So last night for my public speaking final I had to list five logical fallacies and then give examples.  I can’t remember which all I listed, but I absolutely listed ad hominem as one of them, if only because using Latin phrases makes me feel smarter than I actually am (quid pro quo, apropos, habeus corpus, ergo etc. etc.).

Anyway, ad hominem, according to the Oxford English Dictionary means: “A phrase applied to an argument or appeal founded on the preferences or principles of a particular person rather than on abstract truth or logical cogency.”

And for my example I gave this, in which Dan Aykroyd listens to Jane Curtin’s arguments in the “Point/Counterpoint” segment of Weekend Update but instead of addresses her logical points begins his retort with, “Jane, you ignorant slut.”

I assume she was expecting something a little more pedestrian, but man, I am just too cool for that.  I also listed “red herring” as another fallacy and wanted to use the example of the character Red Herring from the animated A Pup Named Scooby-Doo, but I thought that might be too many television references for one final exam.  But then again, it was public speaking, and the point to which I care about that class is as far as it takes for me to pass,which is what I have to do.

On the same note, last year for a Religion and Ethics paper where I discussed the meaning of life, I footnoted that it might be 42.  I didn’t get that paper back since it was the final, but I’d like to think he chuckled at least a bit.

The point of all of this?  I tend to go a little crazy around finals.  And things that would normally be unthinkable (like pop culture references in papers and exams) just sort of slip by.

Alright so I was with Daddy yesterday and I got the best sex ever, no I haven’t forgotten that you all want details! My whole body hurts. I have bruising where there are no bruises… *giggles* It’s totally strange. I feel the hard spots on my skin, where I know I’m in the middle of finding a bruise at any moment. I just honestly feel sooooooooooooo good right now. It’s like I haven’t felt like this in a long time, but I know it’s only getting better *grins* So that’s my day so far… feeling good and every movement reminding me of my time with Daddy yesterday

xoxo,

Snow

Have you met that person who complains at the first signs of snow? That whines all the way through winter? Who dresses like they are going mountain climbing as soon as it dips below zero?

Yes, that’s me. My facebook page is filled today with comments about how beautiful the snow is, friends who are looking forward to the ski season and ’suck it up buttercup’ messages to anyone (myself included) who is not ‘fully enjoying’ the great Canadian frozen outdoors.

I am – let me be clear here – perfectly willing to call it a natural disaster and call in the army for 2 cm of snow. (Well, who doesn’t like a man in uniform?)

In case you were thinking of asking me if I wanted to go out on a date with you a few of my winter rituals to keep in mind:

1. I do not leave the downtown core of Toronto from first to last snow unless it involves a car picking me up at my door and a plane out of the country to a warmer destination.

2. Don’t ask me to drive anywhere. You will save lives. I am the idiot going 10km clinging to the steering wheel… or, more accurately that happened once and now I don’t drive in the winter.

3. If you are wondering about my winter turn on’s (yes, I have seasonal turn on’s) they include:
-hot chocolate
-steaming hot baths
-warm towels
-big giant blankets
-avoiding all connection with ice and snow.

I missed a day.  I left my house yesterday at 6:15 in the morning and didn’t get back until just now.  I missed blogging – thinking about this stuff, figuring out what’s going on with me.

So I had Funny Guy Rocco stay the night with me the other night.  It’s amazing how much he made me laugh, when he got to my house and tried to kiss me my pussy dried up like the Sahara and my brain just turned off.  Of course I let him shove things inside my pussy – friction + heat = orgasm.  Add some lube in there and it’s Squirt City as long as my eyes are closed and Edward Norton is in my dream scape.

After he made me jizz, he wanted to kiss.  As I always say “If you’ve got shit in your mouth, it won’t touch me anywhere near my own mouth.”  The guy chews (I think I called him Skoal earlier) and I’m not going to kiss someone who has had that shit anywhere near their mouth.  It’s disgusting.

So when he realized we weren’t going to kiss – natural progression here, of course – he decided to try and fuck me.  I was ridic. drunk so he almost got the head inside my pussy until I sat up and said WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?  YOU’RE NOT EVEN WEARING A CONDOM – and things went downhill from there.

Somewhere inside the fuzz I remember discussing children and hearing him whisper “Annie wake up… wake up Anne…” while he sucked my nipples.

The next thing I know, it’s 6:00 in the morning, I’m popping awake like I wasn’t pass-out drunk and hearing myself say “Rocco, you’ve gotta go, dude.”  He immediately got up, farted while he was getting out of bed, stumbled to my bathroom, farted twice more while he was peeing, struggled to get his clothes on and left with a parting, “Talk to you later baby.”

Yeah.  Farted.  I said it.

It was disgusting – and I haven’t wanted to talk to him since.

A public holiday today in Peru.  Goodness knows why, it is not normally on their calender but apparently there was no military parade during their annual independence celebrations this year (July 28th) for some reason so they decided to hold it today and give everyone a holiday!  Not for me though.  i need to use every minute of my time here and although i could not meet any clients today it gave me chance to work through some data albeit in a more relaxed mode.

i slept in a bit later having stayed up later last night chatting with my business associate and flat mate on business issues.  It was almost 9.00am when i got out of bed.  i chose not to get out of my satin PJ’s straight away as all was quiet in the apartment so i began working on emails etc, while still wearing them.  In fact my associate did not stir until midday so i was able to lounge in my PJ’s until then when i slipped a T-shirt over the camisole top and a pair of shorts over the PJ shorts.  i was almost sure my flatmate would be going out and was waiting to be able to slip into full “femme” mode as soon as he left.  Alas, it was not to be!

i spent my day working on project data and dealing with emails and proposals, stopping occasionally to check if there was anyone online such as Mistress Ana, Goddess Joyce or Lady Dynah but not one of them appeared while ever i was online.  i tried calling Goddess Joyce again but still no answer so left a message.  i should go and visit Her but need details of the clinic, her room etc.  She might even be home again now for all i know.

