I just don't understand how the Feds create these kinds of requirements.
It's easy. You just pay enough money as a tribute, and things start happening. There's more greasy palms in the FCC than in every nudie booth in the world.
Crappy thing is, for the companies paying their way into the lawbooks, it's 100% totally worth the price.
This is a good point. The Editors have not said boo lately about subscriptions -- I bet you a dollar that means they didn't get jack. Please read on before modding me.
Mr Malda can take this as a lesson. Rusty from k5 rustled up about $35,000 by passing the hat around, and at last count Slashdot had collected about 1/10 that, for offering "premium" service. It goes to show, if you treat your users with respect to the point of fanaticism, they will hold you in high regard with similar vigor. If you irritate 50% of them at any given time, you get it right back.
It looks like the Internet Age is heading towards dusk for VA; it's spent well over a month under $1 and will most likely be delisted when things in the stock market loosen up a bit.
Can Slashdot go free again? Without a change in leadership, I'm not so sure.
Not true. Many acts with dubious musical value (NKOTB, Britney Spears, the Strokes, etc) did not go through any period of being local acts before breaking big. Clear Channel and their record companies put them there.
someone mod this guy up. well-themed pinball tables are even more immersive than video games. they really give your mind room to get into a groove and let your imagination run wild. Episode I Pinball is a great table.
also see Medieval Madness for the best pinball game ever made by mortal man. RIP, Williams Pinball Division.
the porn industry generally has the cutting edge of the computer industry at any given time. if you want to see what the industry's real, monetary leaders are doing, look to them for example.
This post is not insightful in the least (nor funny, informative, etc). It's a Slashbot clawing for upmods by pointing out that a dying supernova is a dying star dying.
We know that. Put this guy below +2 so people with high thresholds don't waste their time reading it.
I guess it's fine and good that Red Hat is getting in on this. But there's very little need for 64-bit desktop systems (as demonstrated by the Itanium and Alpha's consumer-market failure). 32 bits is plenty for virtually every application of a desktop computer, and will be for quite some time.
"Hello Uncle Charlie. Hi this is Tiffany. Are you by chance going up to your cabin this weekend?"
"Great! Do you think I could come up and spend the weekend."
"No nothings wrong, I just feel a bit burned out. I figured a weekend without the phone or friends would recharge
my batteries."
"You still call me baby girl after all these years."
"Thanks Uncle Charlie, you're the best." I hung up the phone and smiled as I lay back on my bed. I had planned this
moment for months.
I thought back to the time that caused me to feel this way. I was 16 and lived with my mom. My dad left us soon
after I was born. Being one of 7 children my mom had lots of sisters and brothers. But Uncle Charlie was my
favorite. He was younger than mom but always acted older than she was. She always looked up to him and it was
just natural that he would be like a second dad to me. He was there for every birthday, Christmas, good time and
bad.
He was also the one who gave me most of my spankings. The last time Uncle Charlie spanked me I was 16. Mom
had to go out of town on business and he volunteered to stay with me. Since he was at our house most of the time,
it was no big deal. Anyway, I was supposed to go to a party that Friday night. It was a costume party and I was
going dressed like a slut.
My costume was a sweater two sizes too small, a skirt that barely covered my cunt and ass, high heels and no
underwear. I was also taking smokes and a bottle of wine. Uncle Charlie was sitting in the living room when I was
ready to go. He knew about the party but didn't know what kind of party it was going to be. We had finished dinner
and he was drinking his favorite drink as he watched TV. He always called me his best bartender. It was my job to
fix all his drinks. I had made his last two kind of strong hoping he would fall asleep before I left. I was ready to go
out the door when Uncle Charlie called me to the living room.
"Let me see what you're wearing. Can't have you going out looking like some easy pickup for all the horny boys out
there." With that he made me open my coat. His eyes got wide when he saw how I was dressed. "You must have
lost all the little bit of sense I thought you had. If you think that you are leaving this house dressed like that, you
have another thing coming."
I begged and pleaded with him to let me go dressed as I was. I told him that I would be OK. I knew everyone at the
party and wouldn't let anything happen that I didn't want to. At 16 I had lost my virginity awhile ago.
"It's what you may want to happen that scares me. Either change your clothes or don't go. That's my final word."
There was one thing that I knew about Uncle Charlie. When he gave his final word on something, even mom didn't
go against him. I was either going as I was or stubborn kid that I was, I wasn't going.
Well I have always been a stubborn, hardheaded kid so I there I was sitting in my room pouting. I'd show Uncle
Charlie, I sat on my bed, drinking wine from the bottle. I should have known that uncle Charlie would stick his head
in to check on me. Even when he was mad and had given me a spanking, he would still check on me and tell me that
he was sorry he had to spank me. Well this time when he stuck his head in the door, (without knocking) he found
me propped up on my bed. I was still dressed in my sweater and skirt.
That wasn't so bad, except that I had the bottle of wine in my hand, a cigarette in my mouth and a dildo between
my legs.
I had been thinking about the club that I was supposed to join at the party. A few of the girls belonged to a
double-fuck club. That was where a girl was being fucked in both holes at the same time. That was part of the
reason for my costume. He stood there staring at me and I saw his eyes grow cold. Oh shit! I was in for it now.
There would be no excuse I could give him that would sooth his anger.
"Get your nasty ass in the living room." He left the door open and I reluctantly got up and with head bowed went
into the living room. He sat in his chair, smoke rising around his head as he puffed hard on his cigarette. It looked
almost like smoke was rising from his head but I dare not laugh. He was madder than I had seen him in a long time. I
stood in front of his chair.
"I could have forgiven you for wearing that slut outfit. I could have even let it go that you were ready to sneak out
the house wearing it. But that disgusting spectacle I saw as I opened your door, that I would not forgive." I stood
there in my outfit and for the first time since I put it on, I felt dirty. "Take that shit off."
I turned to go to my room.
"Where the fuck are you going? Take off those clothes. Right here! Right now!" This was going to be a bad
spanking. I was just a bit smaller than I am now. At 16, my tits were developed; my ass was just a bit smaller than it
is now and I had been having sex for the last 2yrs, so I know my pussy was just as grown up as it is now. I stood
before Uncle Charlie and pulled the sweater over my head. My twin mounds were firm.
They stood up with no support. I dare not look at Uncle Charlie as my fingers hooked my skirt and pushed it down
over my hips. I stood before him now totally naked. He looked at me for a few moments, then grabbed my hand and
pulled me over his lap. His hand rested on my soft ass. I knew that my ass was soft and round. Many boys would
rub and squeeze my ass whenever they got the chance. Uncle Charlie didn't seem interested in my soft ass.
He raised his hand and liquid fire landed on my ass. I remember screaming and kicking my legs. Over and over his
hand landed on my ass. Somewhere during the spanking, things changed. I remember feeling a fire begin to simmer
between my legs. I know that my moans changed pitch. Uncle Charlie was rubbing my ass as he scolded me. "I will
not allow you to run around looking like some cheap whore. Your mom and I have worked too hard to make you into
a lady. I never again want to see you dressing the way you did tonight. No more smoking! No more drinking! At
least not until you become of age. Then you can do whatever you want."
I could feel wetness between my legs. I hoped that it wasn't showing on Uncle Charlie's robe. Suddenly he began to
spank me again. This time though, he was spanking me on my thighs. His big rough hands were landing on my ass,
my thighs and even between my legs. Sometimes his hand would slap the lips of my pussy and I know I moaned
when he did. Not from pain, I had stopped feeling pain. Instead I felt the fire burning hotter.
I was moaning and calling his name when he finally stopped. I stood up and turned to look at my uncle. There was no
mistaking the big lump in his robe. He sent me to my room and told me to close the door. I can only guess that he
must have given his hard dick a good workout. Back in my room, I couldn't help but finger my hot pussy till I came. I
didn't connect his spanking with my horniness until years later.
Now here I was almost 10 years later. I never forgot the feeling that Uncle Charlie's spanking gave me. Nor have I
found anyone who could make me feel that way. I learned a lot since my last spanking from Uncle Charlie. I found
out that there was a lot more between him and my mom than I thought. But that is a story all by itself. I had planned
a very elaborate scheme to get Uncle Charlie to spank me again. Friday came more quickly than I would have
wanted.
I met Uncle Charlie after work and we took the ride to Pennsylvania in his jeep. We stopped at the liquor store and
also stopped at the supermarket. I asked Uncle Charlie to start a fire as soon as we got to the cabin. We talked all
during the time we made dinner. After dinner when we were sitting before the fire, I said I was going to take a
shower. I went to my room and took a quick shower. Then I dressed in the lingerie I had picked specifically for this
moment and put my robe on over it. Uncle Charlie had also gone and took a shower. He was sitting in his robe
before the fire when I came out my room.
When I was younger I would sit on the rug by his side. Many times, mom would sit across from him. I would sit and
listen as the two of them talked about things I couldn't understand. Now at 25, I was sitting on the rug at uncle
Charlie's feet. We were both sipping the drinks I had made. I still made his drinks, only this time; I made his twice as
strong as mine. I leaned my head on his knee and just like when I was a child, his hand dropped down on my head
and he twined his hand in my hair.
"Remember when I was small Uncle Charlie? You were just like a dad to me. You were there whenever I needed you.
