Try to pick an animal without a tail, cause usually they have shit caked in the hair. Leave the animal standing, don't attempt to lay it down. Remember, they fuck standing up ( Unless you choose a cat ). Now, get on your knees and GENTLY grasp her ankles. lose your eyes and slowly run your tounge along the length of her slit. Try to hold your nose, the slime on her uter lips is a mixture of spit, piss, smegma, and whatever else she rubbed her cunt in. Her hips will start to get a little relaxed, and soon her pussy-juice will start to drip down your face. Use your fingers and find her clit if you can. Work a finger in at first, then 2 until her hole is loose enough to bang.
3. IMPORTANT STEP Now slip on your rubber. I recommend Trojan(C), lubbed with receptical. Never use ribbed or you'll get kicked in the nuts again.
4. FUCKING THE ANIMAL Slowly stand up, you don't want to destroy the mood she's in. Animals can be even flakier than real women. Reach down nd spread her cuntlips open. Doesn't it look great! Now, the hard part. Slowly slide your firm, hard dick up her loose, smelly gash. Once you have it in, hold your position. Let her get used to the feeling of you member inside her. Now slowly grind you pelvis into her ass. I know you'll be getting shit all over your bush since her asshole is right there, but this will arouse her even more. Don't be suprised if she farts either, they can't hold gas when they fuck. SLOWLY thrust in and out. Be sensitive to the needs of your partner, work out a rythem WITH her, don't be selfish. Occasionally reach down and fondle her clit, her anus, her thighs. She will loe you for it. Now you can quicken the pace and let go of your wad. Sometimes, if the mood is right, you can whip off your rubber and shoot your wad all over her butt, using your cum for lube if you decide to fuck her in the ass later.
5. ANAL SEX If you didn't cum on her ass, you might want to lick your fingers work them in her asshole. Or you can just lick her asshole and wiggle your tounge inside her bowels if you like, both will do the tick. Animals are generally not to ound of buttfucking, it hurts them too, only they are used to passng massive amounts of shit so their assholes are a tad looser.
6. NECRO-BEASTIALITY Necro-beastiality can be dangerous. You are sticking your dick in dead flesh, and there's lots of bacteria at work decomposing her body. So, now you have more than just one disease to worry about. But I know how satisfying it can be to fuck a cold, dead pussy. The nice thing is you don't have to worry if she wants to or not. She's dead. Also, you don't have to worry about lubrication. During the course of decaying, the animal's cunt will be bloated with puss, so once you start to bang all those tastey juices go free!! You might alo want to try oral sex with her. Just bend over and lick up the puss. Don't attempt anal sex!
Her intestines are stiff, when you pull your dick out, her guts will still be wrapped around your dick and it gets real messy...
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Good day you white no dick cock monkey pecker lickers.....
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You'm all nught to know, us black folk ain'ta niggers, you need to see that as the representitive of the afro-american community, and a well established fund raising afro-american cause. Actually that is well hung dick to you'm white folk. I am the man.....yes er ree brother talkin.....
You needs to see the winds of change. cuz i am the legend whom makes martin luther king and Malcom x taddpoles in the stream of urine. Hallylooya -amen brother....
Libert-y was not founded on the back of oppression. it was founded on the back of many southern white bitches as we screwed there lilly white ass to death. This Snake in my trouser-s is bigger if not more poundage than your average white needle dick. Amen to that white boy...
You ought not ask what we can do for you, but ask what you can do for my black ass. You neanderthall week minded muslim loving herd nerding european fag loving folks? If you whit liberal sexist butt fucking white boys could learn to get of the trailer park and into some white ass then you can see that....... Amen brother we have prevailed.... yeah we got it all.... you gave it to us you moronic white asses of a cum twat beer drinking fag loving white peach dick ass.
Youm need to see that I the good reverend can not be held accountable for the trash talking bible to my use wielding instrument. That that book is mine and i change it daily to suit my needs. So take your charlie daniels ass back to hickville you bunch of crud sucking no color looking no beauty ever fools. Amen I say it so well.....
You all are probably mild mannered funn loving donkey chasing bull dick licken Steelers fans too. Oh you should never say so much as me hanging from a tree as your women can see my dick hanging in her ass. Remember me when you eat the snatch tonight and remember that i was there........
Good day you white no dick pecker lickers.....
This has been the revrend and I have spoken............
