Written by Alex on 02 September 2010
The next day we decided to split up. My girlfriend went to the beach and I went in search of something a little different.
I found the tiny shop on an alley just off the seafront. I almost missed it, its dark door and tiny drab sign conspiring to make the presence of the place almost undetectable. I pushed the door open and a small brass bell hung above it jangled.
I was in a small foyer a couple of metres square whose only light was from the window, the dirty yellow panes filtered out most of the bright sunlight outside and a couple of low powered candle effect bulbs in the fitting on the back wall. I assumed put there to create atmosphere. It wasn’t working.
I pushed through the wooden beaded curtain into the back of the shop and said “Hello” to the hooded figure at the round table.
“Sit” she said, pronouncing the “i” as a double “e” in a way that vaguely suggested an eastern European heritage.
“No crystal ball?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.
“Do you come here to mock me?” She spat the words across the table, they were like a slap to the face.
“Erm, no.” I was beginning to wonder if I had the right place.
She chuckled enjoying my discomfort. Then threw back the hood of her cloak and I saw the familiar face of Zoe, the love of my life when I was eighteen. Her green eyes sparkled in the light from the candles dotted around the room and her cherry red painted lips were smiling. Her long black hair was still as curly as I remembered.
“Lock the door and I’ll get us a drink.” She said, “And turn the sign to closed.”
I did and returned to find a bottle of whisky opened on the table and my tumbler half full of golden brown liquid.
We raised our glasses.
“Noroc” I said, tilting the glass to her and tapping the side of her tumbler.
“You remembered.” She replied gleefully, “Noroc”. And with that her whisky disappeared in one gulp. I followed suit.
“I don’t remember much Romanian, but we did drink a lot together.”
We chatted for a while and got more than a little drunk. She looked good, very good. The business wasn’t paying the bills I discovered, bar work in the evenings kept the wolf from the door not the fortune telling.
I kept finding myself looking at the opening of her blouse and trying to catch a glimpse of the curve of the ripe breasts inside. I became aware she’d stopped talking, but realised I hadn’t been listening.
“Are you looking at my tits?”
“Yes.” There was no reason to be coy. I’d seen them innumerable times, licked them, bitten them, sucked them, cum on them. They looked as inviting as ever.
Her tongue darted across her lips and she paused for a moment. Then her fingers began unbuttoning the dark purple silk of her blouse. She slowly pulled it open to reveal her black lacy bra, two C-cups holding breasts with inviting dark nipples if memory served me correctly.
I shuffled in my chair.
“Uncomfortable?”
“A little.” I replied, my cock was hard.
“At the risk of sounding cliché, I’ll deal with that …”
Zoe knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans. It brought back memories of liaisons in places we shouldn’t have had liaisons.
“This is the sort of school reunion I like.” She said.
She was clutching my cock in one hand. The swollen head was dribbling precum, too inviting for Zoe to resist. She lapped at the stream of clear liquid, enjoying the taste as she always had. Next she engulfed it, sucking and licking at my cock while I groaned and writhed my appreciation.
Her hand worked my shaft as I wished I could get my hands on her tits, the tits that had been the subject of so many wank fantasies before I’d finally persuaded her to go out with me.
I could feel my balls tightening and remembered the time she had first sucked them, in the back of my first car. I could still feel the delightful discomfort as she sucked too hard and made me yelp … I could feel that I was cumming. So could Zoe.
She pulled away and frantically pumped my shaft with her hand. My groin pulsed and pumped my cum in four long arcs across her chest before subsiding to a dozen less violent spasms which dribbled my remaining issue over her fingers.
I watched the sticky white fluid begin to dribble slowly down her tits.
“Just like old times.” She remarked.
“We ought to do this more often.” I suggested. “In fact, I have an idea. How would you like to do something very, very bad indeed?”
“Tell me more.” Said Zoe in a low cat-like purr.
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Written by Alex on 02 September 2010
Continued from here.
I lay back in the bath, my hard cock pointing towards my face, balls pulled tight and aching to be played with.
The girls were true to their word though. They had decided to give me a wash, a very thorough wash. My girlfriend started with my feet and worked up while the waitress washed my hair. She massaged my scalp sending tingles through me which were intensified as my girlfriend soaped and rubbed my legs working slowly upward. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intensely erotic sensations.
Four hands rubbed, massaged and cleansed all converging on my crotch. When they met they pulled and stroked and tugged. My balls were cupped and rolled, teased and pinched. My cock was stroked for a moment then with the skin pulled back my frenulum was rubbed, slowly at first but with an increasing ferocity. I began to twist and turn, the water sloshing in the tub, threatening to splash over the side.