You bought me presents, told me what to do and even spanked me when I was bad."
Uncle Charlie laughed. "And as I remember, there were times when you were very bad." I could tell that the drinks
were having their effect on him. It was time to play my ace card. I laughed along with him. "Remember when I was
16 and tried to sneak out to that party. You gave me the hardest spanking I can ever remember."
Uncle Charlie's hand stopped moving. "I remember. You had dressed like a slut to go to some party. I said no and
you went into your room. When I came to check on you, you were sitting up in bed, drinking from a wind bottle. You
had a cigarette sticking out your mouth." He stopped talking then.
"You can say it Uncle Charlie. I'm a lot older and wiser now. I was sitting on my bed with a dildo stuck in my cunt.
You made me undress and lay across your lap. You gave me a spanking I have remembered all these years. But
something else happened that night."
I let things hang unsaid. Uncle Charlie didn't say a word. His hand started stroking my head again. Only this time it
was softer, gentler. "Uncle Charlie?"
"Yes baby girl."
I smiled at hearing him call me by my pet name. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Honey, you know that you can tell me anything. What's the matter?"
"Remember the night you spanked me? Well sometime during that spanking, things began to change. All of a sudden
the spanking made me feel so hot and funny. I didn't know it then, but that spanking turned me on in such a way,
I've never felt like that since. I've tried to find that feeling with other men, but nothing ever duplicated it."
I could feel Uncle Charlie as his breathing changed. He was starting to breathe a bit faster. "What are you trying to
say baby girl?" I turned around and looked at Uncle Charlie. He was older than when I was 16, but he still had a way
of making me feel so good inside. It was now or never. I had to take a chance and put all my marbles in one pocket.
His eyes looked down at me. I just know he knew what I was about to say. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
"I want you to spank me Uncle Charlie. Spank me the way you spanked me when I was 16. I have to know if what
I'm feeling is real." I felt his hand clench as he held my hair. It hurt but I dare not cry out. I bit my lower lip until it
almost bled.
"I can't baby girl. Please don't ask me to do that. You don't know what almost happened the last time I spanked
you." I was not about to let his fear stop me at this point. I had planned too long and gotten too close to what I
wanted. No! What I needed. I turned until I was kneeling before him. Between his legs the way I used to do when I
was a child.
"I do know what happened Uncle Charlie. I saw the erection you had. I know how close you came to making love to
me. The way you felt my ass, the way you squeezed and kneaded my flesh. I need you to do this Uncle Charlie. I have
to know if what I felt was only because it was you spanking me. Will you make me go from man to man like the slut
you saw me dressed as? Is that what you want me to do Uncle Charlie?"
I opened my robe and let it fall. Uncle Charlie looked at me. I was dressed in an outfit that left nothing to the
imagination. The material was sheer enough to seem invisible. He could see my hard nipples and the hair on my cunt.
Uncle Charlie was breathing heavy. I could see him lick his lips. His hand shook and he half lifted it then let it fall. A
soft sob escaped his throat. "Do you want to think about some pervert spanking me? Do you think he'll care about
me the way you do? Or will he hurt me? I need you to do this for me. I need you like I never needed you before. Do
this for me Uncle Charlie. Do this for us." I laid myself across his lap and held my breath. I felt his hand, still rough,
still strong as he set it on my ass. He was slowly squeezing my cheeks. I began to breathe again.
I felt the wetness between my legs begin to grow. Uncle Charlie raised his hand. For almost 10yrs I thought I
remembered how his hand felt. But I wasn't ready for the liquid fire that burst upon my ass. It hurt like hell but the
only thing I could do was moan. "Oh Uncle Charlie", was all I could say. His hand raised and lowered again and
again. I felt the hot tears roll down my cheek. I also felt something else. It was him. It was the spanking that Uncle
Charlie gave me that made me so hot. The ember that had simmered in my pussy all these years burst into a blazing
inferno. He didn't hold back. He spanked me with his bare hand and I felt like a child again. But this time I was a
woman. And I had knowledge that would make this night like no other night in my life.
Uncle Charlie spanked me again and again. I cried and I came, over and over. When his hand stopped, he was
rubbing my ass. His hand slipped between my thighs and I opened them gladly. When his fingers touched my
throbbing pussy I moaned and welcomed his probing digits. I knew what I had to do now. I slipped from his lap. As
I knew it would be, his dick was hard as stone. I knelt between his legs and as my hand sought his throbbing cock,
he wrapped my hair in his hand. As my mouth slipped over the pulsing head of his cock, his hand tightened in my
hair. He pulled hard until I moaned as my tongue washed his cockhead. I knew what he would do next and I steadied
myself.
As I knew he would, he began to work my head up and down. He was forcing me to take his entire dick down my
throat. I was ready for him. As a matter of fact, I had practiced on a few boys just getting ready for this moment. I
knew he wouldn't cum this way. I smiled to myself even as I felt the gag reflex begin. I gagged and choked just like
he expected me to. He pulled my head off his dick and smiled down at me. Had I not known what to expect, that
smile would have scared me half to death. He was no longer the loving, caring and sweet uncle I so loved. He was a
man consumed with his own private lust.
He pulled me up onto his lap. My legs straddled the chair, facing him as he pulled me close to him. Even though I
was ready for his intrusion, the sheer force of it made me scream. He pulled me down on his throbbing cock as hard
as he could. Then he raised me up and slammed me back down on it. I knew what he wanted to hear. I grabbed his
shoulders.
My nails dug in hard. I knew they were drawing blood but I had come too far to back down now. "Make me behave.
Fuck me till I promise not to act like a slut anymore. Oh Charlie! You incestuous bastard. Give it to me." I knew those
words would inflame him even more. My pussy felt like he was ripping it apart. I had never felt a more delicious
feeling in my life. There was no going back, no stopping him from this point on. He was mine and I was his until the
ride stopped. With his strength alone, he picked me up.
Still attached to his throbbing shaft that was buried deeper in my cunt than any other man had ever been, my legs
wrapped tightly around his waist, he walked with me to the bedroom. I grunted as we fell on the bed and he slid in
even further. The muscles in my cunt were going berserk. I don't know how many times I had cum already. But he
was just getting started. I just hoped I could last thru what was to come.
Uncle Charlie pulled his dick out until just the tip was in. Then looking down at me, he slowly slid it up into my pussy
until I grunted from the full insertion. My nails were ripping into his back something fierce. He fucked me slow.
I begged; I pleaded but he wouldn't stop. Then he pulled out. I lay moaning my legs splayed open before me. He
grabbed my ankles and turned me over on my stomach. I felt him pull me up by my waist. His tongue was red hot as
he licked my puckered hole. Only two men have ever fucked me up the ass. Both of their dicks were much smaller
than Uncle Charlie's and they had been gentle. Uncle Charlie would not be gentle. His tongue stabbed into my
asshole repeatedly. I knew he was getting me ready for his assault.
I tried to relax and calm my breathing but nothing worked. Then I felt his thumbs prying my cheeks apart. I took a
deep breath and held it. Nothing could have prepared me for the searing pain. I though he had ruined me for life. I
remember screaming and then I think I passed out. The next thing I remember was hearing him grunt every time he
shoved that red-hot poker up my ass. I lay there crying and screaming from the pain.
Then I felt him stiffen. He shook all over then let out a loud scream. It felt like he was shooting gallons of cum up my
ass. The hot cream scalded me at first then seemed to bath my tender, ravaged asshole with a soothing balm. I
don't know if I came from his brutal assfucking. But I felt more alive than I ever felt in my life. He collapsed on top
of me and held me tight.
I cried out as he pulled his withering cock from my ass. Then I turned in his arms and held him. 'Why baby girl? Why
did you make me do this?"
I could only shower his face with kisses as I kept repeating, "Thank you Uncle Charlie. Thank you!" I held him in my
arms as he cried.
After what seemed like an eternity, he drew back and looked into my eyes. I was crying too. "I love you Uncle
Charlie. I always have. I needed you to give me what no other man ever could."
"But how did you know? No don't answer. I'm afraid to find out." I snuggled close to him and whispered in his ear.
'"You want to know. I know you too well Uncle Charlie. I know you won't dare ask mom so I will tell you."
I kissed him long and hard on the lips. Reluctantly his lips parted and his tongue sought mine. I broke the kiss and
smiled at him. Even with my asshole screaming, my cunt throbbing, I wanted more of this man. I wanted him like I
never wanted any man in my life. I smiled at him and he gave me a crooked smile in return. "I'll tell you. But not
before we take a shower. I need another drink. Jeez! I've never been fucked like that in my life." I got up and went
into the bathroom. He followed me in and we washed each other in the shower.