You'm all ought to know, us black folk ain'ta niggers, you need to see that as the representitive of the afro-american community, and a well established fund raising afro-american cause. Actually that is well hung dick to you'm white folk. I am the man.....yes er ree brother talkin.....
You needs to see the winds of change. cuz i am the legend whom makes martin luther king and Malcom x taddpoles in the stream of urine. Hallylooya -amen brother....
Libert-y was not founded on the back of oppression. it was founded on the back of many southern white bitches as we screwed there lilly white ass to death. This Snake in my trouser-s is bigger if not more poundage than your average white needle dick. Amen to that white boy...
You ought not ask what we can do for you, but ask what you can do for my black ass. You neanderthall week minded muslim loving herd nerding european fag loving folks? If you whit liberal sexist butt fucking white boys could learn to get of the trailer park and into some white ass then you can see that....... Amen brother we have prevailed.... yeah we got it all.... you gave it to us you moronic white asses of a cum twat beer drinking fag loving white peach dick ass.
Youm need to see that I the good reverend can not be held accountable for the trash talking bible to my use wielding instrument. That that book is mine and i change it daily to suit my needs. So take your charlie daniels ass back to hickville you bunch of crud sucking no color looking no beauty ever fools. Amen I say it so well.....
You all are probably mild mannered funn loving donkey chasing bull dick licken Steelers fans too. Oh you should never say so much as me hanging from a tree as your women can see my dick hanging in her ass. Remember me when you eat the snatch tonight and remember that i was there........
Good day you white no dick pecker lickers.....
This has been the revrend and I have spoken............
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RED
Tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and enjoy sex in
every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is lighted, it may take
hours to extinguish. When two Reds get together, the ensuing erotica
could make Lady Chatterley blush. Lovers of Red tend to be the
aggressors and weaker colours should beware!
YELLOW
If you tend to favour Yellow your sexual drivers are complex and lean
toward the adaptable. The favourite colour of homosexuals is Yellow! No
don't panic - not everyone who wears Yellow is gay. In most cases the
person will acquiesce to the stronger partner's desires in a passive
manner. You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn
down an invitation from someone you enjoy or admire.
PURPLE
Lovers of the colour Purple frequently consider themselves too regal for
a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes are the type who hate to muss
their hair. Men are business-like in their approach to lovemaking. In
both sexes, Purple partners are more concerned with their fulfilment
than anyone else's gratification.
BLACK
Black colour preferences point to Black sex. These people are the
misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in kinship. They tend
to prefer perverted sex and are usually masochistic or sadistic in
nature. They are moody people and often perform at their peak when under
stress or during unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that many sex
offenders prefer the colour Black. And it is no coincidence that the
uniform of monsters and teenaged gangs is Black attire.
GREEN
Those who prefer Green are fresh and innocent in their approach to sex.
Women who love Green will make love like virgins all of their life. And
a man may always be a trifle clumsy and awkward, but in a charming and
endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If
chosen as a mate, one will never need worry about infidelity.
PINK
Persons who like Pink show a reluctance to mature in sexual matters.
Women tend to tease; to promise more than they intend to deliver. In
some cases, they flaunt their femininity - but because they secretly
hate men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire lingerie
wardrobes in Pink. Men who like Pink are philanderers and flirts. They
are the type who will take three dates for the same evening and not keep
one; preferring to pick up a dish in some bar, instead. Women whose
husbands like Pink should keep a secret nest egg for when they are
deserted. Pink indicates a tendency to squander money. ORANGE
People who favour Orange tend to have sexual fantasies. The sex act is
regarded as a dramatic role, a one-act play in which they are the star.
Foreplay is as important as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings;
meaningless dialogue they feel fits their image. Orange people often do not
experience orgasm, but they put on a darn good act. Men tend to pull their
partner's hair and women leave red welts on their sex partners back. But the
bruises and the ballyhoo add up to nothing.
BROWN
If you love Brown, you are a real treasure for the right mate. Brown lovers
tend to be warm and deep. Sensitive to the needs and desires of their
partners. Sex is a 24-hour a day thing to them. They can't say "I Love You"
often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain or catching
snowflakes on their tongue is a turn on to a lover of Brown. They need lots
of time and privacy to make love. But their emotions are such that one harsh
word could end the affair.