The rubbing stopped and the waitress’ russet hair dark, wet and clinging to her shoulder leant forward and licked the clear dewdrop from my erection. My girlfriend slipped her finger along my perineum and onto the opening of my arse. She rubbed gently causing my sphincter to involuntarily contract and my balls to tighten even more.
“I think he’s clean enough.” Said the waitress.
They patted me dry with towels from the rail and the three of us made for the bed. The covers were thrown off and we lay together, my girlfriend in the middle, the waitress and I on either side.
Our hands explored and delved. It became impossible to know whos’ hand was probing who, and not really important. The smell of pussy became strong with each girl’s excitement adding to the scent moment by moment.
My girlfriend pushed the waitress onto her back, kissing her mouth before moving down to suck her dark nipples. I pushed two fingers inside my girlfriend’s wet snatch her juices running down my hand, her hot opening making slurping sounds as I twisted my finger inside her.
I moved down and slid between the waitress’s legs. Her neatly trimmed pussy hair framed a set of pouting lips. The remaining hair glistened with fragrant fluids of her own making. She raised her legs, bending her knees and drawing them up. I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening. Her pussy yielded and accepted my throbbing cock. I pressed forward until my balls were pressed against her backside then began to pump her slowly.
My girlfriend moved round to face me, placing a knee either side of the waitress’s head. The waitress watched as she cupped her own breasts and pinched her nipples. Then my girlfriend leaned forward bringing her clitoris in reach of the waitresses tongue. She began lapping at my girlfriend’s pussy immediately. I looked into my girlfriend’s eyes as they rolled into the top of her head. The girl was obviously good.
The sight of my woman being licked into ecstasy by another girl was too much for me. I began to cum. I suddenly needed to push myself hard and fast into the pussy I was fucking. Three or four strokes pumped me dry and then I ground against the waitress’s buttocks for what seemed like an age. I rolled to one side and let the girls sixty nine while I watched them.
To be continued …
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Written by Alex on 02 September 2010
After the exertions of the day our evening meal was supposed to be a relaxing affair followed by a quiet drink at a local pub to unwind before retiring. There was plenty of time to investigate more of the local nightlife in the coming days.
I told my girlfriend about the girl in the ice cream parlour. She loved it when I described the flood of cum running down the girl’s legs and onto the stone floor. I was told in no uncertain terms that I would be making up later for the fact that my girlfriend hadn’t been there to watch.
We sat down to eat in the quaint, but old fashioned dining room and were pleasantly surprised that the waiting staff had changed from the pleasant but ancient pair of old dears who had served us on our first two nights. We were late and by the time we were eating all the other guests had left the dining room. One of the waitresses was around 40, tall, voluptuous and popping out of her blouse due to the mass of her tits. She finished clearing the tables of the previous diners as we were just beginning and waved goodbye to our waitress who was left to attend to us. She was younger, about 35 with reddish hair and a full round bottom that filled her black knee-length skirt to perfection.
We joked with her when she served us and she said we made a lovely couple. We told her that we often did, but not always with each other. She laughed, taking it as a joke then noticed the look in my girlfriend’s eye and the realisation dawned that we weren’t joking. At this point one of two things could have happened. Either she would back off or pretend the moment hadn’t happened and we would all carry on as if nothing had happened.
What happened was hugely exciting. My girlfriend smiled as the waitress leant over the table towards her on the premise of picking up a side plate but letting my girlfriend look straight down the front of her blouse. At the same time she thrust her bottom out giving me a marvellous view of her perfectly curved buttocks.
Then she walked slowly to the kitchen wiggling her hips for us both to see in an obscenely provocative manner.
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Later I dozed off on in our room. I could hear the sloshing of water while my girlfriend showered, then heard the door open then close. Unfamiliar footsteps padded across the carpet and paused outside the bathroom door.
I slowly woke and was just in time to see the waitress from earlier slip off her skirt and let it drop to the floor before walking into the bathroom unbuttoning her blouse. My girlfriend let out a small yelp of surprise, then exchanged a few words with the waitress before I heard giggling and the sounds of splashing water and moans from the shower.
I listened, picking out the familiar sounds of joy from my girlfriend and the new, exciting exclamations from the waitress. I was getting stiff in my trousers but let my cock be, there would be plenty of time for me later. The only question was if it would involve one, other or both of the girls.
I got my answer when my girlfriend appeared in the doorway, naked with her skin still glistening with water.
“We’ve run you a bath.” She said.
I smiled and slid off the bed, walking bare-footed across the carpet and onto the tiles of the steam filled bathroom. The waitress was sitting on the edge of the bath, her clothes were strewn across the floor. The dark skin of her erect nipples drew my eyes and as she got up and began to undress me I couldn’t resist grasping one in my hand and squeezing it.