i spent a little bit of leisure time adding to my experiences on Experience Project and made a few new friends who share similar interests and experiences.  Today, i shared my first experience dressed as a woman but serving a man.  This was some 22 years ago and it turned out to be only a one off because i got cold feet!  Not that the evening spent with him didn’t work out it was more that his longer term ideas for a relationship did not gel with mine once we chatted the following day.  As you can read below, he treated me like a prostitute which was not what i was looking for longer term.  i wanted to be treated as though i was female and to go out so dressed and socialise, go for dinner, the pictures and so on.  All he wanted was to visit me whenever he felt like, day or night for sex during which i would always be blindfolded and bound.  i think i could have coped with the sexual side of things if he had given me a little more such as having me cook for him, wash and iron his clothes or clean his apartment.  As much as i enjoyed my first experience as a whore, it was not what i wanted at the time and not what i would want now.  Thankfully, in serving Mistress Ana, i do get to do chores and run errands for Her as well as being used sexually as She may desire so i know that i am more than just a sex object.  Anyway, this first encounter of the prostitute kind went something like this…………

i entertained him at my apartment.  He had me unlock the door on receiving his phone call.  This meant he was outside.  i was then to blindfold myself and bend across the kitchen table with my hands placed behind my back.  i heard him enter the apartment and then felt his hands strongly take my wrists and cuff them together.  He then ran his hands up my nylon clad legs, over my suspenders and my panties, fondling my ass before moving up and cupping my breasts.  Oh, i cannot describe that feeling as he groped me, it was wonderful, exciting, arousing all at the same time and my cock immediately betrayed my feelings trying to break free from the black lace panties i was wearing.He had told me to dress like a slut and so i had.  In addition to black 4″ stiletto heels with an ankle strap and cute bow, i wore seamed black stockings, Victorian style corset with suspenders, black balconette bra, very short black mini skirt, flimsy see-through blouse, a long haired blond wig and heavy make up.  As i bent over the table, feeling his hands roam over my body, i began to ache not from discomfort but from a need to cum.  Just being touched by him was an amazing turn on for me.

Eventually, he stood me up and led me, still blindfold, through into my lounge where he pushed me down onto my knees.  i heard the zipper of his fly as i knelt there and i knew what was about to happen.  This would be my first time and i was prepared for it.  i wanted it. i had practiced sucking on dildos and tasted my own cum enough to have an idea of what to do and what to expect but i was not prepared for the size of his cock.  It was long alright but that was the least of my problems, it was also very thick, so thick i struggled to get it into my mouth.  i thought my jaw would dislocate, partly from the angle of my neck as i struggled to cope with his strong vertical erection from my position kneeling in front of it, trying desperately to get a little height so that i could get my mouth downwards over it.

i began licking the head of his cock and then along the shaft as i struggled for a position where i could take all of him but i need not have bothered for his hands soon locked onto either side of my head and began to manipulate me, moving my head and hence my mouth over his engorged member, working it down into my throat so that i could hardly breathe.  Gradually, i became more used to his size and to the frequency of his thrusting and my head being pushed against him so that i found a way of breathing between the thrusts which, after first becoming longer and deeper, began to increase in frequency until my whole head was forced against his abdomen, i could feel his balls against my chin and his cock so far down my throat i thought i would choke.  And he held me like that while his whole body convulsed and shook as he exploded inside my throat, pulling back a little then so that i could taste him as he shed his seed into my mouth.

Tears were running down my cheeks now, smudging my make-up.  They were tears of joy mixed with shame mixed with pain.  Joy at having been used as if i were a woman, shame at feeling like a slut and whore and pain from my aching neck and jaw as well as a sore throat.

As he subsided, he spoke gently but firmly to me, fondling me once again.  He held me to him and told me he was proud of me and how he was also going to rape my ass.  As i knelt by him in my blindfold darkness, a new fear possessed me.  His cock had seemed so big, how would my ass cope?

First though, he switched on my TV and loaded a pornographic video into the machine.  i could not see what he was watching but i could hear the unmistakable noises of sexual activity and i could feel his hand gently stroking his own member while he watched.  Not before long, he told me to get back to work on his cock and my head was guided down back over his newly erect member.  He did not manipulate my head this time but allowed me to quietly work my tongue over, around and along it, taking it fully into my mouth every so often until, after what had seemed forever, he stood up and guided me so that my face was down into the sofa.  i felt his hands pull down my panties and with his feet he pushed my knees as far apart as they would go.  Something wet then smeared first around my ass and then pushed inside by his fingers.  i think i whimpered at him then to not hurt me but i had no response from him other than gentle but firm pressure on my virgin ass as he slowly but inexorably pushed his cock inside me.  It was difficult to begin with and he retreated and added more lubricant before returning, first opening me a little more with a finger, then two and getting me more ready to accept him so that when his cock returned to my ass for the second time, i felt it make a little headway and then a stab of pain followed by a feeling of ecstasy as his cock slid deep inside me.  That stab of pain was intense and i feared he had split me but it was forgotten quickly as his cock penetrated my ass much further than any dildo i had practiced with before.  i found myself moving with him, following his rhythm, wriggling my ass trying to impale myself even further onto him.  His hands were cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples and i ached again for release but it was he who came first, his body shaking and convulsing within me.

He pulled out of me, somehow managing to leave his cum filled condom inside me.  As i knelt there i could feel his cum trickling out of it and onto my leg and then into my panties which he pulled up for me.  Then, he was back in front of me and i was tasting him again as i cleaned off his cock with my tongue.  It was becoming flaccid now and was easier for me to manage and so i soon had it cleaned to his satisfaction.

He helped me to stand and then led me back to my kitchen table where he bent me over as i had been when he arrived.  He placed a small key in my hand and told me it would release me from the cuffs once he had gone but i was not to attempt release until i heard my door close behind him.

He left me then, still dressed as a whore and now feeling like one in cum soaked panties, his jizm still seeping out of my ass.  i had not even seen his face!  i removed the cuffs and the blindfold only to find myself still in the dark.  He had switched out the lights.  When i put them back on, there on the kitchen table was a small envelope which i opened and found inside a $5 note and a message which said “Thank you slut, until next time!”  And so i was just what i felt, a $5 whore.

in my dreams we die as one…

So I’m sitting here talking to Master via skype call/cam. I hear the dogs bark and I know Daddy is here. I smile and immediately start blushing. I’ve missed Daddy a lot and now I’m reminded why. Daddy greets his whore with a kiss and a simple grin, starting to unpack toys. I’m kinda watching him out of the corner of my eye, still trying to keep up with Master’s conversation. I’m told by TWO people that I have better things to do right now, Daddy says to lay back and let him see his whore. I uncover and I’m on full display for Daddy and Master. There were new things that went on that I will have to elaborate on later… however after a few hours with Daddy I’m more than HAPPY to remember why I love Daddy so and why I’ve missed him more than anything… anal, fingerings, fuckings, slapping, biting, spanking, beating… oh these are my favorite things…

*giggles*

Snow

Time  for another outfits! Today was a regular dull day at school, so I dressed accordingly. Aside from the dull part of course. I was meaning to put something together with denim leggins for a while now, but I didn’t have the time to do so. Until now, here it is:

The pictures don’t go exactly great together, but hopefully you can imagine it all together!