GRAY
The colour Gray is preferred by people who are indecisive. They can't get
excited about anything - including colours - so they choose a noncommittal
shade. Men who prefer Gray look at sex as a means of relieving tension,
(nothing more, nothing less). It's wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Women who
prefer Gray don't make love, they have intercourse. And for one of two
reasons, to accommodate their mate or to become pregnant. They count the
cracks in the bedroom plaster until the sex act is over with and done. When a
Gray marries another Gray, the marriage is made in heaven. But when teamed
with another colour, the Gray spouse considers the colour's infidelity a
blessing.
BLUE
Lovers of Blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sincere, affectionate and
sensitive to their partners needs. They consider lovemaking a fine art and
their approach is elegant. Men who love Blue are like concert pianists;
delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in
the Blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting partners, but
their passion might be compared to tidal waves rather than fiery aggression.
Both men and women enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of love-making as much as
the sex act itself. In marriage, a Blue person is a wonderful mate - never
failing to please the spouse and never seeking outside interests.
WHITE
If a person in infatuated with White, sex often seems dirty. These people are
puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make love in daylight
in unheard of. Women who love White will undress beneath the covers. Men will
shower before and after the sex act. These people will use pet names for
their genitals.
When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I
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remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in
the summer there.
My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and
generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and
saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark
brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck.
"Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?"
Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses
court, missey."
This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the
stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished
at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the
great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with
embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of
Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you
ever seen people do it?"
"No," I mumbled, "of course not."
"Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would
you like to see it?"
This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had
agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness
this with my own eyes.
* * *
The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of
bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was
doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself.
Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us
on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread
some hay over us to hide us.
Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my
uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've
something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that,
he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I
had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt
before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it.
She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it.
As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that
Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his
bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his
tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't
want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle
below us was making me more and more excited.
Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me
this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table
and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature
cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside
of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was
at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into
her.
The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon
pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool
plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a
man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it
very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from
behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could
do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My
mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I
couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I
imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my
pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed
his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle
was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her
thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he
pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was
kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was
that Inga was still being fucked, still coming.
Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He
pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her
notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own.
His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet
still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it,
and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me.
Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed.
As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my
tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for
action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the
hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me,
he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that
we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was
still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined
it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced
himself deep inside of me.
Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one
another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive
tool.
* * *
My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a
field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of
the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often
seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether
regions.
One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished
to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked
up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder
against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand,
leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave
off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the
ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I
could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a
distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often.
After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a
bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him
that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip
on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and
his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss
before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased.
"Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the
gardening shed?"
He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me
down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I
pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he
asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands
continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards.
"What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be
forced to tell my uncle!"
"Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and
your skin is so smooth and soft!"
"I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at
all proper."
"Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly
upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny.
"But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be
in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I
said, as he found my love button.
He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am,
I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and
began licking and kissing my cunny.
"Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled
his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood.
In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my
tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon
managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He
wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me.
His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me
furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen
against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I
felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon.
His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly
lacking.
As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that
I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power
of my uncle's tool.
I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that
if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much
better off staying with Aboab.
* * *
While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls,
Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My
uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar
(my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them
in the house).
One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these
walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I
arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any
dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon
spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden.
I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush.
Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden.
"There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been
waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile,
now!"
"I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when
you squeezed my buns during dinner?"
"Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora
noticed."
"Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that,
he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her
soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my
body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and
squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had
worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her
hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh,
sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to
her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So
large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which
she did with wild abandon.
"Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you
will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!"
She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on
the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool
into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not
help myself.
Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan
moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to
feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the
task.
Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt
Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This
added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep
from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle.
I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and
falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting
the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely
serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy.
My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my
finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood.
Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping
together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep
into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that
he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to
be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back
into the bushes, so as not to be caught.
* * *
Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That
night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking
with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her
bed chatting away.
As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me
a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or
another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to
see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no
different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it.
Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her
nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly
has a lot more hair than mine."
"Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will
have as much hair as mine, soon enough."
"I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder
how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and
gently licked her.
"You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In
fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room.
Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my
attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky
taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann
was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her
private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she
arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly
lapped up.
"That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me,
precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?"
"Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. .
* * *
The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his
evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating
that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the
side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not
risen yet, and it was quite dark.
I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the
center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's
cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and
hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was
planning to do to me.
"Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you
sure you want to be here?"
