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Then she said, “Ed. Do you want to know something? You kissed my
pussy and licked it with your tongue. That was really terrific.
Nobody has ever done that to me before. My husband thinks only queers
do that sort of thing. He is the sort to stick it in, cum, pull it
out, have a cigarette and go to sleep sort of guy. Know what I mean?
What I’m tryin’ to say is, I enjoyed it almost as much as havin’ your
prick explode inside me. Wow, that felt good. Can we do it again?
Soon?”

I assured her this was part and parcel of good love making and
I considered myself and expert at this game. I told her, too, that
I enjoyed our session just as much as she did, maybe more, and I
wasn’t about to stop as long as she felt her husband was not going
to come barging in and raise hell. She assured me this would never
happen, “because he just didn’t give a shit one way or the other.”

I knew, though, that she didn’t want to take a chance and have any
of my jizz pumped out; not yet, anyway. So, I just kneeled there
trying to keep from getting hard again and, above all trying to
keep it from slipping out. It was not to be. As my pecker
shriveled it just naturally slipped out and when it did our love
juices just came out with it and stained the wooden planking of the
table. She could feel it and started wailing about wasting it and
not having a chance to have a baby and on and on. I tried to calm
her by telling her there was more where that came from and for her
not to fret. Shit, I told her she had enough in her to create 2
billion me’s. She calmed a bit and relaxed staring at the blue
sky.

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The trough
was a perfect place to bathe. It was made of wood and was rather
large and fairly deep. Made of heavy planking, it was about 4 feet
wide and six or so feet long. At one end of the trough was a windmill
for pumping the water in a nd on the other end was a flat wooden table
that was used for washing clothes and that sort of stuff. She was
skipping and hopping all the way here and she had let her hair down
and it was bobbing and bouncing with each skip she made. Really a
sight to see. As a matter of fact my old pecker was now standing
fully at attention under the water. Read the rest of this entry »

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I could see a teen babe, really, not
more than 25 or so and what I could see above and below the sort of
baggy dress she was wearing, was quite a lot of woman. Her hair was
done up in a bun and straight as a die, but blonde as all get out;
well a kind of dirty blonde. From the mountain sun I guessed because
it looked like it should have been light brown. She was kind of cute,
too, not gorgeous, not even pretty, but she was still holding a double
barreled shotgun at her side; taking no chances, I guess, and this
sort of took away any tendency for her to be pretty as far as I was
concerned.

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I signed, using my Visa Card, and gave him a tip and said, “I’m
going exploring with my 4-by in the morning and I was wondering if
you were a native of this area and familiar with the terrain?” He
assured me he was all of the above and proceeded to draw me a map
of a terrific road which would lead me to all sorts of high adventure.

After breakfast in the RV campgrounds so called “restaurant”, I headed
out to follow the route outlined by my friend the waiter. It was
beautiful and worthwhile driving through. The month was August and it
was sort of dry, but still there was a lot of foliage at this high
altitude. I would guess I was at about 10 or 11 thousand feet when I
began having doubts. The road was alive with animals in the shape of
deer, bear and and what I took to be wolf.

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Nothing more than that. I wanted to see what was around the next
corner and over that next hill. After getting all set up and the
sewer and water hoses connected, I went in to town and had a good
stiff double martini and ordered a filet mignon and baked potato
and then went whole hog and ordered a Caesar salad. The steak was
terrific, but the place was empty and the waiter, obviously bored,
was leaning against the bar and when I finished I waved him over
wanting to talk. He came up and said, “Everything all right, sir?
Do you want the check or would you like some dessert?” I wanted
conversation, no dessert and I would, of course, take the check.

Which brings me to the present situation. I had traveled from New
York to where I was presently parked. I had purchased a small
motorhome type vehicle and I was towing a small Japanese truck
behind it. When I arrived at a destination point, I parked the mobile
home, disconnected the truck and called it home. I had everything
handy that my New York apartment offered, but this motorhome could
move from city to city and state to state. My New York apartment was
right where I had left it and this was not to my liking. So, here I
was parked in a small RV park in the foothills of the Colorado Rockies.
My intentions were simply to explore.

I had seen this portion of
the world and I wanted to get on with seeing the rest of it;
wanderlust, I guess you call this. Where were we going? Who cared as
long as it was somewhere different from where we were at the moment.

I have never taken a train, a plane or a ship, other than the merchant
marine, to get where I wanted to go. In view of the fact I have seen
most of the world via the maritime service, this form of travel no
longer appeals to me. Now, when I go somewhere I take the only form
of transport that satisfies as far as I’m concerned and that is the
four wheeled vehicle called the automobile. Planes fly over things
and all you see are colored patterns, ships can’t go into valleys and
hidden places, trains roar past most of the good spots without
stopping and all you see is a blur of wooden poles holding up wires
and the back fences of the poorest neighborhoods in America, but the
car can be maneuvered into most any place. Well, not all places as I
often discovered.