As said, I’m wearing some tight denim leggings. I thought the high heels with laces underneath them were pretty awesome, so I decided to stick with those too. Furthermore, a deep V top because I know guys love a nice cleavage and I don’t mind showing some! The shirt is short enough to show my tight ass in the leggins. I just love to see that on girls, it’s totally what I would wear. In fact, leggins like this is about all I would ever wear. You can wear the tightest of jeans or trousers, but there’s nothing that let’s you show-off your legs and butt like leggings!

To finish it I chose a cute check shirt. There’s nothing much to say about this outfit really. It’s just a combination of clothes that I like: leggins, high heeled shoe boots, check shirt. I saw something like this on a girl a while ago, I really liked it. I was jealous of her lol.

Underneath it all: probably a nice butt-floss thong and a basic black bra. I’ll just let you fantasize about that this time (in other words: I’m too lazy to find pics to go along with it,)

Oh, suggestions are welcome! Just comment on this post and I’ll see what I can do! Get involved lol!

xoxo

Well I was having a conversation a second ago with Professor/Daddy and Master… it was well interesting. I’m to keep my mouth shut unless directed conversation actually pertains to me. I’ve known this all along. As I sit here the two of them talk about how slutty I have to look for Daddy when he gets here, and keeping me squirming and wet. You see Daddy is coming over today when he’s done with work… he’ll give me exactly what a little whore deserves. *giggles* More to come later!

Species Name: Slutticus Shallowius

This is the true story of seven guidos and guidettes, picked to share their venereal diseases in a house together at the Jersey Shore and unfortunately have their skanky escapades taped, to find out what happens when these douchebags stop being whores that no one cared about and start getting a TV show on MTV that people won’t be able to avert their eyes from, like a bad car wreck.”

It only took one episode of the monstrosity that is “Jersey Shore,” to realize that the Jersey Shore should be nuked from existence.  For those of you who haven’t gotten a chance to see MTV’s newest groundbreaking docu-series, I’ll give you the recipe for the show:

1 gigantic bucket of hair gel

2 parts noticeable fake tan

A buttload of obnoxious N.J. accents

A generous helping of fist pumping to House music

A tub of protein powder

Topped off with a name for your abs or tits

You combine all of these ingredients and you have just created: “The Even Trashier Real World”  Who ever thought that would be possible? Now I’ll admit to the fact that “The Real World” has always been a guilty pleasure of mine.  Maybe it has to do with the fact that it is the original reality show, or maybe that it first premiered back when I was 12 years old and has somewhat of a nostalgic feeling for me.  Whatever it is, I can’t explain it, and I’m definitely not proud of it, but for fucks sake, these “Jersey Shore” retards make the “The Real World”ers look like card carrying members of MENSA.

Cause I know you all are dying to meet everybody’s favorite guido/guidettes…so here ya go:

In a world where “Jersey Shore” didn’t exist to remind us just how shockingly sick some people in this country are:

• The country of Italy wouldn’t have to issue a press release stating that they take offense to these guidos/guidettes referring to themselves as Italian Americans.  Actually, all Italian’s, everywhere, are ashamed of these jackasses.
• “Jersey Shore” wouldn’t have been able to set a record for the most uses of the word “bro” and Affliction shirts worn in the same hour of television.
• We, as normal, functioning members of society, would have no douchebag litmus test to compare ourselves to.
• These seven roomates wouldn’t have the footage from their time on “Jersey Shore” to show their children to explain why they were born with herpes.
• DVD sales of “The Sopranos” would plummet.
• MTV would find some other group of young, naive, dumb kids to exploit for their own financial gain.  Oh you guidos…why are you so desperate for attention?
• All of America would’ve been jipped out of their opportunity to see the oblivious trainwreck that is “Snooki.”  There ya go Snooki, way to make ya mother proud.
• There would be four less future goomah’s and four less future mechanic’s in the world.

“Douchebag Shore” may be the greatest show ever created…but it’s not.  Instead it’s a display of the dregs of society and I promise you that after watching one episode you will feel compelled to read “War and Peace” to try and recoup the brain cells you just dissolved by watching this crap.  I yearn for the days when MTV used to have quality programming like “Undressed” and “Beavis and Butthead.”  That’s right, “Beavis and Butthead” is more intellectually stimulating than “Jersey Shore.”  But I guess I just have to suck it up, because like the shitfests before it, “The Hills,” “My Super Sweet 16,” and “True Life: I’m Addicted to Porn,”  “Jersey Shore” is on its way to developing a huge following and I’m sure the paparazzi will be following them around in no time.  Kill me.

But one has to have dreams right?

Just me in my bikini. ^^

So I met a guy like… two weeks ago and we’ve been texting and trying to meet up for a while, I’m just super busy and haven’t been able to get together with him – until last night.  I asked him if he would join us for karaoke and drinks and he’s all *pisses himself like a puppy* about it.

So I get there and like… 3 more of my new friends were there along with my bestie and by now, I’m all whored up and wearing too much eyeliner and perfume, ready to have a good time and drink way too much – the usual Sunday night.

Somehow this guy thought that it was going to be a private night with me and him.  He thought that even though we were in a packed bar I was going to sit and whisper with him all night.  Men kept dragging me to the dance floor – TWO STEPPING HERE I COME! and I kept buying drinks – well I kept giving him money and asking him to get them.  I prefaced it with “Hey… I love you a lot andyou’rethegreatesteverrrrr… can you get me a drink?” which made him and everyone laugh.  I thought we were having a great time.

I went to sing a song and I came back and he was gone.

He didn’t say anything to anyone, just left the bar.  I texted him and I said, “Dude, what’s up?  Why did you jet without saying anything to anyone?”  and he texts me back and says, “I can’t explain that.”

*Le Eyeroll*

I can explain it easily – he got butt hurt because I wasn’t inside his asshole the entire night.  Apparently even when you go to a bar, you’re supposed to sit inside someone’s rectum to make them feel wanted and appreciated.

*Le Eyeroll*

Add to the fact that I just realized he doesn’t have his teeth.  Well, the bottom four front ones.  It’s upsetting to see when he talks.  So, another one bites the dust.

At this point I just have to shrug and keep it moving.