I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him,
rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared
satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands
under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised
me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my
tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on
my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms
firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on
the ground.
I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared
as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his
trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me.
I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth
in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing
against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into
me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh,
oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than
ever!"
Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling
of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had
imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with
fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I
was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to
split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into
me.
It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious
feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and
penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My
entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against
yeilding flesh.
Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his
wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was
forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a
marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his
giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep
into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his
sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in
the feeling of his hot cum filling me.
I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of
me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed
him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a
bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling
radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm
overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs.
When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I
."
remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in
the summer there.
My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and
generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and
saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark
brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck.
"Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?"
Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses
court, missey."
This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the
stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished
at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the
great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with
embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of
Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you
ever seen people do it?"
"No," I mumbled, "of course not."
"Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would
you like to see it?"
This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had
agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness
this with my own eyes.
* * *
The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of
bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was
doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself.
Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us
on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread
some hay over us to hide us.
Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my
uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've
something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that,
he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I
had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt
before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it.
She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it.
As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that
Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his
bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his
tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't
want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle
below us was making me more and more excited.
Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me
this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table
and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature
cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside
of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was
at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into
her.
The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon
pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool
plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a
man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it
very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from
behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could
do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My
mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I
couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I
imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my
pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed
his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle
was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her
thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he
pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was
kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was
that Inga was still being fucked, still coming.
Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He
pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her
notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own.
His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet
still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it,
and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me.
Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed.
As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my
tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for
action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the
hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me,
he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that
we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was
still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined
it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced
himself deep inside of me.
Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one
another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive
tool.
* * *
My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a
field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of
the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often
seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether
regions.
One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished
to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked
up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder
against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand,
leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave
off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the
ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I
could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a
distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often.
After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a
bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him
that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip
on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and
his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss
before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased.
"Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the
gardening shed?"
He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me
down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I
pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he
asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands
continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards.
"What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be
forced to tell my uncle!"
"Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and
your skin is so smooth and soft!"
"I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at
all proper."
"Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly
upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny.
"But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be
in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I
said, as he found my love button.
He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am,
I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and
began licking and kissing my cunny.
"Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled
his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood.
In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my
tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon
managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He
wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me.
His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me
furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen
against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I
felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon.
His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly
lacking.
As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that
I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power
of my uncle's tool.
I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that
if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much
better off staying with Aboab.
* * *
While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls,
Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My
uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar
(my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them
in the house).
One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these
walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I
arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any
dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon
spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden.
I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush.
Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden.
"There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been
waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile,
now!"
"I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when
you squeezed my buns during dinner?"
"Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora
noticed."
"Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that,
he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her
soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my
body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and
squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had
worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her
hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh,
sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to
her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So
large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which
she did with wild abandon.
"Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you
will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!"
She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on
the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool
into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not
help myself.
Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan
moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to
feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the
task.
Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt
Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This
added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep
from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle.
I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and
falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting
the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely
serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy.
My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my
finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood.
Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping
together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep
into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that
he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to
be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back
into the bushes, so as not to be caught.
* * *
Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That
night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking
with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her
bed chatting away.
As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me
a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or
another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to
see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no
different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it.
Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her
nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly
has a lot more hair than mine."
"Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will
have as much hair as mine, soon enough."
"I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder
how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and
gently licked her.
"You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In
fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room.
Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my
attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky
taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann
was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her
private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she
arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly
lapped up.
"That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me,
precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?"
"Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. .
* * *
The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his
evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating
that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the
side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not
risen yet, and it was quite dark.
I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the
center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's
cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and
hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was
planning to do to me.
"Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you
sure you want to be here?"
I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him,
rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared
satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands
under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised
me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my
tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on
my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms
firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on
the ground.
I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared
as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his
trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me.
I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth
in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing
against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into
me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh,
oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than
ever!"
Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling
of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had
imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with
fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I
was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to
split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into
me.
It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious
feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and
penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My
entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against
yeilding flesh.
Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his
wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was
forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a
marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his
giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep
into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his
sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in
the feeling of his hot cum filling me.
I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of
me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed
him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a
bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling
radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm
overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs.