We were seated back before the fire. Drinks in our hands as we stared into the dancing flames. "When I was 18,
after working for awhile, I decided to by mom a new mattress and boxed spring. She was out of town on business
and I was going to surprise her when she got back. Well I took the old stuff and turned it on its side. I was dragging
out the boxed spring when I heard something rattle. Inspecting I found a bag had been pushed up into a hole in it. I
took the bag out and opened it up. I found a bunch of pictures tied with rubber bands. The first picture had mom
dressed in a see-thru nightie. Being curious, I looked thru all of them. One picture showed her with her lips wrapped
around a dick. Thinking they were pictures of my dad, I kept looking. Imagine my shock and surprise when I saw a
picture of you lying on the bed naked. The sheets were the same as the ones she was laying on so I guessed you had
taken pictures of her and she you. Along with the pictures was a videotape. It showed you fucking mom the same
way you just fucked me. That's how I knew what to say and what to expect. Well when mom came home and found I
had changed her mattress and boxed spring she freaked. She was ranting and raving about me messing with her
things. When I handed her the bag, she looked at me and knew I had seen what was inside. She broke down and
cried. That night she told me everything about the two of you. That's when I made up my mind that I had to make
you fuck me. I'm not jealous of mom Uncle Charlie. This has nothing to do with her. Since the time you spanked me
there has been a big hole in my life. No matter what man I was with, they never seemed to satisfy me completely.
There was always something missing. After seeing the pictures, the video and talking to mom, I knew what it was."
"I've never done that before, will it hurt?" she asked, sleepy eyed. We hadn't seen each other in over a month, we'd
been kissing and had shed most of our clothes. The atmosphere was heavy with lust, it seemed like a good time to
ask.
"I don't know, beautiful, I've never done it either. If it does, we'll stop," I answered. I appraised her mood, then
added, "It might just be fantastic." She stared distantly at the bookshelves lining the walls of the living room as she
considered the sex act I had proposed. My erected cock attracted her scrutiny and a seductive smile touched her
lips. She drained her zinfandel and slipped off her lilac silk undies. Bingo.
He had left a phone message at my apartment asking me to pick him up at the heliport when I got home from work.
Over a bite to eat he'd told me happily that his idea had worked, the new platform was successfully online, and that
he had two weeks off. There was more. He'd showed me a two thousand dollar check payable to Gregory Wright:
moving expenses. He'd been offered a new position at the main office, a good one in engineering. He'd said he was
going to sell his house, and asked me to quit my job, move to Houston and live with him. I'd accepted at once.
At last, an end to the long, lonely separations and bittersweet satellite phone calls (he called them sexsats).
Soundbites of raising kids and dogs on a pleasant suburban street in Houston flickered briefly in my mind. But there
was no indication from him on how he felt about that. He liked my body, obviously, and in his methodical way he
was moving to secure access to it in the future. Was there anything else happening here? Well, there would be time
to reflect later.
When we'd gotten to his house he'd fired up the gas logs and I'd poured some drinks. We'd toasted to our future,
then he'd asked me very considerately for anal sex. It was the first time he had asked me for anything unusual, but I
wasn't surprised by it. He had hinted on several occasions about wanting to do more with my ass than just admire
it, but I had nervously laughed it off. I knew the idea fascinated him when rear entry gradually became his favorite
position for making love. So far, though, I had resisted anal because I was afraid it would be painful. I had an sudden
inclination to be obstinate and refuse again, in the face of this obviously engineered 'romantic' situation. But
perhaps it was time to change my mind. He wouldn't hurt me intentionally, I was certain of that. I looked at his ripe
dick, well proportioned, high and hard, and decided that his proposition stimulated me more than it frightened me.
Besides, didn't roommates share everything with each other?
"It's your lucky day, Wright. My ass is up for grabs," I teased. He laughed, threw a duvet over the big Queen Anne's
chair next to the fireplace, and sat down. I stood in front of him and turned away.
"Do you want to use a rubber?" he asked, quietly.
"I'm OK without it, if you are," I said.
"Then up against the rod and spread 'em, baby." he said, playfully. I showed myself to him unashamed, opening my
buttcheeks with my palms. He rubbed his hands over my inner thighs and through my crack. Then he spread my legs
outside of his, pulled me over him, put a generous drop of lubricant on his finger and touched my butthole. I
shivered. He held his dick up for me and I used the armrests to lower myself onto it. I was very turned on and when
the bulbous head began to penetrate me, the thought of what I was doing brought on a small orgasm. Warm liquid
trickled down one thigh. I took a moment to recover, then tried again.
"Wait, sweetheart," he said, then took his dick and slid it back and forth through my wet pussy lips.
She became exhilarated when my naked cock touched her sex, and she grabbed it with both hands and leaned
forward to sink her pussy onto me. I pulled her back. She whimpered, her legs shaking. She seemed to be building to
a climax already, or maybe just ending one. I repositioned her luscious backside over my cock, and she lowered
herself onto me.
"I don't know about this, you're awfully big," she said fearfully, pausing.
"It'll be fine," I assured her. I was hoping that if I got her quickly past the initial entry things would proceed smoothly
from there. So I held her firmly around the waist with my cock touching her butthole, wanting to make sure that she
didn't get startled and stand up. I flexed the muscles in my dick to harden it, then I lifted my pelvis and my wet
cockhead slid suddenly through the muscular resistance at her entrance.
She stiffened and sighed, "Fuck."
"Are you all right?" I asked her.
"I'm OK. Go slow." She shook her head and her short chestnut hair brushed my face. Her leg muscles trembled from
the effort of holding herself halfway up, and with her asshole clenched around the head of my organ, it provided an
interesting sensation, to say the least. I could smell the musky perfume wafting up from between her legs. Wow, this
was just about all the foreplay that I could handle.
He pulled down firmly on my hips, and eased himself inside me. I was very tight and he could not enter easily. I could
sense his urge to fuck me growing stronger now, and I knew he was resisting the desire to ram himself in. I didn't
think I could handle that. He sunk his shaft a little further and it was too much, too quickly.
"No! I can't!" I cried out.
He stopped immediately and whispered to me encouragingly, "Don't worry, babe, I won't hurt you. We'll go at your
speed now. Tell me if you need to rest."
"OK," I agreed. I usually take his advice in sexual matters, he's more experienced than I am. I relaxed a little, and I felt
myself open around his hardness. His dick is not extremely long, I can cover his shaft with both hands, but it's fairly
wide and his cockhead is as big around as an egg. I am petite and quite narrow in the hips. I knew what we were
doing was physically possible, some of my girlfriends told me they loved it, but I still had some reservations.
He spread some lube on the shaft of his dick, then sat completely still. I settled down on him slowly, a little at a time,
testing for uncomfortable feelings. As I engulfed his body with mine, the increasing pressure in my bowels made me
feel like I had to take a dump. I resisted what I guessed was an spurious impulse, given the circumstances. When
most of his shaft had been worked into me I froze and gulped at another unfamiliar sensation. I was feeling some
pressure at the expansion of my butthole, nothing serious, but I also felt something deeper inside that stirred a
forgotten memory. My body thrilled to the kind of adrenaline rush I hadn't felt since my first orgasm in elementary
school.
"Still OK?" he asked, concerned.
"Uh-huh," I affirmed. I realized suddenly that this wasn't going to hurt at all, it was fun actually. He was getting
what he wanted, and it was starting to feel pretty damn good to me too. A win-win situation. I became elated.
She hesitated and I thought she'd taken as much of me as she could. But somehow she knew to adjust the angle of
her hips and then abruptly sat down fully into my lap.
"We did it," she said brightly.
I smiled, "We sure did, honey. You're amazing." It was true. I don't think I could have done that. I've had prostate
exams and just a finger was lively enough for me.
This was a long held fantasy come true. Fantasies are a good thing when you're 20 miles offshore in the Gulf of
Mexico, surrounded by roughnecks for a month at a time. I admit that thinking about taking her in the ass had
inspired quite a few 'manual pressure reliefs' this past year. Her little tush sported beautiful third order curves that
jiggled pleasingly when she walked. I couldn't look at her in a skirt anymore without wanting to lift it up and fuck her
from behind, which I do regularly. Now I was really livin' in the tall cotton.
Our future looked bright. Holly and I had met through mutual friends on a dinner-dance cruise over in Galveston.
We had felt an instant attraction and we'd been seeing each other exclusively ever since. She was serious about her
career and worked long hours, so my lengthy absences didn't seem to overly upset her, as they had other women
I'd known. We trusted each other so much that we'd both had HIV tests and had recently stopped using condoms.
Yes, we were having a lot of fun together, but did she want a protracted relationship? I hoped so. She was smart,
funny, pretty, socially graceful. I liked her a lot.
I ended my reverie and took in the view. Her feet were off the carpet now and dangling against my shins. Her
thighs were on top of mine, her nicely rounded buttocks pressed tight and hot against my groin. All the tautness in
her body was gone, she seemed happy and relaxed. She leaned forward experimentally, and her perky little breasts
and delicate waist were so beautiful it hurt to look. My cock was steel pipe hard, shot straight up through her
asscheeks, penetrating her deeply. Her channel held me tightly like a pair of strong, velvet-gloved hands. Shit, my
hormones really kicked in now. My heartbeat speeded up and hot blood flushed into my cock as I had a sudden
mental picture of what this beautiful young woman and I were doing with each others bodies. She must have felt me
growing into her and I swear she mewed like a cat.
He put a finger on my clit. I knew he meant well, but I didn't want to come like that so I took his hands and cupped
them over my tits.
"On my boobs, if you don't mind," I said. He pulled me back to rest against him. I could feel his organ enlarging
inside me and my butthole was expanding quite a bit around its base. This was getting pretty intense.