He was slated to come over later that afternoon, and since he is pretty much my bitch I gave clear instructions which I expected to be followed. He arrived at 4:30 on the dot, got out of his car and walked up my walk and knocked on my door. I answered wearing my jeans and a t-shirt that fully covered my tits. Today was not his lucky day. He walked in the kitchen and sat down at the table. “Meet Kamar he’s here to introduce us to a new form of pleasure.” The men shook and then I went on to explain the activities. “So Man Bitch, you are going to pleasure me by pleasuring Kamar and what’s more I am calling the shots.” Kamar grinned happily but my bitch didn’t look pleased and frankly I could give a fuck. I gave Kamar a drink and then my bitch and I waited for him by the sofa. Like a chair umpire at the US Open I gave some announcements before the festivities. Looking right at my sissy bitch I said “I give the orders and I don’t care what you think of them you will obey or we will practice till you get it right.” With that I sat in a near-by chair and gave my first command. My bitch was to take off Kamar’s shirt and jeans. Kamar was thoroughly enjoying this. Hell he had no interest in me, he just wanted my sissy and I was more than happy to help out. I told my slave to rub Kamar’s bulge through his boxers and when he got good and hard to take out his cock and stroke it like a good BI boy. Kamar was moaning as my slut hit his knees and whipped out my gay friend’s huge black cock. It was easily 11 inches long and 4 inches thick when fully erect. My slave just stared in horror but I was firm in my commands. “Now you little man whore suck his cock nice and slow but make sure you take it all like a good cock sucker. He began to lick the head and with a little whip from me began to take Kamar’s bulging cock. He started in slow strokes but Kamar took over and grabbed his head and shoved it down on his huge black meat pole. I helped Kamar by getting my slave nude and as Kamar was getting his cock sucked he began to fondle my slut until he too was shamelessly hard. Taking Kamar deep and fast he began to gag and choke as I observed. “That’s it suck his cock like the Bi-sexual man whore you are.” He was gagging and chocking and Kamar indicated he was satisfied for now and ready to move on. “Alright now lay down so Kamar can suck your cock a bit” He obeyed with a grimace and Kamar began to fondle his balls sucking each one deep in his mouth. As much as he tried to demy it my slut was enjoying it, perhaps too much. “Kamar suck his cock a bit and then you can fuck his ass.” Kamar dove right in not even bothering to lick him; he just deep-throated his cock like a hungry man who hadn’t eaten in weeks. To lube both men up I got some KY and Kamar began to lick out my slave’s tight ass. As he lubed him up Kamar was ready to get fucked I could tell. “How would you like him?” Kamar smiled. “Doggie-style” With that I commanded my slut “Hit your knees whore you’re about to get rammed up your ass.” Kamar wasted no time plowing in once he was in he just thrust and pounded away like a dog till he had his fill. When he was done he pulled out kissed my bitch, thanked me and left. “How’d you like that Bi-Boy?”

   So life sometimes has a way of becoming very out of control. I love my life. I’m married to a good man who takes care of me. While I may not be in love with him, I do love him. While I’m at home with him I’m in control of everything. When I get online and go into a chat room everything spins out of control. When I leave my house to go see a friend everything spins out of control.

   I love men. I love sex. I love the way a man touching me feels. I love the way a mans cock in my hand feels. I love the way a mans cock feels in my mouth being shoved down my throat. I just love men and sex. The throbbing of a mans cock while he’s pounding my pussy. That has to be one of the greatest feelings in the world.

   Hair. I love hair. I love hairy men. I love running my hands over a mans body through the hair. I love playing with the hair on a mans chest and nuts. But my absolute favorite is being on my knees with a man standing in front of me. His hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair ramming his cock down my throat. OMG. That is an intense feeling. I feel so natural on my knees. Damn. What does that say about me?

   So much more about me..So much more about my life that seems so out of control. I see a hot man, my panties get soaked. I see a scruffy man, my panties get soaked. I suck guy in their car in fairly public places. I never fear getting caught. I get off on knowing we could get caught. I love knowing that my mouth is bringing a man pleasure. I love knowing that I am their cock whore for that moment. I’ve been known to get off sucking a mans cock. Just sucking their cock. Never touching myself. It’s all very mental for me…

   Mental…More on this later…

It’s been a while since I started writing about what I’ve been doing – something I’ve been doing for… ever.  I said this morning “I just need to get married, because the majority of this is that I’m just sick of being alone.” – Which is true… to an extent.

I mean yes I’d like to be part of a couple but not just anyone will do.  I miss my ex too, but even he isn’t the one for me.  We were extremely compatible sexually – really compatible.  He could make me cum by touching me – I just thought about it and felt a little jolt – best sex I’ve ever had.  But is great sex enough?  Not at all.

It’s not money, or a pretty face, or style – even though those things are important to me.  It’s something else… and I don’t know what it is I’m looking for in a partner.

I thought I was gay for a while, then I moved to thinking maybe I was bisexual.  I’m searching desperately – flailing around trying to find this thing I want and I don’t know what it is.  I know what I don’t want though.  Boy do I know that extremely well right now.

I don’t want a woman sexually.  I don’t want a one night stand.  I don’t want this empty feeling that accompanies my thirst.  I don’t want the potential embarrassment that could come with fucking random guys in a small town.  I don’t want to hurt anymore.

I know what I don’t want – but this thing I need… it eludes me.

For a big Lady Gaga fan, I’m kinda late with this.

But what the hell: I like her new song and video!

<3

PS: sorry for the lack of updates! I promise pics and more content this weekend!

Last night was the office Christmas party.

I’d been sort of dreading going and was still kicking myself I’d allowed myself to be talked into it. Not really my scene. But as a few of my rather cute female colleagues had made such a fuss about it, I just couldn’t resist. It’s so hard for me to let down my fans

There’s actually one really sweet intern who I had been dreaming about banging for a while. Not that I’d really make a move on her at the office Christmas party (hey guys, what do you take me for?) But a little sexual tension in the air might at least liven up an otherwise dull evening.

I’d told Katie I fancied Magda. I’d imagined her cute little pink pussy and had been chatting her up for a while. All good-natured stuff. But as I left in the morning, I joked with Katie not to wait up.

Katie’s a good sport, and given how horny she herself is on a constant basis, she understands me very well. She appreciates her freedom and I appreciate mine, and we both know that makes for explosive sex when we’re together. We share our stories and then want to fuck each other silly. In fact that’s one of the main reasons we write this blog (so far it’s just me writing it, but i hope to tempt her to try out her literary skills as well).

There’s one way Katie is different from me though. I mean, she’s a babe, right? They just are different. So while Katie is happy for me to fuck the intern, she still can’t help but feel a sense of competition. Like any great sports champion, she is always looking forward to the next occasion to prove to me that however much I may misbehave, she is always one step ahead.