Since the beginning of time, men have been plagued with cold-nosed women
who simply refused to put out. Well, it was not long before man realized the
value of Rosey Palm and her five sisters. Men really liked ole' Rose, but she
lacked that lubricating wetness that provided for mind blowing orgasms that
pussy could secrete. So those men got to thinking: A pussy is a pussy, no
matter what the species.. So began the age of Beastiality. Unfortunately,
fucking animals gave rise to new diseases, like syphilus. So when the rubber
was finally invented, men could not only beast-fuck without the worry of
infecting their shlongs, they could also fuck the dead ones.
Now, with the arrival of AIDS, women are especially stingy with their
snatches. I hope this guide will be helpful to men & women both.
1. FINDING AN ANIMAL
Make sure the animal's cunt is big enough to fit you dick!
You haven't felt pain until you've had a donkey crack your
nads! Suggested animals- Sheep, cow, horse (if your over
6'), pig. Just go out in the country if you live in the
city, or the zoo if you have no wheels.
2. FOREPLAY
Animals have to get excited, just like humans. Try to pick an animal
without a tail, cause usually they have shit caked in the hair.
Leave the animal standing, don't attempt to lay it down. Remember,
they fuck standing up ( Unless you choose a cat ). Now, get on your
knees and GENTLY grasp her ankles. lose your eyes and slowly run
your tounge along the length of her slit. Try to hold your nose,
the slime on her uter lips is a mixture of spit, piss, smegma, and
whatever else she rubbed her cunt in. Her hips will start to get
a little relaxed, and soon her pussy-juice will start to drip down
your face. Use your fingers and find her clit if you can. Work
a finger in at first, then 2 until her hole is loose enough to bang.
3. IMPORTANT STEP
Now slip on your rubber. I recommend Trojan(C), lubbed
with receptical. Never use ribbed or you'll get kicked
in the nuts again.
4. FUCKING THE ANIMAL
Slowly stand up, you don't want to destroy the mood she's
in. Animals can be even flakier than real women. Reach
down nd spread her cuntlips open. Doesn't it look great!
Now, the hard part. Slowly slide your firm, hard dick up
her loose, smelly gash. Once you have it in, hold your
position. Let her get used to the feeling of you member
inside her. Now slowly grind you pelvis into her ass. I
know you'll be getting shit all over your bush since her
asshole is right there, but this will arouse her even
more. Don't be suprised if she farts either, they can't
hold gas when they fuck. SLOWLY thrust in and out. Be
sensitive to the needs of your partner, work out a rythem
WITH her, don't be selfish. Occasionally reach down and
fondle her clit, her anus, her thighs. She will loe you
for it. Now you can quicken the pace and let go of your
wad. Sometimes, if the mood is right, you can whip off
your rubber and shoot your wad all over her butt, using
your cum for lube if you decide to fuck her in the ass
later.
5. ANAL SEX
If you didn't cum on her ass, you might want to lick your fingers
work them in her asshole. Or you can just lick her asshole and
wiggle your tounge inside her bowels if you like, both will do the
tick. Animals are generally not to ound of buttfucking, it hurts
them too, only they are used to passng massive amounts of shit so
their assholes are a tad looser.
6. NECRO-BEASTIALITY
Necro-beastiality can be dangerous. You are sticking your
dick in dead flesh, and there's lots of bacteria at work
decomposing her body. So, now you have more than just one
disease to worry about. But I know how satisfying it can
be to fuck a cold, dead pussy. The nice thing is you don't
have to worry if she wants to or not. She's dead. Also,
you don't have to worry about lubrication. During the
course of decaying, the animal's cunt will be bloated with
puss, so once you start to bang all those tastey juices go
free!! You might alo want to try oral sex with her. Just
bend over and lick up the puss. Don't attempt anal sex!
Her intestines are stiff, when you pull your dick out, her
guts will still be wrapped around your dick and it gets
real messy...
f00 yuh!
Since the beginning of time, men have been plagued with cold-nosed women
who simply refused to put out. Well, it was not long before man realized the
value of Rosey Palm and her five sisters. Men really liked ole' Rose, but she
lacked that lubricating wetness that provided for mind blowing orgasms that
pussy could secrete. So those men got to thinking: A pussy is a pussy, no
matter what the species.. So began the age of Beastiality. Unfortunately,
fucking animals gave rise to new diseases, like syphilus. So when the rubber
was finally invented, men could not only beast-fuck without the worry of
infecting their shlongs, they could also fuck the dead ones.