What had started out to be just an afternoon of wandering around in
the Colorado foothills was turning out to be an experience that was
not pleasant at all. Perhaps you would understand a bit better if
I filled you in on what was going on. All of my life there has
been a burning deep inside me to seek adventure. I want to, no I
need to, find out what is over that next hill or around that next
turn in the road. If I look at a map and see all the nice freeways
and byways that are designated as “I” this and “I” that, then
boredom sets in and, yawning, I put the map away and choose some
other route. Any time I have headed out on vacation the tug of
adventure has caused me to abandon the proven route and, literally,
forced me to drive down the forbidden or undiscovered path. Oh, I
suppose there is a psychological reason for this or, perhaps, I’m
a reincarnation of some ancient explorer or, maybe, it is just born
into some people and they can’t help it. I know I can’t. I joined
the merchant marine when I was quite young, simply because I had
read somewhere these ships wandered all over the world; I wanted to
see the world. When we were in port and loading the ship, I was
like a caged tiger pacing from rail to rail and bow to stern hoping we
would get underway before I went bananas.

I left and did my show. People called in and asked me if I was feeling
alright. I guess the afternoon’s encounter must have made my voice sound like
I was on the edge of death.

Jill went back to school and found herself a husband. Tiffany and I
split up because she didn’t like the fact that my work was causing me to be out
at weird hours. All 3 of us kept in touch and got together from time to time,
just the three of us, for dinner, and some unusual deserts.

DO IT! I’M CUMMING ALL OVER!! AAARRRGGGHHH AAAHHHH EEEEK SOOO GOOOOOD!” were
all that was coming from the bedroom, not to mention all the juices! I
could feel Tiffany’s juices engulf my cock as I shot like a garden hose that
had been backed up with pressure and was being released. Jill creamed all over
my face and practically rearranged my teeth! Tits were bouncing, bodies were
slamming, juices were flowing! I’m getting hard just writing about it. After
what seemed like a year, we finally started to slow down. By the time we
stopped, the girls just fell on top of me and that’s how we laid for a while
and fell asleep.

When I woke up it was dark outside. I had a couple of hour before I
had to be at the radio station to do my show so I woke up the girls and
suggested that we all cleaned up. Of course we did it together. It took us
almost an hour to shower (do I have to mention why?) and got dressed. This
also took a while.

Now that I had control back, I had to decide how long was enough time to
really make this simultaneous orgasm the best. A minute sounded good. We all
started to relax a little then I said, “OK, here we go.” Without warning, I
started furiously eating Jill’s twat and fucking the shit out of Tiffany.
Within about 30 seconds we were all back to where we were a minute ago. But
this time, we were all gonna cum. I took a last deep breath and started biting
Jill’s clit and shoving into Tiffany so hard that she started bouncing off the
matress. My balls started to boil, I could feel the girls doing the preorgasmic shake. It was time! THIS WAS IT!! FUCK THE BEER COMMERCIALS BECAUSE
THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS!!! Our moans became screams, we started shouting
incoherent things and we all came. “OOOOOHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD! YEAAAAAHHH!!

That time was upon us, that time that every sexually active person
awaits, ORGASM! I had an idea though. I put my hands under Jill’s ass and
lifted her cunt off my face and said, “Girls, let’s come together. When you
feel like you’re gonna cum, say so, OK?” They groaned in the affirmative.
After a few minutes, Jill announced her intention to cum. I relaxed a bit on
her cunt. I was getting ready to cum also so I had to slow down on Tiffany’s
cunt. The only thing wrong with this was that it would take longer for Tiffany
to cum now. I think Jill knew that because she took one of her fingers and
started rubbing Tiffany’s clit with it. It wasn’t long before Tiffany announced
she’d cum if Jill didn’t stop.

Jill shifted her snatch slightly and I started sucking on her clit.
That made her go absolutely crazy! She started moaning loudly and said, “God,
Tom! Play with my ti…ti..tits!” I reached up and massaged her ample chest
wishing I could suck in her nipples, but satisfied with her cunt. Tiffany
started slamming up and down on me. The waterbed started moving quite a bit
causing a wavy sound to accompany our flesh-pounding, organ-sucking noises.
Tiffany leaned forward and and said, “Jill honey, lean back and sssss oooohhh,
suuuuuuck on my tiiiiits!” I thought to myself “How?” then I found out how.
Jill leaned back and found Tiffany’s tits right above her mouth and sucked them.
It was the most unreal thing I ever saw. I wish I had brought my video camera.
There we were, me on the bottom, and 2 buxom babes on top. One riding my dick,
the other riding my face and sucking each other’s tits!

I thought I had a pretty good idea of what Jill was about to suggest.
God, how I love this threesome stuff! I laid down as instructed and Jill
straddled my face with her pussy. Tiffany knew what to do. She straddled my
cock and as she inserted it into her, Jill said, “Now we can both have fun.”
Tiffany gave an approving “Oh yeah” and slid me all the way in her hot box.
She started moving up and down and Jill started rubbing my face with her cunt.
I flicked her clit with my tongue and let it slip into her hole every so often.
We started out slow at first and then picked up the speed. I had never done
anything like this before! This was the most amazing feeling. Eating one pussy
while fucking the other one. Both girls were moaning and breathing heavy and
instead of moaning, I lapped at Jill’s twat even harder while I tried my best to
jam my dick into Tiffany at the same time.