Guest Writer Megan: A new man at the park

A New Man at the Park

By: Megan

Dana's Disclaimer: Hey all my horny readers! I've been a bit lax in the writing department, so for the moment I'm gonna give the writing credits to my friend and alter ego Megan. Be nice to her she's a great woman.

Just to lay down the basics Megan is a BBW, so if you got a problem with that, then don't read and loosen up a little. Meg's got the whole German, Scottish, and Irish heritage going on. So, sit back, relax, get naked and enjoy Megan's story of her latest conquest.

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So, it was my 30^th birthday party. My friend Tiffany and I had decided to have a joint birthday party. My birthday was on the 18^th and hers was the 20^th so having a party on the 19^th just made sense. Not to mention the fact that our fav local band, Down For Five, was playing it hard and heavy at the bar on the 19^th .

The party was crazy, there wasn't as many people there as we'd hoped, unfortunately there' s a lot of haters in this world that want to still act as if we are all still in high school. If you don't fit into a specific group the for some reason you just don't belong. Tiffany and her husband Mitch had come to pick me up that way I could get thoroughly fucked up and not worry about driving home.

For the party I bought a special outfit from Lane Bryant. It was a blue graphic tee shirt, that showed a bit of cleavage. A fitted jean skirt, that looked good on me, or at least that's what Tiffany said. I also had a pair of combat boots, because I roll hard, ha ha.

We were at out table with some friends Laura and Liv came out to see us. We had purchased like 24 cupcakes for the party and all took turns molesting the cupcakes for the camera. It was a blast. I can't specifically remember how many beers I had that night. I do remember drinking something called a Jäger bomb. There was also something neon green in a mug and some jell-o shots.

There was a guy with all sorts of piercings in his face. He was cute, though he wasn't going to come on too strong, because he thought I was with a male friend of mine, Connor. Tiffany kept telling the pierced dude that I had nothing going on with Connor. He has about 5 piercings in his tongue and he could wiggle that thing like it was powered by energizer. I should've gotten his number, but I didn't. * sigh *

At one point during the night Connor started to talk his friend Derek up as if he were selling him on the auctioning block. To tell you the truth I didn't pay much attention, I was rather drunk. Though I do remember Connor telling me that him and Derek get mistaken for each other all the time, but that Derek is one guy Connor doesn't mind getting mistaken for.

The night didn't really begin to get interesting until after the bar had closed. My friends promised to be my DD, and they agreed to go up to this park after we left the bar. The park wasn't far from the bar, and apparently a lot of the bar goers meet up at this certain park.

I've only seen this park at night. It's rather dark with no street lights. It's best to go on a full moon. There are some benches out there and some big ass trees. Don't go out there after a hard rain, you might get your foot stuck, I speak from experience.

So, Tiffany, Mitch and I wander up to the park. From every angle of the park you hear, “who goes there” as if it's some medieval fantasy park. We found out that occasionally people play vampire the masquerade up there or dungeons and dragons, so it is some sort of medieval park. As we get there I recognize the shape of Connor, then I see Derek.

“You're the doppelgänger I told him.”

He said that he was. I don't exactly remember how it got up to this point, but somehow there was Tiffany persuading me and Connor persuading Derek to kiss and we did. Then suddenly Derek didn't leave my side at all. He was by me the whole time, trying to get more action.

I believe (I was very drunk) that someone persuaded us to kiss again, which ended up in a make out fest. We were standing out the middle of the park kissing. It was surreal.

Finally Tiffany coxed us into the benches. She was chatting up some other people and taking blinding black mail photos with her camera. She noticed that Derek's hand was on my boob and I informed her that it didn't matter because I couldn't feel anything due to the use of padding in my bra. This is of course the time in which Derek's hand went down my top and found my boob.

Tiffany wasn't leaving my side because she's a good friend and she didn't want my drunk ass to be taking advantage of, though by that time I was starting to sober up a little. I told her it was okay and Derek and I wanted some alone time.

Once Tiffany got up to go mingling that's when the make out session really began. I think if I would've let him, Derek would've brought my boob out in the open, though he did manage to stick his head under my shirt.

The thing that got me about Derek is that being a bigger woman I honestly think he enjoyed my rolls rather than avoided them, I mean that's something to say for a man don't ya think. He just seemed to enjoy touching me all over.

I confessed to him that I really needed to pee badly, the liquor was getting to me and I needed to go. He walked me out to some trees, helped me pull up my skirt and pull down my underwear, and helped me squat. At first I didn't think I'd be able to make a tinkle, but finally the flow came, big time. It was such a relief. Luckily someone was at least smart enough to bring a roll of TP out to the park. Gotta be able to wipe!