Now, with the arrival of AIDS, women are especially stingy with their
snatches. I hope this guide will be helpful to men & women both.
1. FINDING AN ANIMAL
Make sure the animal's cunt is big enough to fit you dick!
You haven't felt pain until you've had a donkey crack your
nads! Suggested animals- Sheep, cow, horse (if your over
6'), pig. Just go out in the country if you live in the
city, or the zoo if you have no wheels.
2. FOREPLAY
Animals have to get excited, just like humans. Try to pick an animal
without a tail, cause usually they have shit caked in the hair.
Leave the animal standing, don't attempt to lay it down. Remember,
they fuck standing up ( Unless you choose a cat ). Now, get on your
knees and GENTLY grasp her ankles. lose your eyes and slowly run
your tounge along the length of her slit. Try to hold your nose,
the slime on her uter lips is a mixture of spit, piss, smegma, and
whatever else she rubbed her cunt in. Her hips will start to get
a little relaxed, and soon her pussy-juice will start to drip down
your face. Use your fingers and find her clit if you can. Work
a finger in at first, then 2 until her hole is loose enough to bang.
3. IMPORTANT STEP
Now slip on your rubber. I recommend Trojan(C), lubbed
with receptical. Never use ribbed or you'll get kicked
in the nuts again.
4. FUCKING THE ANIMAL
Slowly stand up, you don't want to destroy the mood she's
in. Animals can be even flakier than real women. Reach
down nd spread her cuntlips open. Doesn't it look great!
Now, the hard part. Slowly slide your firm, hard dick up
her loose, smelly gash. Once you have it in, hold your
position. Let her get used to the feeling of you member
inside her. Now slowly grind you pelvis into her ass. I
know you'll be getting shit all over your bush since her
asshole is right there, but this will arouse her even
more. Don't be suprised if she farts either, they can't
hold gas when they fuck. SLOWLY thrust in and out. Be
sensitive to the needs of your partner, work out a rythem
WITH her, don't be selfish. Occasionally reach down and
fondle her clit, her anus, her thighs. She will loe you
for it. Now you can quicken the pace and let go of your
wad. Sometimes, if the mood is right, you can whip off
your rubber and shoot your wad all over her butt, using
your cum for lube if you decide to fuck her in the ass
later.
5. ANAL SEX
If you didn't cum on her ass, you might want to lick your fingers
work them in her asshole. Or you can just lick her asshole and
wiggle your tounge inside her bowels if you like, both will do the
tick. Animals are generally not to ound of buttfucking, it hurts
them too, only they are used to passng massive amounts of shit so
their assholes are a tad looser.
6. NECRO-BEASTIALITY
Necro-beastiality can be dangerous. You are sticking your
dick in dead flesh, and there's lots of bacteria at work
decomposing her body. So, now you have more than just one
disease to worry about. But I know how satisfying it can
be to fuck a cold, dead pussy. The nice thing is you don't
have to worry if she wants to or not. She's dead. Also,
you don't have to worry about lubrication. During the
course of decaying, the animal's cunt will be bloated with
puss, so once you start to bang all those tastey juices go
free!! You might alo want to try oral sex with her. Just
bend over and lick up the puss. Don't attempt anal sex!
Her intestines are stiff, when you pull your dick out, her
guts will still be wrapped around your dick and it gets
real messy...
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I want to go to war, please punish my ass (my ass)!
Sir, Would you like to touch my penis?
I would enjoy it if you beat it with a stick and
called me a "Gibbly Nagger"
I've got a big donkey "banana" for you, open wide!
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And our oxymoron for the day is...
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Pine Internet Security Advisory
Advisory ID : PINE-CERT-20020401
Authors : Joost Pol <joost@pine.nl>
Issue date : 2002-04-22
Application : Multiple
Version(s) : Multiple
Platforms : FreeBSD confirmed, maybe others.
Vendor informed : 20020406
Availability : http://www.pine.nl/advisories/pine-cert-20020401.
Synopsis
It is possible for a local user to execute a suid application with
stdin, stdout or stderr closed.
Impact
HIGH. Local users should be able to gain root privileges.