He breathed into my hair, "Baby, you're beautiful."
I whispered back, "I feel your dick in my throat." He chuckled and ticked my nipples. I jumped.
"You bastard," I said, completing our little ritual. He squeezed his pubic muscles and moved his dick sensuously inside
my ass. His mouth began devouring the back of my neck, I trembled as his tongue wetly tasted me. His strong
hands rhythmically squeezed my breasts, sending gusts of pleasure through my body. God, this was much better
than I thought it would be.
I cursed in a husky voice and said, "You feel wonderful."
She put her hands on the chair arms and lifted herself up, but we were a little dry and my expanded organ now
locked us together quite tightly. Her upward movement painfully stretched the skin of my cock over its hard inner
core, like a condom. I tensed, and she sensed my discomfort and nestled her buttocks back down into my lap. Her
weight was fully on me, and it was obvious that we were not going to be moving much, so we just rested there for a
few moments. What do I do now? This wasn't at all what I had pictured anal intercourse to be. I had imagined her on
all fours, me kneeling behind deep stroking into her. Or possibly...
"Put your legs together," I ordered. His breathing rate was slowing, and I sensed that the lack of movement would
not be stimulating enough to get him off. This was unacceptable, but I thought I had a solution. I reached down to
gently lift his ball sack and allow him to bring his legs together. Then I brought mine together on top of his, trapping
his testicles comfortably in the hollow space between his legs and my bottom.
"That's friendlier," I said, satisfied. I knew that his balls were very sensitive, I could make him come by just holding his
shaft and playing with them. I moved my backside around on his crotch and felt his dick jump inside me. It was
working. Now I was really getting excited, I hadn't touched myself but I was close to coming. I thought he might be
too. Some sex talk, then, he liked that.
She reached under my thighs to get some leverage, and squirmed her ass around on my nuts. That felt interesting.
How did she know these things?
"I'm really stoked," she said suddenly, and pulled herself down, hard. My cock inched in a little further.
"What?" I said stupidly, taken by surprise.
"I want you to come inside my ass," she explained, completely unembarrassed.
"Why you saucy little tart," I chided. She rocked from side to side and spread her butt cheeks apart one at a time
with her fingers, molding herself more tightly onto my genitals. I was balls to the wall, now. The heat where our
bodies coupled was incredible.
She added quickly, "I'm ready, let's go." She rotated her bottom on me and bounced a little, really getting into it. We
both groaned. I put my face in her hair and my hands on her waist and hung on for the ride.
Suddenly she stopped moving and turned her head back, her voice like heavy cream, "Mmmmm, come inside me,
baby, I wanna feel you spurt. I'm gonna come all over your beautiful cock when you do. Everything's OK, just relax
and let go. It'll feel so good, babe, you know it will. It'll feel so good, so good." Fuck! I was speechless. This was
most fantastic sex I had ever experienced. I was so deeply inside this girl I could feel her pulse. Pre-orgasmic
contractions were chasing through my cock, now. I tried to calm myself so I could enjoy this a little longer, but I was
being galvanized by her words and the sensations her body was giving me.
As I wiggled my ass on him, a past experience came to mind, and I closed my eyes to visualize a handjob we had
once shared. I love this as much as he does because he shoots more sperm than anyone I have ever been with. I had
straddled his hips and stroked him off with baby oil while holding his organ straight up. He came hard, it was
fascinating to watch the fleshy head inflate to the bursting point with each squirt. His dick had swelled and jerked
powerfully in my grip and I had to hold on strongly to keep it upright. He'd shot long jets of come at least 5 inches
into the air. It flowed down over both of my hands, hot and slick. The thought of him coming like that inside my rear
end prompted a shiver of excited anticipation. It was going to be incredible.
She was a wildcat again, moaning and wriggling in my lap, actually waving her arms like she was dancing the dang
twist or something. And every bounce was kneading and squeezing my balls indescribably. The sounds of our
lovemaking, the scents of our bodies, the fleshy voluptuous feel of her, it was too much.
"Oh God, babe, here I go," I groaned. I closed my eyes as I lost control, and felt the muscles in my sex organs
tensing tighter and tighter until they spasmed. I heard her say something and felt her grab my balls. I hung on the
edge, motionless. The quivering continued for a moment, then the muscles fatigued, became still, and released with a
convulsive series of closely spaced, powerful contractions.
I sat bolt upright and stopped moving when I heard his warning, I wanted to feel everything. I said, "I love you,"
reached between my legs, took his nuts in both hands and squeezed. He groaned and began ejaculating hotly into
me, his hardness surging upward. As he discharged I felt a very pleasurable, luxurious warmth spreading higher and
higher into my abdomen. Contractions in my pussy synchronized with his injections, and my anus clenched excitingly
on his shaft. I felt a tingling in my whole body like I had struck my funny bone all over. This was heavenly.
I growled deep in my chest as I erupted into her, pumping gush after gush of hot sperm forcefully into her tight little
ass, the orgasmic pleasure of the rippling emission up through my swelling shaft unbearable, pulsing cockhead wide
open with paralyzing sensitivity, heart racing, lungs heaving, muscles straining, pelvis shuddering, I poured myself
out through my cock into her softness. My consciousness narrowed to breathing and fierce sexual pleasure,
everything else unimportant. I came back to my senses feeling the tight walls of her rectum ballooning away from my
cockhead as the pressure and volume of my injected semen increased. I heard her gasp each time I shot into her.
Finally, my contractions slowed as I emptied, but the waves of spasmodic pleasure continued as her sphincter
tightened rhythmically, milking my cock. I almost couldn't handle this, it was overwhelming. Then she fell back onto
my chest and climaxed.
I sat impaled on his orgasming cock and was shaken like an antelope in a lions grip. His hips bucked under my ass
and air escaped from my lungs in grunts. We were like animals. His body had become a tool of primeval male instinct,
uncontrollably pumping into me everything it could muster. I was bulging with his flesh and sperm, insatiably draining
him, completely receptive. It was unbelievably, deliciously sexy. I released his balls with one hand and two strokes
over my clit was all I needed. I plunged a finger into my pussy and arched my back strongly against him as I peaked,
groaning in delight at the unbearable ecstasy flooding through me. Overwhelmed by profound sexual release, my
whole body convulsed strongly over and over.
Her shivering orgasm was extremely passionate. Her spasms subsided and then started again, resulting in another
moaning climax. It was awe inspiring. She looked angelic. At last she relaxed on me, totally spent. We rested a little,
my shaft buried in her warmth as we caught our breath. I kissed her neck and tasted salt while I caressed her
breasts, my cock still spasming occasionally.
I wanted to try fucking now that we were lubricated. I put my feet on the floor on both sides of him and my hands
on his knees, and started moving my ass up and down over his shaft, a little farther each time, coating his cock with
semen. Soon I was slowly stroking along his full length. His dick felt liquid and silky inside me. It was good, different,
but good. He begged me to stop, explaining that he liked what I was doing but that post-orgasmic sensitivity made
it too intense.
"Maybe I'm too hot for you, old man," I wisecracked, and lifted myself off him to get some towels.
"I think I have better motion lotion at my place," she called from the guest bathroom, "we'll try that next time." She
walked toward me, her silhouette was breathtaking against the shifting firelight. "I wonder what they'll say at the
bank. Maybe I can get a transfer to..." She stopped when she saw my face.
"Holly, I have to ask you something." I said.
"Yes?" she replied, expectantly.
"Were you afraid?" She was quiet a long time, gazing at the fire. I thought I had accidentally insulted her.
She looked back and whispered, "Yes."
"That I would hurt you?"
"No," she said.
Thank God for that, "What, then?" I asked.
She made a face, "That I would fart." I laughed, and she tried to glare at me. I realized I'd made my decision. I stood
up and took her hand.
"I love you, Mrs. Wright," I said, looking into her eyes. Her smile started, wavered. I nodded. We stood there for a
long time, grinning at each other like idiots.
important WineX info
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WineX 2.0
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· Score: -1, Troll
There's still a lot more manpower in OSS. It's just more fractious.
If by "fractious" you mean "reeking of cum, sweat and ass, fueled by mental perversion and self-loathing, rough, brutal, disease-ridden, and useless in the field of software engineering", then sure.
in order for 3:1 version number bloat to work effectively, version 0.33 (aka v1.0) needs to not be a piece of shit. however, seeing as Mozilla 0.9.8 (aka v2.9.4) still crashes after less than three hours of use, consistently on my machine, and no previous versions have worked any better, version number bloat is not an option.
notice how fast AOL took on this project? the Open Source community has been farting around for years with Mozilla and Gecko, not really going anywhere with it (4 years to 1.0 is not good time), but now that AOL has jumped in, things happen immediately.
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dude, Xenix has been out for years!!
Microsoft reliability with UNIX(tm) price. unbeatable.
I want to be right in the middle of the battle for Middle Earth!! :D
I just don't understand how the Feds create these kinds of requirements.
It's easy. You just pay enough money as a tribute, and things start happening. There's more greasy palms in the FCC than in every nudie booth in the world.
Crappy thing is, for the companies paying their way into the lawbooks, it's 100% totally worth the price.
now even more people will spend half their freakin' days on the phone. just what America needs.
i say let Japan keep their toys. look at their culture in the cities; there's so much sensory saturation, it's creepy.
i am typing this post on a Macintosh SE/30 which my family purchased in 1989.