“Enjoy yourself. Joe’s coming over this evening, anyway. We need to work on that pitch for next week,” she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

Nothing had ever happened between Katie and Joe. He’d just gotten married to Katie’s best friend Carolina, and Katie had been at the wedding. That’s another story, but Joe had graciously been allowed to spend his wedding night with his gorgeous bride. And she was gorgeous, too, in a semi-transparent lace wedding gown that showed off her ample tits to perfection. I’d have fucked her on the spot.

The evening wore on, as I got closer and closer to Magda. She was wearing a beautiful short green ballgown with a deep decolleté that lovingly drew the eyes of the beholder down to her pale white bosom. There was a lot of sexual chemistry between us as I got her onto the dancefloor and we danced a few slows, nervously trying to strike an impossible balance between mutual lust and the watchful eyes of some very uncool colleagues.

I noticed my phone ringing, but didn’t pick it up. A few minutes later, I noticed a voice mail had come through, but I still didn’t pay it any attention. Soon enough though, I needed the bathroom and took the chance to listen in to Katie’s message.

Some grunts and groans, the sound of creaking timbers and, after about a minute, “I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!” Then the message left off.

I was so turned on I entered into a moment of total confusion. On the one hand, I was so hot for Magda, and, on the other, there was my slutty wife getting banged by her best friend’s husband in a scene I was sure as hell regretting I was missing. I was torn between these twin paroxysms of desire and simply stood there, motionless, for what must have been several minutes, until my colleague Roger came looking for me, telling me Magda was leaving and wanted to say goodbye, as her boyfriend was coming to pick her up.

I went out, encountered her in an only slightly secluded corner behind the Christmas tree, planted my lips on hers in a passionate but brief embrace and let her take her leave. A few moments later I was speeding back home, trying to figure out if I was hoping Joe was still there and not quite managing to do that.

In any case, Katie had won again.

Sophia from The Golden Girls was everybody’s favorite Southern-Italian mamma.  This is not my m-i-l.  She is also not an accurate stereotype since she had the ability to admit she was wrong on occasion.  My m-i-l is never wrong-EVER!

It’s been a long week people.  Weeks ago, as I may have told you, Francy wrote a 12-page letter to his mother.  The bitterness and bad blood hasn’t ended.  It was 12 pages of anger and frustration he’s kept pent-up for 20+ years.  Mamma’s 6-page reply arrived on Monday.

Yeah.

It was a mix of how Francy is the worst son in the world.  How could he be so terrible to her after all the sacrifices she made for him?  She’s got a point, nothing says  “I love you” more than helping someone and then holding it over their heads for an eternity. She then went on to list the various offences we (well mostly I) have committed.

1.  Our wedding was a disaster and a disappointment.  Had we allowed her to take care of everything, none of this would have happened. Apparently it was also so embarrassing for her, it would have been better if we hadn’t had a party at all.

2.  I dress like a slut.  This is strange because Francy would harass me until I changed if anything more than 1/8″ of cleavage were showing.

3.  I am a slut.  Apparently in our own home where we’ve slept together since the day I arrived, we are supposed to sleep apart because it’s offensive to mamma.

4. Francy is forced to obey my every command and do my evil bidding.  I WISH!!!!!!!!!

5.  Apparently she is still ticked-off about something that happened 8 years ago relating to Francy’s ex-girlfriend Nadia.

6.  She doesn’t tell anyone what to do.  She merely offers you advice for your own benefit. Why can’t we realize this?

7.  Again, her world is falling down around her as she thinks of all the suffering and sacrifices she’s made over the years and how ungrateful we are.

8.  She, my s-i-l and her husband came to the wedding even though they were opposed to all of it.  I’ve never understood if this means that our wedding wasn’t in a church, the Chinese restaurant or me in general.

9.  According to her I’m too dramatic and emotional over the littlest things and it’s not her fault I’m a foreigner who doesn’t speak Italian well.  (sorry for the cursing) Actually, you nasty old bitty with a f-ing THIRD GRADE EDUCATION, but I do speak Italian well and I have the results of a f-ing test I took that prove it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  And for the 100th f-ing time, I’M AMERICAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10.  Our house is too small and we need another room AND …AND…AND…

The best part was is that in the end she threatened us and said if she ever came back to Turin, she wouldn’t stay with us.

As my father always used to ask, Is that a threat or a promise?

I’m not sure what my next post will be about.  I guess we’ll have to see if there’s anymore fallout from the explosion.  In the meantime I’ll be looking for some new slutty fashions as I go around being  indecent and husband-controlling.

Recently, while doing my daily blog roll shuffle as I like to call it, I was pleasantly surprised to see I had been awarded the “Best Blog Award” from my blogging buddy Tasneem at Laugh Hard!. It’s ALWAYS a nice feeling for an award slut to visit a blog and find an awesome award waiting for them when they arrive. I was so excited; I had to put a nitro pill under my tongue to slow my heart rate down to a safer level.

As if that wasn’t enough, a few days later when doing the blog roll shuffle once again, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I was presented with yet the same stellar award from my blogging buddy Luisa at Believe In Yourself. The feelings of shock, surprise, amazement, happiness, joy, glee, excitement and pure slutiness were coursing through my very being.

And now for a few thank you’s…..

I would like to thank the first skanky chick that laid on her back and spread her legs for any passerby to take full advantage of. Without the total disregard of your health, family and friends the term “slut” may have never come about and I would be title less. You stared STD’s in the face and laughed. Having sex with someone you met 10 seconds ago meant nothing to you and you liked it. For these reasons and many more dear skanky chick, I thank you!

I would like to thank my wife and children for loving such a slut of my caliber. Living with and loving a slut such as I is not an easy thing to do. Imagine what my kids have to endure at school with having a slut as their daddy. My poor wife gets pointed at while at work walking down the hallway and she is of course the center of all the office gossip because of her slut husband. So I must thank my children for enduring their daily ridicule from their friends and teachers and my wife for standing up for me to her coworkers. I love you all!

Last but certainly not least, I would like to thank both Tasneem and Luisa from the bottom of my heart. They obviously have good taste in their sluts and I couldn’t be happier with their choice.Thanks so much for contributing to the delinquency of a slut.

And now by the powers vested in me by the state of flux, I now pass this stellar award to…..