Description
Consider the following (imaginary) suid application:
-- begin of imaginary code snippet
FILE * f = fopen("/etc/root_owned_file", "r+");
if(f) {
fprintf(stderr, "%s: fopen() succeeded\n", argv[0]);
fclose(f);
}
-- end of imaginary code snippet
Now, consider the following (imaginary) exploit:
-- begin of imaginary exploit snippet
while(dup(1) != -1);
close(2);
execl("/path/to/suid_application",
"this text will endup in the root_owned_file", 0);
-- end of imaginary exploit snippet
Exploitation has been confirmed using the S/KEY binaries.
Solution
FreeBSD source trees have been updated on the 21th of april 2002.
Please cvsup.
And tell me, do they insist on using Linux and other Open Source tools?
Sounds like the programmers we have here, it's our VB programmers that really get the work done.
Looking for REAL professionals? Hire MCSE's!
Nothing gets me in the zone like a WetCat..... Mmmm.... Steamy, Wet, Juicy, Kitty.....
Ok I'm ready to program.
The best way to find the "Zone" is with a mexican hooker suckin my knob, that really gets me in the Zone.
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You'm all nught to know, us black folk ain'ta niggers, you need to see that as the representitive of the afro-american community, and a well established fund raising afro-american cause. Actually that is well hung dick to you'm white folk. I am the man.....yes er ree brother talkin.....
You needs to see the winds of change. cuz i am the legend whom makes martin luther king and Malcom x taddpoles in the stream of urine. Hallylooya -amen brother....
Libert-y was not founded on the back of oppression. it was founded on the back of many southern white bitches as we screwed there lilly white ass to death. This Snake in my trouser-s is bigger if not more poundage than your average white needle dick. Amen to that white boy...
You ought not ask what we can do for you, but ask what you can do for my black ass. You neanderthall week minded muslim loving herd nerding european fag loving folks? If you whit liberal sexist butt fucking white boys could learn to get of the trailer park and into some white ass then you can see that....... Amen brother we have prevailed.... yeah we got it all.... you gave it to us you moronic white asses of a cum twat beer drinking fag loving white peach dick ass.
Youm need to see that I the good reverend can not be held accountable for the trash talking bible to my use wielding instrument. That that book is mine and i change it daily to suit my needs. So take your charlie daniels ass back to hickville you bunch of crud sucking no color looking no beauty ever fools. Amen I say it so well.....
You all are probably mild mannered funn loving donkey chasing bull dick licken Steelers fans too. Oh you should never say so much as me hanging from a tree as your women can see my dick hanging in her ass. Remember me when you eat the snatch tonight and remember that i was there........
Good day you white no dick pecker lickers.....
This has been the revrend and I have spoken............
You'm all ought to know, us black folk ain'ta niggers, you need to see that as the representitive of the afro-american community, and a well established fund raising afro-american cause. Actually that is well hung dick to you'm white folk. I am the man.....yes er ree brother talkin.....
You needs to see the winds of change. cuz i am the legend whom makes martin luther king and Malcom x taddpoles in the stream of urine. Hallylooya -amen brother....
Libert-y was not founded on the back of oppression. it was founded on the back of many southern white bitches as we screwed there lilly white ass to death. This Snake in my trouser-s is bigger if not more poundage than your average white needle dick. Amen to that white boy...
You ought not ask what we can do for you, but ask what you can do for my black ass. You neanderthall week minded muslim loving herd nerding european fag loving folks? If you whit liberal sexist butt fucking white boys could learn to get of the trailer park and into some white ass then you can see that....... Amen brother we have prevailed.... yeah we got it all.... you gave it to us you moronic white asses of a cum twat beer drinking fag loving white peach dick ass.
Youm need to see that I the good reverend can not be held accountable for the trash talking bible to my use wielding instrument. That that book is mine and i change it daily to suit my needs. So take your charlie daniels ass back to hickville you bunch of crud sucking no color looking no beauty ever fools. Amen I say it so well.....
You all are probably mild mannered funn loving donkey chasing bull dick licken Steelers fans too. Oh you should never say so much as me hanging from a tree as your women can see my dick hanging in her ass. Remember me when you eat the snatch tonight and remember that i was there........
Good day you white no dick pecker lickers.....
This has been the revrend and I have spoken............
Thats about the only thing koreans are good for sucking royally, I really miss living there, nothing beats a two dollar blow job...
Fucking Koreans, I hate them all! smelly kim-chee eating cock monkeys, they smell like fish. We should nuke Korea and be done with them.
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AC's FUCKING SUCK
I'll be there so he can spank my penis with a long bamboo stick, just like they do in china.