:)
seems like it still works to me.
for older hardware still being used, just ask Junis
This is a good point. The Editors have not said boo lately about subscriptions -- I bet you a dollar that means they didn't get jack. Please read on before modding me.
Mr Malda can take this as a lesson. Rusty from k5 rustled up about $35,000 by passing the hat around, and at last count Slashdot had collected about 1/10 that, for offering "premium" service. It goes to show, if you treat your users with respect to the point of fanaticism, they will hold you in high regard with similar vigor. If you irritate 50% of them at any given time, you get it right back.
It looks like the Internet Age is heading towards dusk for VA; it's spent well over a month under $1 and will most likely be delisted when things in the stock market loosen up a bit.
Can Slashdot go free again? Without a change in leadership, I'm not so sure.
mod this guy down, and let's move on, ok?
1) All musicians started out as local bands.
Not true. Many acts with dubious musical value (NKOTB, Britney Spears, the Strokes, etc) did not go through any period of being local acts before breaking big. Clear Channel and their record companies put them there.
someone mod this guy up. well-themed pinball tables are even more immersive than video games. they really give your mind room to get into a groove and let your imagination run wild. Episode I Pinball is a great table.
also see Medieval Madness for the best pinball game ever made by mortal man. RIP, Williams Pinball Division.
the porn industry generally has the cutting edge of the computer industry at any given time. if you want to see what the industry's real, monetary leaders are doing, look to them for example.
Something to think about
yeah, the less we eat, the more we can eat! how are we gonna do that?!
And people design sites inorder to get the most users. That means having to code for IE.
Why not code for all browsers instead? Why immediately cut off part of your audience when you don't have to?
Give me a break.
This post is not insightful in the least (nor funny, informative, etc). It's a Slashbot clawing for upmods by pointing out that a dying supernova is a dying star dying.
We know that. Put this guy below +2 so people with high thresholds don't waste their time reading it.
I guess it's fine and good that Red Hat is getting in on this. But there's very little need for 64-bit desktop systems (as demonstrated by the Itanium and Alpha's consumer-market failure). 32 bits is plenty for virtually every application of a desktop computer, and will be for quite some time.
i heartily invite you to eat a bag of shit and shoot yourself in the head.
yeah. pretty much, big guy.
check out this Babelfish of a European perspective. it's quite cavernous in its depth, with a fiery red tone throughout. overall, it's quite positive.
twentieth post assholes
"Hello Uncle Charlie. Hi this is Tiffany. Are you by chance going up to your cabin this weekend?"
"Great! Do you think I could come up and spend the weekend."
"No nothings wrong, I just feel a bit burned out. I figured a weekend without the phone or friends would recharge
my batteries."
"You still call me baby girl after all these years."
"Thanks Uncle Charlie, you're the best." I hung up the phone and smiled as I lay back on my bed. I had planned this
moment for months.
I thought back to the time that caused me to feel this way. I was 16 and lived with my mom. My dad left us soon
after I was born. Being one of 7 children my mom had lots of sisters and brothers. But Uncle Charlie was my
favorite. He was younger than mom but always acted older than she was. She always looked up to him and it was
just natural that he would be like a second dad to me. He was there for every birthday, Christmas, good time and
bad.
He was also the one who gave me most of my spankings. The last time Uncle Charlie spanked me I was 16. Mom
had to go out of town on business and he volunteered to stay with me. Since he was at our house most of the time,
it was no big deal. Anyway, I was supposed to go to a party that Friday night. It was a costume party and I was
going dressed like a slut.
My costume was a sweater two sizes too small, a skirt that barely covered my cunt and ass, high heels and no
underwear. I was also taking smokes and a bottle of wine. Uncle Charlie was sitting in the living room when I was
ready to go. He knew about the party but didn't know what kind of party it was going to be. We had finished dinner
and he was drinking his favorite drink as he watched TV. He always called me his best bartender. It was my job to
fix all his drinks. I had made his last two kind of strong hoping he would fall asleep before I left. I was ready to go
out the door when Uncle Charlie called me to the living room.
"Let me see what you're wearing. Can't have you going out looking like some easy pickup for all the horny boys out
there." With that he made me open my coat. His eyes got wide when he saw how I was dressed. "You must have
lost all the little bit of sense I thought you had. If you think that you are leaving this house dressed like that, you
have another thing coming."
I begged and pleaded with him to let me go dressed as I was. I told him that I would be OK. I knew everyone at the
party and wouldn't let anything happen that I didn't want to. At 16 I had lost my virginity awhile ago.
"It's what you may want to happen that scares me. Either change your clothes or don't go. That's my final word."
There was one thing that I knew about Uncle Charlie. When he gave his final word on something, even mom didn't
go against him. I was either going as I was or stubborn kid that I was, I wasn't going.
Well I have always been a stubborn, hardheaded kid so I there I was sitting in my room pouting. I'd show Uncle
Charlie, I sat on my bed, drinking wine from the bottle. I should have known that uncle Charlie would stick his head
in to check on me. Even when he was mad and had given me a spanking, he would still check on me and tell me that
he was sorry he had to spank me. Well this time when he stuck his head in the door, (without knocking) he found
me propped up on my bed. I was still dressed in my sweater and skirt.
That wasn't so bad, except that I had the bottle of wine in my hand, a cigarette in my mouth and a dildo between
my legs.
I had been thinking about the club that I was supposed to join at the party. A few of the girls belonged to a
double-fuck club. That was where a girl was being fucked in both holes at the same time. That was part of the
reason for my costume. He stood there staring at me and I saw his eyes grow cold. Oh shit! I was in for it now.
There would be no excuse I could give him that would sooth his anger.
"Get your nasty ass in the living room." He left the door open and I reluctantly got up and with head bowed went
into the living room. He sat in his chair, smoke rising around his head as he puffed hard on his cigarette. It looked
almost like smoke was rising from his head but I dare not laugh. He was madder than I had seen him in a long time. I
stood in front of his chair.
"I could have forgiven you for wearing that slut outfit. I could have even let it go that you were ready to sneak out
the house wearing it. But that disgusting spectacle I saw as I opened your door, that I would not forgive." I stood
there in my outfit and for the first time since I put it on, I felt dirty. "Take that shit off."
I turned to go to my room.
"Where the fuck are you going? Take off those clothes. Right here! Right now!" This was going to be a bad
spanking. I was just a bit smaller than I am now. At 16, my tits were developed; my ass was just a bit smaller than it
is now and I had been having sex for the last 2yrs, so I know my pussy was just as grown up as it is now. I stood
before Uncle Charlie and pulled the sweater over my head. My twin mounds were firm.
They stood up with no support. I dare not look at Uncle Charlie as my fingers hooked my skirt and pushed it down
over my hips. I stood before him now totally naked. He looked at me for a few moments, then grabbed my hand and
pulled me over his lap. His hand rested on my soft ass. I knew that my ass was soft and round. Many boys would
rub and squeeze my ass whenever they got the chance. Uncle Charlie didn't seem interested in my soft ass.
He raised his hand and liquid fire landed on my ass. I remember screaming and kicking my legs. Over and over his
hand landed on my ass. Somewhere during the spanking, things changed. I remember feeling a fire begin to simmer
between my legs. I know that my moans changed pitch. Uncle Charlie was rubbing my ass as he scolded me. "I will
not allow you to run around looking like some cheap whore. Your mom and I have worked too hard to make you into
a lady. I never again want to see you dressing the way you did tonight. No more smoking! No more drinking! At
least not until you become of age. Then you can do whatever you want."
I could feel wetness between my legs. I hoped that it wasn't showing on Uncle Charlie's robe. Suddenly he began to
spank me again. This time though, he was spanking me on my thighs. His big rough hands were landing on my ass,
my thighs and even between my legs. Sometimes his hand would slap the lips of my pussy and I know I moaned
when he did. Not from pain, I had stopped feeling pain. Instead I felt the fire burning hotter.
I was moaning and calling his name when he finally stopped. I stood up and turned to look at my uncle. There was no
mistaking the big lump in his robe. He sent me to my room and told me to close the door. I can only guess that he
must have given his hard dick a good workout. Back in my room, I couldn't help but finger my hot pussy till I came. I
didn't connect his spanking with my horniness until years later.
Now here I was almost 10 years later. I never forgot the feeling that Uncle Charlie's spanking gave me. Nor have I
found anyone who could make me feel that way. I learned a lot since my last spanking from Uncle Charlie. I found
out that there was a lot more between him and my mom than I thought. But that is a story all by itself. I had planned
a very elaborate scheme to get Uncle Charlie to spank me again. Friday came more quickly than I would have
wanted.
I met Uncle Charlie after work and we took the ride to Pennsylvania in his jeep. We stopped at the liquor store and
also stopped at the supermarket. I asked Uncle Charlie to start a fire as soon as we got to the cabin. We talked all
during the time we made dinner. After dinner when we were sitting before the fire, I said I was going to take a
shower. I went to my room and took a quick shower. Then I dressed in the lingerie I had picked specifically for this
moment and put my robe on over it. Uncle Charlie had also gone and took a shower. He was sitting in his robe
before the fire when I came out my room.