Sherri @ Bloggin’ Sherri Style

S. Le @ I Feel Unusual

Jean @ Jean Has Been Shopping

Joy, Nikki, Sue, Laura and Pam @ Joy Erickson’s Blog

Lisa @ Just For The -ell Of It

Heather @ Life Is Funny Wearing Purple Colored Glasses

Leese @ Living Me 101

Terri @ Terri Terri Quite Contrary

Tammy @ The Tesserae

Era @ Today’s Thought

Joan @ Whatever I Think

Congratulations to you all!

strange creatures…how they leave so sudden..they milk the cow…tug tug..tug the udders…until they turn blue purple and green..stealing the calf’s milk..as the mother mooans..use and abuse…exploit…explicitly..is it in our nature…to act against nature..to intervene in nature’s ecosystem..become the predator of the prey of your predator..sense..does it make any to you..are you intelligent.. you might tink..because you’re sober…you are more capable than me..fool yourself..already you’re a fool.. not fooling me…april fool..go to school..tell your teach…i’m a tool… i am.. one that must be sharpened.. and used…abused…mmh…sweet dreams..made of…bliss…kiss..what is it like.. to kiss..can’t remember…last time..didn’t mean a thing..i was just trying..to… you wanted it too..don’t deny…but then you stopped…and so did i..and we drove on…in the cold dim night…i dropped you home..watched you through the glass..then i turned away…and i left..no it wasn’t you…it was me who left…i left you.. whore.

Easter break provided us with the first weekday that allowed our schedules to mesh. Carly’s husband was in China tending to IT business for 3 weeks. H and V had the week off from school and studies and I closed my shop for the week. My wife had lost the weight to qualify for the 2 week cruise I promised her and a “friend”. Her friend turned out to be the trainer I had hired! Some thanks, huh? Well, thankfully, we had signed a pre-nuptial agreement before marriage, providing a division of our assets. My wife was a trust fund baby and she didn’t want my grubby hands in it. My shop is very lucrative finally and she has no access to it either. So the ensuing separation and subsequent divorce will be fairly clean, except for any lingering emotions.

I never have told her about my weekend CC company and though she suspects that I am having an affair, she hasn’t pursued any avenues trying to prove one. She believes that the status quo works, so why fuck with it. Apparently her “Spidey Sense” isn’t tingling. She is looking better now that she has lost the weight, but the partnership is ruined between us. If I want a female friend without benefits, I can find one.

My tryst week is now planned and I am aching with desire. I’ve spent a couple of nights with Carly already, but the prospect of spending a week with her, V and H is intoxicating. Carly is a sizzling hot, 38 year old MILF, and her daughter, Vanessa is just a younger version. Heather is the fastest, hottest 18 year old I’ve ever had the occasion to feast on. These 3 will rub my cock raw this coming week and I can’t wait to feel the burn!

Good Friday is only 2 days away. My wife’s bags are packed and she is flying out tonight. She and the trainer are leaving here in an hour and I can’t wait. I see them off and then give Heather a call. “Hey, whatcha doing tonight? The wife just left and I have a couple of nights before going over to Carly’s.”

H says, “I’m done for the next 2 weeks and I should be able to come over. I’ll tell my dad that I’m going to your place to keep you company while your wife is away. He doesn’t like it, but at least I’m honest with him.”

“OK, I’ll see you in about an hour or so?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in about an hour. You want my maid outfit, or my school girl outfit?”

“May I have both?”

Giggling, she replies, “Sure! I’d be glad to satisfy 2 of your fetishes, one per day!”

“Fantastic! I can’t wait! Let’s do the maid first and then the school girl, OK?”

“You are a dirty old man, aren’t you?”

“Old man, yes; dirty, no!”

“See you soon, daddy.”

“Yes baby, soon.”

She really knows how to stoke my fire. I have a few light cleaning chores for her to do and that will allow me to fuck the maid tonight. Tomorrow, I have some school lessons that are going to take all day to teach and she isn’t going to be a good girl. These are my two serious kinks, maids and schoolgirls; she does both quite well.

I climb into the shower, so as not to be “dirty”. I give myself an enema and then commence to wash myself thoroughly. My cock is rock hard as I arrange the “chores” for the maid to do. I have a mental list: dust all knick knacks in the office, high and low; empty waste cans; scrub bathroom floor on hands and knees; and wash the dishes in the nude, except for her heels. It is just a short list, but one that is sure to get a rise out of me. LOL!

I dry off and comb my hair. I spray a small amount of BOD cologne on and throw my robe on. Slippers complete the ensemble and I settle in front of the TV until she arrives. Heather walks right in and states, “Hello sir, is my list prepared?’ She is a vision of pure lust: tight maid dress (black and white), very short; thong panties, red; and five inch stilettos. Her hair is pulled into two pigtails, one each on either side of her head. The black, wire rimmed glasses are a seductive touch that does not go unnoticed.

“Yes, it is. Do you have pen and paper ready for the dictation?”

“Yes,” as she removes a pen from her pussy and a notepad from between her breasts.

I list the chores from memory and she writes them down. Oh, you are a dirty old man!

She begins dusting, and I feign watching the TV. Every time she bends over, my eyes are glued to her ass. And what a hard round ass it is. I watch as she completes the first chore and moves on to the waste cans. She always bends over at the waist to pick up the cans and then she takes them, individually to the outdoor disposal. After the first can, I tell her to remove her thong. She complies happily and resumes her duties. Each bending action displays both her ass and her pussy to me. She is such a tease. Her trips outdoors are now a little more exciting for her as the neighbors see her passage to and from.

Now that the trash is completed, she fills the bucket with warm water and Simple Green cleaner and grabs a scrub brush. She gets down on all fours and begins to clean the bathroom floor. I stand behind her in the doorway and admire the fine sight before me. I grab a seat on the toilet and bend down to grab a handful of her ass. She keeps on working as if I wasn’t even there. I allow my hand to roam until my fingers reach her pussy. It is already dripping wet as I slide one, then two fingers inside her. This causes her to pause, but she soon resumes her chore. Each scrubbing motion from her causes a stroking motion by me. By the time she is finished the floor, she has orgasmed twice.

Now that the floor is done and she is warmed up, she asks me to help her undress for her final chore. The only thing remaining is the tight dress top and I help her yank free from it. Her perky breasts bounce free as the dress is removed and she heads for the kitchen. She finds the dishes already soaking in the sink and turns to thank me. She throws her arms around my neck, kisses my full on the mouth and presses her body against mine. She feels my erection and smiles. H turns to the chore at hand and I stay directly behind her. As she washes the first glass, I grab her ass and caress it. My hands kneading her cheeks and separating them, causing her goose bumps to rise. I position my now throbbing cock between her legs and push into her soaking wet, dripping pussy. The heels make her pussy just the right height to allow my entrance without being awkward. I stroke into her fully and she nearly drops the glass.