“Hey! What about me?” My girlfriend protested pushing along side the waitress. I obliged and cupped her breast in my hand while she unbuckled my belt.
A few moments later I was naked, my cock hard and waving in front of me.
“You need a wash.” Said my girlfriend and indicated I should get into the bath.
As soon as I slipped into the tub they both began to wash me …
To be continued.
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Written by Alex on 02 September 2010
After she gave me my morning blowjob we went to the beach. The smell of fish and chips and slightly suspect doughnuts rolled across the sand while we lay gently roasting. She said, without opening her eyes “I fancy an ice cream.”
“There’s a queue a mile long.” I said squinting down the prom. “I’ll go to that place just off the front.” I figured it would be quieter and at least as quick even with the extra walking distance.
When I entered the shop I spotted that behind the counter, along with two other women, was a busty blonde who we’d met the night before in one of the sea front bars. She acknowledged me and leant over to one of her colleagues, then gestured over to the side door.
I followed out into the alley and then into the walled yard at the back of the shop.
“I was due for a break.” She explained. “Off out again tonight?”
“Probably.” I replied. We got chatting and my eyes kept drifting to her hefty bosom.
“You kept doing that last night.” She giggled.
“Ah, sorry!”
“Sorry? Do you like them. ” She jiggled throwing the fleshy mounds into a quaking dance under her white coat. “Bet you’d like to know what they feel like.”
“Pardon.”
She unfastened her white coat to reveal that she was only wearing a bra underneath. She reached behind and unclipped the clasp. Two DD breasts tumbled forward, nipples already pert.
“Go on, have a lick.” She said, lifting one of her breasts with a hand and offering it to me.
I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked it slightly, then nibbled it, finally swirling my tongue around it in increasing circles.
“Mmmmh” she moaned.
The short skirt she wore under the coat gave me easy access to her legs. My hand crept up her inner thigh soliciting “What do you think you’re …” she stopped short as my hand reached the top of her thigh and my fingers began to push aside the gusset of her knickers.
Her underwear was wet, her snatch wetter still, the fragrance from its river of juices pervading the air.
She was leaning against the wall now, massaging the breast that I was neglecting while I started first to move my fingers in and out of her pussy, then faster and harder. I assumed she must be close to orgasm so curled my fingers into her and found the soft pad of tissue nestling behind her pubic bone.
My two fingers hooked, squeezed and massaged. Her pussy started to twitch. “What are you do … Oh Fuck!” She let out a groaning moan. Her snatch tightened on my fingers, her juices flowed as she’d never experienced before, I knew that from her reaction. The sloshing sound between her legs became louder, the smell of her outpourings changed and I knew the dripping sound on the hard stone floor would be the formation of a pool of slightly milky-white ejaculate.
She pulled me into her cleavage, smothering me in the deep valley.
I withdrew my fingers from her still spasming pussy and licked them clean. I watched as she regained her composure.
“I suppose you’ll want a free ice cream for that.” She suggested, buttoning up her coat.
“Two would be nice.” I replied and followed her back into the shop noticing with satisfaction the glistening of her fluids still dribbling down her calves.
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Written by Alex on 02 September 2010
I woke to find myself sporting wood. The usual state of affairs and one that all men are familiar with. I stared up at the ceiling and realised the slightly grubby Artex and dusty lamp shade did not belong to my bedroom.
I felt a movement under the covers, a hand taking my cock and exploring the length of the rigid flesh. I looked to my right to see the top of a brown head of hair slipping under the covers. I felt my foreskin pulled back and a tongue lick my glans.
The hand grasping my member and stroked it up and down immediately made me contort my back with pleasure. This was an unexpected wakeup call but not unwelcome for that. The other hand grasped my balls and rolled them around.
Next the mouth enveloped the tip of my cock. The hand pumping my shaft having to make shorter strokes now, the tongue circling my glans and probing inside the tip more than making up for this.
My heart was racing and my balls were getting tight. I felt myself being taken deep into the warm wet cavern of an expert mouth until I felt my cock pressing into the tightness of her throat. She gurgles and gagged but kept trying to force my cock deeper and deeper.
The enthusiasm of her blowjob and intensity of sensation were electrifying. My temperature rose and I threw back the covers to see the naked form of my girlfriend, hair forward over her face, sucking my erection for all she was worth.
I felt myself cumming, a deep, powerful orgasm that made me throw my head back and roll my eyes. Cum pumped out of my groin, filling her mouth until I felt her release me, the last spasms or ejaculation throwing my hot, white seed into the air.