When I was younger I would sit on the rug by his side. Many times, mom would sit across from him. I would sit and
listen as the two of them talked about things I couldn't understand. Now at 25, I was sitting on the rug at uncle
Charlie's feet. We were both sipping the drinks I had made. I still made his drinks, only this time; I made his twice as
strong as mine. I leaned my head on his knee and just like when I was a child, his hand dropped down on my head
and he twined his hand in my hair.
"Remember when I was small Uncle Charlie? You were just like a dad to me. You were there whenever I needed you.
You bought me presents, told me what to do and even spanked me when I was bad."
Uncle Charlie laughed. "And as I remember, there were times when you were very bad." I could tell that the drinks
were having their effect on him. It was time to play my ace card. I laughed along with him. "Remember when I was
16 and tried to sneak out to that party. You gave me the hardest spanking I can ever remember."
Uncle Charlie's hand stopped moving. "I remember. You had dressed like a slut to go to some party. I said no and
you went into your room. When I came to check on you, you were sitting up in bed, drinking from a wind bottle. You
had a cigarette sticking out your mouth." He stopped talking then.
"You can say it Uncle Charlie. I'm a lot older and wiser now. I was sitting on my bed with a dildo stuck in my cunt.
You made me undress and lay across your lap. You gave me a spanking I have remembered all these years. But
something else happened that night."
I let things hang unsaid. Uncle Charlie didn't say a word. His hand started stroking my head again. Only this time it
was softer, gentler. "Uncle Charlie?"
"Yes baby girl."
I smiled at hearing him call me by my pet name. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Honey, you know that you can tell me anything. What's the matter?"
"Remember the night you spanked me? Well sometime during that spanking, things began to change. All of a sudden
the spanking made me feel so hot and funny. I didn't know it then, but that spanking turned me on in such a way,
I've never felt like that since. I've tried to find that feeling with other men, but nothing ever duplicated it."
I could feel Uncle Charlie as his breathing changed. He was starting to breathe a bit faster. "What are you trying to
say baby girl?" I turned around and looked at Uncle Charlie. He was older than when I was 16, but he still had a way
of making me feel so good inside. It was now or never. I had to take a chance and put all my marbles in one pocket.
His eyes looked down at me. I just know he knew what I was about to say. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
"I want you to spank me Uncle Charlie. Spank me the way you spanked me when I was 16. I have to know if what
I'm feeling is real." I felt his hand clench as he held my hair. It hurt but I dare not cry out. I bit my lower lip until it
almost bled.
"I can't baby girl. Please don't ask me to do that. You don't know what almost happened the last time I spanked
you." I was not about to let his fear stop me at this point. I had planned too long and gotten too close to what I
wanted. No! What I needed. I turned until I was kneeling before him. Between his legs the way I used to do when I
was a child.
"I do know what happened Uncle Charlie. I saw the erection you had. I know how close you came to making love to
me. The way you felt my ass, the way you squeezed and kneaded my flesh. I need you to do this Uncle Charlie. I have
to know if what I felt was only because it was you spanking me. Will you make me go from man to man like the slut
you saw me dressed as? Is that what you want me to do Uncle Charlie?"
I opened my robe and let it fall. Uncle Charlie looked at me. I was dressed in an outfit that left nothing to the
imagination. The material was sheer enough to seem invisible. He could see my hard nipples and the hair on my cunt.
Uncle Charlie was breathing heavy. I could see him lick his lips. His hand shook and he half lifted it then let it fall. A
soft sob escaped his throat. "Do you want to think about some pervert spanking me? Do you think he'll care about
me the way you do? Or will he hurt me? I need you to do this for me. I need you like I never needed you before. Do
this for me Uncle Charlie. Do this for us." I laid myself across his lap and held my breath. I felt his hand, still rough,
still strong as he set it on my ass. He was slowly squeezing my cheeks. I began to breathe again.
I felt the wetness between my legs begin to grow. Uncle Charlie raised his hand. For almost 10yrs I thought I
remembered how his hand felt. But I wasn't ready for the liquid fire that burst upon my ass. It hurt like hell but the
only thing I could do was moan. "Oh Uncle Charlie", was all I could say. His hand raised and lowered again and
again. I felt the hot tears roll down my cheek. I also felt something else. It was him. It was the spanking that Uncle
Charlie gave me that made me so hot. The ember that had simmered in my pussy all these years burst into a blazing
inferno. He didn't hold back. He spanked me with his bare hand and I felt like a child again. But this time I was a
woman. And I had knowledge that would make this night like no other night in my life.
Uncle Charlie spanked me again and again. I cried and I came, over and over. When his hand stopped, he was
rubbing my ass. His hand slipped between my thighs and I opened them gladly. When his fingers touched my
throbbing pussy I moaned and welcomed his probing digits. I knew what I had to do now. I slipped from his lap. As
I knew it would be, his dick was hard as stone. I knelt between his legs and as my hand sought his throbbing cock,
he wrapped my hair in his hand. As my mouth slipped over the pulsing head of his cock, his hand tightened in my
hair. He pulled hard until I moaned as my tongue washed his cockhead. I knew what he would do next and I steadied
myself.
As I knew he would, he began to work my head up and down. He was forcing me to take his entire dick down my
throat. I was ready for him. As a matter of fact, I had practiced on a few boys just getting ready for this moment. I
knew he wouldn't cum this way. I smiled to myself even as I felt the gag reflex begin. I gagged and choked just like
he expected me to. He pulled my head off his dick and smiled down at me. Had I not known what to expect, that
smile would have scared me half to death. He was no longer the loving, caring and sweet uncle I so loved. He was a
man consumed with his own private lust.
He pulled me up onto his lap. My legs straddled the chair, facing him as he pulled me close to him. Even though I
was ready for his intrusion, the sheer force of it made me scream. He pulled me down on his throbbing cock as hard
as he could. Then he raised me up and slammed me back down on it. I knew what he wanted to hear. I grabbed his
shoulders.
My nails dug in hard. I knew they were drawing blood but I had come too far to back down now. "Make me behave.
Fuck me till I promise not to act like a slut anymore. Oh Charlie! You incestuous bastard. Give it to me." I knew those
words would inflame him even more. My pussy felt like he was ripping it apart. I had never felt a more delicious
feeling in my life. There was no going back, no stopping him from this point on. He was mine and I was his until the
ride stopped. With his strength alone, he picked me up.
Still attached to his throbbing shaft that was buried deeper in my cunt than any other man had ever been, my legs
wrapped tightly around his waist, he walked with me to the bedroom. I grunted as we fell on the bed and he slid in
even further. The muscles in my cunt were going berserk. I don't know how many times I had cum already. But he
was just getting started. I just hoped I could last thru what was to come.
Uncle Charlie pulled his dick out until just the tip was in. Then looking down at me, he slowly slid it up into my pussy
until I grunted from the full insertion. My nails were ripping into his back something fierce. He fucked me slow.
I begged; I pleaded but he wouldn't stop. Then he pulled out. I lay moaning my legs splayed open before me. He
grabbed my ankles and turned me over on my stomach. I felt him pull me up by my waist. His tongue was red hot as
he licked my puckered hole. Only two men have ever fucked me up the ass. Both of their dicks were much smaller
than Uncle Charlie's and they had been gentle. Uncle Charlie would not be gentle. His tongue stabbed into my
asshole repeatedly. I knew he was getting me ready for his assault.
I tried to relax and calm my breathing but nothing worked. Then I felt his thumbs prying my cheeks apart. I took a
deep breath and held it. Nothing could have prepared me for the searing pain. I though he had ruined me for life. I
remember screaming and then I think I passed out. The next thing I remember was hearing him grunt every time he
shoved that red-hot poker up my ass. I lay there crying and screaming from the pain.
Then I felt him stiffen. He shook all over then let out a loud scream. It felt like he was shooting gallons of cum up my
ass. The hot cream scalded me at first then seemed to bath my tender, ravaged asshole with a soothing balm. I
don't know if I came from his brutal assfucking. But I felt more alive than I ever felt in my life. He collapsed on top
of me and held me tight.
I cried out as he pulled his withering cock from my ass. Then I turned in his arms and held him. 'Why baby girl? Why
did you make me do this?"
I could only shower his face with kisses as I kept repeating, "Thank you Uncle Charlie. Thank you!" I held him in my
arms as he cried.
After what seemed like an eternity, he drew back and looked into my eyes. I was crying too. "I love you Uncle
Charlie. I always have. I needed you to give me what no other man ever could."
"But how did you know? No don't answer. I'm afraid to find out." I snuggled close to him and whispered in his ear.
'"You want to know. I know you too well Uncle Charlie. I know you won't dare ask mom so I will tell you."
I kissed him long and hard on the lips. Reluctantly his lips parted and his tongue sought mine. I broke the kiss and
smiled at him. Even with my asshole screaming, my cunt throbbing, I wanted more of this man. I wanted him like I
never wanted any man in my life. I smiled at him and he gave me a crooked smile in return. "I'll tell you. But not
before we take a shower. I need another drink. Jeez! I've never been fucked like that in my life." I got up and went
into the bathroom. He followed me in and we washed each other in the shower.