“Don’t break anything, or you’ll pay dearly for it!”

“Uhhhnnn, yes sir!”

I stroke that sweet young ass the entire time she is doing the dishes. She swirls her hands around the soapy water looking for anything she may have missed and is rewarded with a small shot glass. As she is rinsing it, I begin to pound her mercilessly, and as fate would have it, she drops the glass into the sink and it shatters into many pieces.

“Bitch! Now you’ve done it! Now for your punishment!”

I withdraw from her pussy and immediately force my entrance into her ass. She screams out in pain as the wide 7” monster fully stretches her ass to its extent. I continue to push inside until I am balls deep. As I pull back out, I hear her “Uhhhnnn” again. Then as I thrust forward, she pushes back to meet my thrusts. I fuck her ass until I shoot my load in her and allow my cock to soften and be expelled by her muscles. She lovingly kneels down and sucks my cock clean and restores it to its original hardness.

I return to the couch and tell her when she gets the mess cleaned up, to come in to the den and ride my disco stick. She chuckles at this and obeys. In a few minutes she is standing before me, bending over to re-energize my cock and then she turns around and sits down, and impaling herself fully. Now it’s my turn to make noises, “Uhhhnnn!”

She fucks me for all she’s worth and I once again cum inside her, only this time I fill her pussy full. She gets up and goes to the shower for a quick douche and enema and returns, freshened up and I tell her that since her chores are done, she may now ask me to do a few things. She asks if I will feast on her pussy as she lies back on the bed and spreads her legs so wide as if she doing a split while lying on her back. I oblige her and commence to lick, suck, bite and probe her pussy. All the attention causes her to first orgasm and then squirt. As I lap her love juices up, I caress her clit with my right hand. This brings her to orgasm one more time and she asks me to feast once more. I return to her pussy and also include her ass. There is nothing sweeter than a fresh fucked, fresh cleansed ass on a barely legal teenage girl. Her ass and pussy could satisfy me for many weeks. I’ve been eating and fucking this beauty for over 4 months and I never tire of her. The only way it is any better, is when her friend is over and we are both feasting on her at the same time.

Now that the chores are all done, and her pussy and ass are finely eaten, I take the liberty of entering her in the missionary position. This is truly my favorite position for someone for who I have some feelings for. It is in this position that I can truly make love to my partner and allow my body to penetrate both her pussy and her mouth. Long, slow, sensuous strokes transmit my passion and love to her. She knows I love her and I tell her so. I know this won’t last forever, but I want the time spent to be full of our lovemaking.

After we make love, we curl up together and I hold her tight to me as we drift off to sleep. The next morning, we shower together, have a quickie in the shower and then have breakfast in the nude. You must have a hearty breakfast in order to learn your lessons properly. She excuses herself and says she needs to get dressed for school. I also must get dressed and go to my room. I tell her that class will be in the den today and to meet me there in an hour.

I sit behind my desk and prepare my mind for the lesson today, sex education. She shows up an hour later, promptly. She has her black, grey and green plaid skirt on, pink thong, white sheer blouse, and matching pink bra, white knee highs and black and white saddle shoes. Her outfit is sexually charged and I can’t wait to teach her lessons. She takes the seat in front of the desk and sits there scissoring her legs open and closed. I see her pink thong and can’t concentrate. As I regain my thoughts, I tell her that today’s class is on sex education. She blushes and says that she has no former education in this discipline and is also a virgin, so that her experience is now not a question.

I begin with a short reading from Song of Solomon and tell her that even the Bible talks about lovemaking. We discuss the word pictures created and then launch off into the sheer mechanics of sex. I ask her if I may use her as a training aid and use a mirror so that she may see any areas that may be obscured by clothing or other body parts. She coyly agrees and I ask her to sit on my desk. She complies. I ask her to allow me to remove her panties so I can show her the first lesson. She stands and allows me to draw them off her hips and down her legs. They are already damp and her scent is heady. She retakes her seat on my desk and spreads her legs.

I use a metal pointer and begin to show her the different parts of her pussy. This is your clitoris and she shudders as I touch it. These are your vulva, as I slip the pointer around them. Inside here is your vaginal cavity, as I slip the pointer inside her. She gasps at its intrusion but allows me to continue. “Can you feel it inside you?”

“Yes, Uhhhnnn, I can.”

“Now, you feel how it stopped moving?”

“Mmmmm”

“That’s your cervix, the opening to your uterus, or womb.”

Now that we’ve investigated a female’s parts, let me show you the male’s apparatus. I unbuckle my belt and undo the button. As I pull my zipper down, I glance up and notice that her eyes are following its path to the bottom of the track. My slacks fall to my ankles and then I step out of them, bend over to pick them up and folding them, place them on the desk. My erection is visible beneath my boxers and I pull them down also, causing it to spring to life.

I grab the main shaft and state, “This is the penis. And below that are the testicles.”, as I grasp them also. “A man has sperm that travels from the testicles to the head of this shaft. As you can see, it appears to be a long sword shaped appendage.”

“Now for the basic mechanics of sex: a man sees a female that is attractive to him. This attraction affects his brain chemistry causing a flow of body chemicals called hormones. These hormones make certain parts of the body leap into action. This is what causes the hardening of the penis. The man takes his penis and inserts it between a woman’s vulva lips into her vagina. Due to the large number of nerve endings inside her vaginal walls, she becomes aroused by the feeling of his penis inside her. This causes her hormones to create a different set of signals and reactions, among which are: wetness, rapid breathing, and maybe even an orgasm.”

“The man may also have an orgasm, and in doing so, his body sends his sperm in motion to the head of the penis with such force that they are expelled inside the woman’s vagina. These little sperm travel to the cervix and then inside the womb in search of an egg to fertilize. If there is no egg, they cease to exist and are expelled in due time. If there is an egg and they meet, a baby can be formed.”

“Now that we’ve covered the basics, do you have any questions?”

“No, that seems quite basic, and easy to understand. What is the next lesson about?”

“It’s about the finer points of making love. Not just how the parts fit, but how to really treat your partner to gain full enjoyment. And after that we will have a lab, so that we can show we were listening and are able to practice or newly learned lessons.”

“Ahhh, labs, I love them,” as she playfully nibbles on her pencil’s eraser.

“In this final lesson, I’ll describe some actions that will make your experiences a little more enjoyable. First item: the mind, you must treat your partner with respect and kindness. This keeps the mind looking forward to a pleasurable time. Then you want to use your hands to lightly touch your partner in a non-sexual way. Don’t appear to be too anxious, be respectful. Use your lips to kiss and caress the body. No need to rush and no need to feel embarrassed by where your lips, tongue and hands go at this point. Your partner will signal you when you are in the right places.”