When I looked down I could see her smiling face, a blob of white viscous semen hanging from her top lip. She leant forward, her tongue extending licking a streak of cum from my belly before sliding up against me. I could feel the sticky fluid on my belly pressed against hers, then tasted myself on her tongue as she thrust it into my mouth.
Nice way to start a holiday, I thought.
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Written by Alex on 01 September 2010
Male masturbators come in all shapes and sizes, some attempt to be realistic, others don’t. A relatively new development is the ones which are themed on Anime and Manga characters. Of course you could hardly say that these are modelled on those characters as they are not real but the theme of Japanese pop culture is the inspiration for these toys.
Being freed from the constrictions of emulating the female form and replacing it with vibrant and varied art form means designers have all sorts of possibilities at their disposal.
That in itself does not make a useable male sex toy.
The Yozakura masturbator is compact and moulded from purple TPR plastic making it very stretchy and comfortable to use. Internally it features three “vacuum chambers”, each textured and joined by ribbed tunnels. Unlike most masturbators of this size only one end has an opening. However the flexibility for the jelly-like TPR means that it will accommodate all sizes of male member.
To use this masturbator you’ll need a little lubricant that you’ll have to buy separately. Once lubricated the masturbator slips easily onto your penis. What I did find was that the masturbator trapped air in the vacuum chambers making it difficult to insert your penis full. By working my hand along the masturbator I was able to remove the air and experience the masturbator as it was designed to be enjoyed.
The chambers do apply suction to your cock when in use and the internal texture does provide pleasant stimulation. However because the masturbator is so flexible the suction is not very strong and the for the same reason the internal nodules are not as intense as a masturbator made from silicone. The sinuous shape of the ribbed connecting tunnels provides as much if not more stimulation as the vacuum chambers.
The soft TPR allows you to vary the pressure on your penis, something you can’t do with a thicker masturbator.
Before and after use the Yozakura masturbator is easy to clean and seems durable enough to last a long time with the proper care. Just remember you can’t use this masturbator without using some lube so if you don’t have a quality water based lube to hand buy some when you buy this masturbator.
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Written by Alex on 01 September 2010
I was going to re-tweet the tweet I saw today on Über Twitter’s “Everyone near me” feature, but I thought better of it as it could embarrass. I found it amusing though. It was from a woman to her man and I quote:
“Any chance of poodle action this evening then? You do deserve a poodle treat! 
”
Someone’s in for a tweet (pun intended) this evening. I wonder what exactly a poodle treat is. And I wonder if I did know what it was if I would be wishing I’d never found out.
There are some things that you might want to use direct message for on twitter LOL.
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Written by Alex on 01 September 2010
I lay in the dark on the bed next to Alex watching our latest instalment of porn, something to do with big boobs. And they were big. 
We watched about 10 minutes of the first scene which was quite different from the norm, I’m sure Alex will be reviewing it later. Then I felt like sucking a bit of cock myself. I reached down under the covers and located his stiffening penis.
I ran my finger over the tip and collected the droplet of pre cum on my finger and being careful not to waste it on the bedsheet brought my hand to my mouth. It tasted sweet and sticky, a prelude to what was to come. Ahem…
“Can you pass me one of those minty strips to freshen my mouth”, I asked Alex and he reached in his bedside draw and passed me a little box with the 69 ers in it.
Moments later I was taking his cock in to my mouth and simultaneously sucking in air over his swollen glans. Alex drew in a breath of air and shuddered. It was working then. Pressing my tongue firmly against his frenulum I pushed my head down his long shaft until my nose grounded on his groin and then slowly lifted back up.
Alex moaned his appreciation of my attentions. I picked up speed, nodding my head up and down on his erection, not taking him as deep but pushing hard against the roof of my open mouth with each stroke.
“Stop, I’m going to come!”, he exclaimed. Slowly I withdrew from his cock needing to feel him inside me, deep inside me. I rolled over, raising my ass in the air and placing my head on the pillow.
Alex moved in behind me, I could feel his heat against the bare flesh of my awaiting ass before he entered me. With one long and deliberate push he sank his hard flesh in to me. I yelped as he hit my cervix.
He then started fuck me in earnest, stabbing in to my wet open cunt, snarling like a wild animal. I felt his hand on the back of my neck as he pushed me in to the pillow, giving me just enough time to turn my head for breath.
As I did so I noticed we had a visitor in the doorway of the bedroom. The silhouette was that of my cat. He was watching us from the open doorway, almost in a judgemental fashion. Or was that just me. Momentarily he put me off, made me feel self conscious.
Which brought to mind this question. What puts you off when you are having sex? Or can you disregard interruption and carry on without a thought?
BTW, I soldiered on and he disappeared, allowing me to milk Alex’s cock but not before having 3 orgasms myself.
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