We were seated back before the fire. Drinks in our hands as we stared into the dancing flames. "When I was 18,
after working for awhile, I decided to by mom a new mattress and boxed spring. She was out of town on business
and I was going to surprise her when she got back. Well I took the old stuff and turned it on its side. I was dragging
out the boxed spring when I heard something rattle. Inspecting I found a bag had been pushed up into a hole in it. I
took the bag out and opened it up. I found a bunch of pictures tied with rubber bands. The first picture had mom
dressed in a see-thru nightie. Being curious, I looked thru all of them. One picture showed her with her lips wrapped
around a dick. Thinking they were pictures of my dad, I kept looking. Imagine my shock and surprise when I saw a
picture of you lying on the bed naked. The sheets were the same as the ones she was laying on so I guessed you had
taken pictures of her and she you. Along with the pictures was a videotape. It showed you fucking mom the same
way you just fucked me. That's how I knew what to say and what to expect. Well when mom came home and found I
had changed her mattress and boxed spring she freaked. She was ranting and raving about me messing with her
things. When I handed her the bag, she looked at me and knew I had seen what was inside. She broke down and
cried. That night she told me everything about the two of you. That's when I made up my mind that I had to make
you fuck me. I'm not jealous of mom Uncle Charlie. This has nothing to do with her. Since the time you spanked me
there has been a big hole in my life. No matter what man I was with, they never seemed to satisfy me completely.
There was always something missing. After seeing the pictures, the video and talking to mom, I knew what it was."
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"I've never done that before, will it hurt?" she asked, sleepy eyed. We hadn't seen each other in over a month, we'd
been kissing and had shed most of our clothes. The atmosphere was heavy with lust, it seemed like a good time to
ask.
"I don't know, beautiful, I've never done it either. If it does, we'll stop," I answered. I appraised her mood, then
added, "It might just be fantastic." She stared distantly at the bookshelves lining the walls of the living room as she
considered the sex act I had proposed. My erected cock attracted her scrutiny and a seductive smile touched her
lips. She drained her zinfandel and slipped off her lilac silk undies. Bingo.
He had left a phone message at my apartment asking me to pick him up at the heliport when I got home from work.
Over a bite to eat he'd told me happily that his idea had worked, the new platform was successfully online, and that
he had two weeks off. There was more. He'd showed me a two thousand dollar check payable to Gregory Wright:
moving expenses. He'd been offered a new position at the main office, a good one in engineering. He'd said he was
going to sell his house, and asked me to quit my job, move to Houston and live with him. I'd accepted at once.
At last, an end to the long, lonely separations and bittersweet satellite phone calls (he called them sexsats).
Soundbites of raising kids and dogs on a pleasant suburban street in Houston flickered briefly in my mind. But there
was no indication from him on how he felt about that. He liked my body, obviously, and in his methodical way he
was moving to secure access to it in the future. Was there anything else happening here? Well, there would be time
to reflect later.
When we'd gotten to his house he'd fired up the gas logs and I'd poured some drinks. We'd toasted to our future,
then he'd asked me very considerately for anal sex. It was the first time he had asked me for anything unusual, but I
wasn't surprised by it. He had hinted on several occasions about wanting to do more with my ass than just admire
it, but I had nervously laughed it off. I knew the idea fascinated him when rear entry gradually became his favorite
position for making love. So far, though, I had resisted anal because I was afraid it would be painful. I had an sudden
inclination to be obstinate and refuse again, in the face of this obviously engineered 'romantic' situation. But
perhaps it was time to change my mind. He wouldn't hurt me intentionally, I was certain of that. I looked at his ripe
dick, well proportioned, high and hard, and decided that his proposition stimulated me more than it frightened me.
Besides, didn't roommates share everything with each other?
"It's your lucky day, Wright. My ass is up for grabs," I teased. He laughed, threw a duvet over the big Queen Anne's
chair next to the fireplace, and sat down. I stood in front of him and turned away.
"Do you want to use a rubber?" he asked, quietly.
"I'm OK without it, if you are," I said.
"Then up against the rod and spread 'em, baby." he said, playfully. I showed myself to him unashamed, opening my
buttcheeks with my palms. He rubbed his hands over my inner thighs and through my crack. Then he spread my legs
outside of his, pulled me over him, put a generous drop of lubricant on his finger and touched my butthole. I
shivered. He held his dick up for me and I used the armrests to lower myself onto it. I was very turned on and when
the bulbous head began to penetrate me, the thought of what I was doing brought on a small orgasm. Warm liquid
trickled down one thigh. I took a moment to recover, then tried again.
"Wait, sweetheart," he said, then took his dick and slid it back and forth through my wet pussy lips.
She became exhilarated when my naked cock touched her sex, and she grabbed it with both hands and leaned
forward to sink her pussy onto me. I pulled her back. She whimpered, her legs shaking. She seemed to be building to
a climax already, or maybe just ending one. I repositioned her luscious backside over my cock, and she lowered
herself onto me.
"I don't know about this, you're awfully big," she said fearfully, pausing.
"It'll be fine," I assured her. I was hoping that if I got her quickly past the initial entry things would proceed smoothly
from there. So I held her firmly around the waist with my cock touching her butthole, wanting to make sure that she
didn't get startled and stand up. I flexed the muscles in my dick to harden it, then I lifted my pelvis and my wet
cockhead slid suddenly through the muscular resistance at her entrance.
She stiffened and sighed, "Fuck."
"Are you all right?" I asked her.
"I'm OK. Go slow." She shook her head and her short chestnut hair brushed my face. Her leg muscles trembled from
the effort of holding herself halfway up, and with her asshole clenched around the head of my organ, it provided an
interesting sensation, to say the least. I could smell the musky perfume wafting up from between her legs. Wow, this
was just about all the foreplay that I could handle.
He pulled down firmly on my hips, and eased himself inside me. I was very tight and he could not enter easily. I could
sense his urge to fuck me growing stronger now, and I knew he was resisting the desire to ram himself in. I didn't
think I could handle that. He sunk his shaft a little further and it was too much, too quickly.
"No! I can't!" I cried out.
He stopped immediately and whispered to me encouragingly, "Don't worry, babe, I won't hurt you. We'll go at your
speed now. Tell me if you need to rest."
"OK," I agreed. I usually take his advice in sexual matters, he's more experienced than I am. I relaxed a little, and I felt
myself open around his hardness. His dick is not extremely long, I can cover his shaft with both hands, but it's fairly
wide and his cockhead is as big around as an egg. I am petite and quite narrow in the hips. I knew what we were
doing was physically possible, some of my girlfriends told me they loved it, but I still had some reservations.
He spread some lube on the shaft of his dick, then sat completely still. I settled down on him slowly, a little at a time,
testing for uncomfortable feelings. As I engulfed his body with mine, the increasing pressure in my bowels made me
feel like I had to take a dump. I resisted what I guessed was an spurious impulse, given the circumstances. When
most of his shaft had been worked into me I froze and gulped at another unfamiliar sensation. I was feeling some
pressure at the expansion of my butthole, nothing serious, but I also felt something deeper inside that stirred a
forgotten memory. My body thrilled to the kind of adrenaline rush I hadn't felt since my first orgasm in elementary
school.
"Still OK?" he asked, concerned.
"Uh-huh," I affirmed. I realized suddenly that this wasn't going to hurt at all, it was fun actually. He was getting
what he wanted, and it was starting to feel pretty damn good to me too. A win-win situation. I became elated.
She hesitated and I thought she'd taken as much of me as she could. But somehow she knew to adjust the angle of
her hips and then abruptly sat down fully into my lap.
"We did it," she said brightly.
I smiled, "We sure did, honey. You're amazing." It was true. I don't think I could have done that. I've had prostate
exams and just a finger was lively enough for me.
This was a long held fantasy come true. Fantasies are a good thing when you're 20 miles offshore in the Gulf of
Mexico, surrounded by roughnecks for a month at a time. I admit that thinking about taking her in the ass had
inspired quite a few 'manual pressure reliefs' this past year. Her little tush sported beautiful third order curves that
jiggled pleasingly when she walked. I couldn't look at her in a skirt anymore without wanting to lift it up and fuck her
from behind, which I do regularly. Now I was really livin' in the tall cotton.
Our future looked bright. Holly and I had met through mutual friends on a dinner-dance cruise over in Galveston.
We had felt an instant attraction and we'd been seeing each other exclusively ever since. She was serious about her
career and worked long hours, so my lengthy absences didn't seem to overly upset her, as they had other women
I'd known. We trusted each other so much that we'd both had HIV tests and had recently stopped using condoms.
Yes, we were having a lot of fun together, but did she want a protracted relationship? I hoped so. She was smart,
funny, pretty, socially graceful. I liked her a lot.
I ended my reverie and took in the view. Her feet were off the carpet now and dangling against my shins. Her
thighs were on top of mine, her nicely rounded buttocks pressed tight and hot against my groin. All the tautness in
her body was gone, she seemed happy and relaxed. She leaned forward experimentally, and her perky little breasts
and delicate waist were so beautiful it hurt to look. My cock was steel pipe hard, shot straight up through her
asscheeks, penetrating her deeply. Her channel held me tightly like a pair of strong, velvet-gloved hands. Shit, my
hormones really kicked in now. My heartbeat speeded up and hot blood flushed into my cock as I had a sudden
mental picture of what this beautiful young woman and I were doing with each others bodies. She must have felt me
growing into her and I swear she mewed like a cat.