“Your limits are set by your partner, explore anywhere and everywhere. Start near the head and work your way over the entire body, slowly making your way to the spot between their legs. A girl can take a man’s penis in her mouth and with practice, down her throat. This causes the man to experience great pleasure. It may even cause him to eject sperm into her mouth. Many women enjoy the taste of sperm and desire to please their men so that they can have some.”

A man can provide a woman with her equivalent of this pleasure by using his tongue, lips, teeth and fingers to kiss, suck, bite and enter her vagina, and massage both the vulva and the clitoris. The sensations that are produced cause the woman to become very wet and orgasm, hopefully many times in a row. The secretion that is produced is found to be very desired by the man as the taste is exquisite. Even other women and the woman herself may enjoy its flavor.”

“Once the man and woman have had enough oral stimulation, they may want to have intercourse, placing his penis inside her vagina, now that it is soaking wet. The slipperiness causes the action to be very smooth in and out. The sensations cause both to orgasm if done with care and consideration, and is highly desirable to occur together or in close succession.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“Yes. So you are saying that my tongue can go anywhere?”

“Anywhere your partner allows. Just use your imagination.”

“So, if I want to touch his butt, I can?”

“If he (or she) is OK with that, and you desire to do that, go for it!”

“Mmmmm, I may just try that during the lab. Speaking of that, who are the lab partners?”

“At the moment, just you and I; unless another student comes to class, then we’ll either switch off partners, or make it a threesome.”

“Now it’s time for lunch break, and afterwards we’ll start the lab, unless you have more questions. Just remember, you can still ask questions during the lab, while everyone is still available.”

I go to the kitchen and fix a small salad with oil and vinegar. Heather disappeared and then returned to also have a salad. Her outfit is still the same except her thong is still off. We eat together at the table and we make teacher-student chit chat. She can’t believe that they actually have labs in her class and she is getting excited (and a little wet) just thinking about it. I ask to see and she spreads her legs and shows me her glistening, shaved and swollen pussy. I remark that I love the way a pussy tastes and she blushes. “go ahead, put your fingers inside and then put them in your mouth.”

She inserts two fingers just inside and then pulls them out, very wet. She cautiously touches them to her lips and uses her tongue to tentatively taste them. “Mmmmm, that is tasty!”

“You like that, huh?”

“I can’t wait to taste more, and to taste you!”

“Heather, honey, I can’t wait to taste you either.”

“Lunch will be over in fifteen minutes and we’ll get started on the lab. I’ll be in the classroom until then, if you need me, or want to start early. The more time we spend in lab, the more you’ll learn.”

“OK, I’ll be right in.”

I enter the class and strip off my remaining clothing, folding it neatly and placing it on the desk. I pull a large inflated mattress from a closet and spread the sheets and blankets on it. Then I lay down on it and await my lab partner’s arrival. She enters the room a minute later and stands in front of me to strip. She does so with a devilish grin on her face. I ask her to leave her stilettos and knee highs on, and she acquiesces. She kneels down next to me and traces a dampened finger up and down my arm. Then she puts it back in her pussy and places it on my lips. I suck her finger clean. She leans in and kisses my lips and then my neck. She moves slowly to each of my nipples and suckles them, causing my cock to strain to new heights. Her hand gently caresses it, causing it to begin to throb. She shows my cock her red lips and then gently kisses the head. Then, without much ado, she engulfs my entire length to the balls, without choking. Her ruby red lips enticing my eyes by their actions and appearance. The feeling of her throat wrapped around my thick cock, cause me to cum sooner than I wanted. The first spurt does choke her, but then she allows the rest to fill her hungry mouth. She then leans back and tells me that its my turn now.

I spend a lot of time and attention on her breasts. I’m not a breast man, but know a woman likes it. Her 34 C cup is perfect and I tug on her nipples with my teeth eliciting a yelp from her. I chuckle and kiss my way to her navel and then to her perfect, pulsating pussy. It is so wet and the smell is heavenly. I bypass it briefly to run my tongue around her ass hole and then dive right into her pussy. I then concentrate on her clit and insert 2 fingers inside to manipulate her into an orgasm. She cums with a great shudder and just as I’m about to feast on this meal, I hear Vanessa’s voice, “Am I too late for class?”

“Why no, dear, did you do the required reading?”

“Yes sir, I did. I know I should take my time and woe my partner, but I see you’ve already done that for me.” Standing there before me, looking every bit like Heather’s twin with regard to her clothing.

“Just remove all your clothing except for your knee highs and your stilettos. Then you may begin wherever you want.” She removes the appropriate articles and I see her glistening, weeping pussy, and can’t wait to taste it. She kneels down between H’s legs and begins to feast on her pussy. I lay down on my back, behind V, and insert my tongue into her pussy. She giggles a little and continues to enjoy her lunch of Heather’s pussy.

As she nears her own orgasm, I relent and turn around to enter her pussy with my cock. I drive all the way inside in one quick motion and hear her cry out as the orgasm hits her. The convulsing vagina brings my own orgasm near and I stroke just a few times to end my ache. As I lay on the floor afterwards, the two girls turn their attentions on me, putting into practice the lessons from the morning session.

After 4 hours of lab time, I announce that both my students have passed with straight A’s. There is a special present I’d like to give them, but it requires that they assume a special position. I tell them to bend over and grab your ankles. I then apply each girl’s pussy juice to her asshole and then proceed to ass fuck each one, first H for a minute and then V for a minute. I state that the girl that makes me cum first gets to have her cream pie eaten by the other. Their assholes perform superbly and I am having problems with restraint. After 10 minutes, I am ready to go. I almost fill V, but the timer rings and I end up inside H when the explosion occurs. As I fill H’s ass full of cum, V lies on her back on the mat and awaits her next meal. H straddles V’s face and allows the cum to ooze from her ass into V’s mouth. Then she sits on V’s face while V sucks the remaining cum from her ass. She retains some in her mouth and kisses H, swapping it into her mouth so she can enjoy it also. These two lovely teens, embraced in a lesbian french kiss are my star pupils.

I’m glad this isn’t the end, but only the beginning of a long week of unbridled, uninhibited, wild sex. A week full of vaginal and anal sex, lesbian sex, hetero sex, and some incest, a week where we will fuck our brains out and fuck our bodies raw. The rest of the night we spend caressing and exploring each other’s bodies with our tongues, lips and fingers.