He put a finger on my clit. I knew he meant well, but I didn't want to come like that so I took his hands and cupped
them over my tits.
"On my boobs, if you don't mind," I said. He pulled me back to rest against him. I could feel his organ enlarging
inside me and my butthole was expanding quite a bit around its base. This was getting pretty intense.
He breathed into my hair, "Baby, you're beautiful."
I whispered back, "I feel your dick in my throat." He chuckled and ticked my nipples. I jumped.
"You bastard," I said, completing our little ritual. He squeezed his pubic muscles and moved his dick sensuously inside
my ass. His mouth began devouring the back of my neck, I trembled as his tongue wetly tasted me. His strong
hands rhythmically squeezed my breasts, sending gusts of pleasure through my body. God, this was much better
than I thought it would be.
I cursed in a husky voice and said, "You feel wonderful."
She put her hands on the chair arms and lifted herself up, but we were a little dry and my expanded organ now
locked us together quite tightly. Her upward movement painfully stretched the skin of my cock over its hard inner
core, like a condom. I tensed, and she sensed my discomfort and nestled her buttocks back down into my lap. Her
weight was fully on me, and it was obvious that we were not going to be moving much, so we just rested there for a
few moments. What do I do now? This wasn't at all what I had pictured anal intercourse to be. I had imagined her on
all fours, me kneeling behind deep stroking into her. Or possibly...
"Put your legs together," I ordered. His breathing rate was slowing, and I sensed that the lack of movement would
not be stimulating enough to get him off. This was unacceptable, but I thought I had a solution. I reached down to
gently lift his ball sack and allow him to bring his legs together. Then I brought mine together on top of his, trapping
his testicles comfortably in the hollow space between his legs and my bottom.
"That's friendlier," I said, satisfied. I knew that his balls were very sensitive, I could make him come by just holding his
shaft and playing with them. I moved my backside around on his crotch and felt his dick jump inside me. It was
working. Now I was really getting excited, I hadn't touched myself but I was close to coming. I thought he might be
too. Some sex talk, then, he liked that.
She reached under my thighs to get some leverage, and squirmed her ass around on my nuts. That felt interesting.
How did she know these things?
"I'm really stoked," she said suddenly, and pulled herself down, hard. My cock inched in a little further.
"What?" I said stupidly, taken by surprise.
"I want you to come inside my ass," she explained, completely unembarrassed.
"Why you saucy little tart," I chided. She rocked from side to side and spread her butt cheeks apart one at a time
with her fingers, molding herself more tightly onto my genitals. I was balls to the wall, now. The heat where our
bodies coupled was incredible.
She added quickly, "I'm ready, let's go." She rotated her bottom on me and bounced a little, really getting into it. We
both groaned. I put my face in her hair and my hands on her waist and hung on for the ride.
Suddenly she stopped moving and turned her head back, her voice like heavy cream, "Mmmmm, come inside me,
baby, I wanna feel you spurt. I'm gonna come all over your beautiful cock when you do. Everything's OK, just relax
and let go. It'll feel so good, babe, you know it will. It'll feel so good, so good." Fuck! I was speechless. This was
most fantastic sex I had ever experienced. I was so deeply inside this girl I could feel her pulse. Pre-orgasmic
contractions were chasing through my cock, now. I tried to calm myself so I could enjoy this a little longer, but I was
being galvanized by her words and the sensations her body was giving me.
As I wiggled my ass on him, a past experience came to mind, and I closed my eyes to visualize a handjob we had
once shared. I love this as much as he does because he shoots more sperm than anyone I have ever been with. I had
straddled his hips and stroked him off with baby oil while holding his organ straight up. He came hard, it was
fascinating to watch the fleshy head inflate to the bursting point with each squirt. His dick had swelled and jerked
powerfully in my grip and I had to hold on strongly to keep it upright. He'd shot long jets of come at least 5 inches
into the air. It flowed down over both of my hands, hot and slick. The thought of him coming like that inside my rear
end prompted a shiver of excited anticipation. It was going to be incredible.
She was a wildcat again, moaning and wriggling in my lap, actually waving her arms like she was dancing the dang
twist or something. And every bounce was kneading and squeezing my balls indescribably. The sounds of our
lovemaking, the scents of our bodies, the fleshy voluptuous feel of her, it was too much.
"Oh God, babe, here I go," I groaned. I closed my eyes as I lost control, and felt the muscles in my sex organs
tensing tighter and tighter until they spasmed. I heard her say something and felt her grab my balls. I hung on the
edge, motionless. The quivering continued for a moment, then the muscles fatigued, became still, and released with a
convulsive series of closely spaced, powerful contractions.
I sat bolt upright and stopped moving when I heard his warning, I wanted to feel everything. I said, "I love you,"
reached between my legs, took his nuts in both hands and squeezed. He groaned and began ejaculating hotly into
me, his hardness surging upward. As he discharged I felt a very pleasurable, luxurious warmth spreading higher and
higher into my abdomen. Contractions in my pussy synchronized with his injections, and my anus clenched excitingly
on his shaft. I felt a tingling in my whole body like I had struck my funny bone all over. This was heavenly.
I growled deep in my chest as I erupted into her, pumping gush after gush of hot sperm forcefully into her tight little
ass, the orgasmic pleasure of the rippling emission up through my swelling shaft unbearable, pulsing cockhead wide
open with paralyzing sensitivity, heart racing, lungs heaving, muscles straining, pelvis shuddering, I poured myself
out through my cock into her softness. My consciousness narrowed to breathing and fierce sexual pleasure,
everything else unimportant. I came back to my senses feeling the tight walls of her rectum ballooning away from my
cockhead as the pressure and volume of my injected semen increased. I heard her gasp each time I shot into her.
Finally, my contractions slowed as I emptied, but the waves of spasmodic pleasure continued as her sphincter
tightened rhythmically, milking my cock. I almost couldn't handle this, it was overwhelming. Then she fell back onto
my chest and climaxed.
I sat impaled on his orgasming cock and was shaken like an antelope in a lions grip. His hips bucked under my ass
and air escaped from my lungs in grunts. We were like animals. His body had become a tool of primeval male instinct,
uncontrollably pumping into me everything it could muster. I was bulging with his flesh and sperm, insatiably draining
him, completely receptive. It was unbelievably, deliciously sexy. I released his balls with one hand and two strokes
over my clit was all I needed. I plunged a finger into my pussy and arched my back strongly against him as I peaked,
groaning in delight at the unbearable ecstasy flooding through me. Overwhelmed by profound sexual release, my
whole body convulsed strongly over and over.
Her shivering orgasm was extremely passionate. Her spasms subsided and then started again, resulting in another
moaning climax. It was awe inspiring. She looked angelic. At last she relaxed on me, totally spent. We rested a little,
my shaft buried in her warmth as we caught our breath. I kissed her neck and tasted salt while I caressed her
breasts, my cock still spasming occasionally.
I wanted to try fucking now that we were lubricated. I put my feet on the floor on both sides of him and my hands
on his knees, and started moving my ass up and down over his shaft, a little farther each time, coating his cock with
semen. Soon I was slowly stroking along his full length. His dick felt liquid and silky inside me. It was good, different,
but good. He begged me to stop, explaining that he liked what I was doing but that post-orgasmic sensitivity made
it too intense.
"Maybe I'm too hot for you, old man," I wisecracked, and lifted myself off him to get some towels.
"I think I have better motion lotion at my place," she called from the guest bathroom, "we'll try that next time." She
walked toward me, her silhouette was breathtaking against the shifting firelight. "I wonder what they'll say at the
bank. Maybe I can get a transfer to..." She stopped when she saw my face.
"Holly, I have to ask you something." I said.
"Yes?" she replied, expectantly.
"Were you afraid?" She was quiet a long time, gazing at the fire. I thought I had accidentally insulted her.
She looked back and whispered, "Yes."
"That I would hurt you?"
"No," she said.
Thank God for that, "What, then?" I asked.
She made a face, "That I would fart." I laughed, and she tried to glare at me. I realized I'd made my decision. I stood
up and took her hand.
"I love you, Mrs. Wright," I said, looking into her eyes. Her smile started, wavered. I nodded. We stood there for a
long time, grinning at each other like idiots.
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There's still a lot more manpower in OSS. It's just more fractious.
If by "fractious" you mean "reeking of cum, sweat and ass, fueled by mental perversion and self-loathing, rough, brutal, disease-ridden, and useless in the field of software engineering", then sure.
in order for 3:1 version number bloat to work effectively, version 0.33 (aka v1.0) needs to not be a piece of shit. however, seeing as Mozilla 0.9.8 (aka v2.9.4) still crashes after less than three hours of use, consistently on my machine, and no previous versions have worked any better, version number bloat is not an option.
are you implying that AOL decided to use it for performance purposes, and not political purposes?
notice how fast AOL took on this project? the Open Source community has been farting around for years with Mozilla and Gecko, not really going anywhere with it (4 years to 1.0 is not good time), but now that AOL has jumped in, things happen immediately.
having money behind a project must be nice...