After I cleaned myself up, I started to pull up my underwear, but he stopped me. Derek started kissing me and pressed me into the tree truck. Soon his fingers were at my pussy diving between my lips. He felt how wet I was and moaned. He began rubbing my clit hard. I had to tell him to be a little softer, I'm very sensitive.

He began to rub in soft circular motions. I could feel my orgasm building. I bit his ear and whispered.

“I wanna fuck your finger.”

He obliged by sticking his finger deep inside of me. I moved my hips back and forth and felt his long finger slide in and out of me. I moaned and bit his neck and a small orgasm flushed through me.

He pulled his finger out and began rubbing my clit again.

“This is probably a good time to warn you, that I can ejaculate.” I told him.

“Sweet!” he said.

“Wait, I'm gonna cream all over my underwear”

We looked at the underwear that was still around my thighs. Derek pulled out a pocket knife and squatted down. He ran the point of the blade up my leg. It was a little scary, but exciting none the less. He took the blade and cut my panties off of me.

Then he kissed my leg where he'd ran the blade. Kissed all the way up to my pussy. He lifted one leg and threw it over his shoulder. Derek pushed apart my folds and went to town with his tongue.

It's funny in past relationships I've been told that my clit was too small to find, but Derek had no troubles. He found it immediately and began to lick me to ecstasy. He held his tongue out rigid and let me move my hips back and forth over it. Then he tongue fucked me, which brought on the orgasmic waves.

I shook and pulled at his thick dark hair. I pushed him further into my pussy. He licked me harder, I shook and my juices shot out, I could feel them running down my legs. He kept licking as I kept exploding over and over again.

Finally he came up for air. I'm sure everyone at the park could hear us moaning and groaning, but no one was bothering us for the moment.

“I want you inside me.” I told him.

I helped him with his pants and I took his hard cock out and stroked it a few times with my hands. I squatted to the ground and pulled his nice hard cock into my mouth. I sucked him hard and ran my tongue over his head. He brought his hand under my chin and a lifted my head up. Then he grabbed my hand and helped me back up.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. That's when he picked me up. I was shocked, because I'm a big girl so I don't get picked up often. I wrapped my legs around him. He pressed me into the tree truck and I knew I'd have some scrapes on my backside, but I didn't care.

Before I knew it he was inside me and we were fucking against the tree. Hard fucking. I clutched tightly with my arms and with my thighs.

I bit into his neck repeatedly which seemed to spur him on to fuck me harder and faster. I could feel the tree bark digging into my backside, but all I could think about was my body erupting around his hard cock.

I loved the feeling of him pulling out then slamming back into me, I moaned and screamed as an orgasm ripped through me. That I knew the whole park had to have heard.

Finally he announced he was cumming. He slammed into me as deep as he could go. We both convulsed as we came together. He held me up for awhile longer while regretted pulling out. He pulled out and I slid down his body, like a fireman's pole.

We both could barely stand, but I helped him correct his clothing and he helped me correct mine, minus the cut off underwear. I think he picked up the underwear and put them in his pocket.

We walked back over the the park benches and were met by a few people who told us we gave a good performance.

“Feel better?” ask Tiffany.

“Much.” I said.

Tiffany and Mitch drove me home after Derek and I were able to exchange numbers.

Note from Megan: I hope Dana's readers don't mind my interruption on her blog. As life gets busier for her I might make a few more submissions, just to keep y'all interested. I'm thinking of writing a fantasy story about what I wish would've happened with the dude with all those piercings in his tongue. Damn, I so should've gotten his number!

Almost 40 Year Old Virgin

I know you all wanted to hear about my exploits with the masseuse, and we did have a little fun with the massage oil, but I don't want to blog about that right now.

Instead I want to tell you about a trip I just got back from. I flew to Georgia to meet a man I've known for years.

I met this man through the internet study program at the community college a few years ago. This program lets you have study buddies from people all over the country. My study buddy happened to be a man named Shane from Georgia. We were both taking business classes of one form or another.

Shane and I hit it off instantly, through the internet connection, though the school was real strict about 'chatting'. We were to only talk about our classroom subjects, the study buddy program wasn't met for people to 'hook up' or anything so we were monitored with a keystroke program.

Also, in the rules of the study buddy program we were not to exchange information. We knew names and location, but we could not exchange pictures, addresses physical or email.

We had to come up with a creative way to exchange information. We began working on a business website. We put the website up on a server that each of us could access. We figured out ways to place information within the code of the website in such a way that it wouldn't trigger the attention of those that monitored us.

We were able to exchange names and emails and soon we began chatting at home as well as in school. Our chats became more personal rather than business oriented.

Just to clarify this isn't a story of people who fall in love over a computer monitor and wait for eons to meet for the first time which just happens to be two weeks before they decide to walk down the aisle. Those of you who read my blog, know that just wouldn't be my style.

Instead this blog is a story of a woman who meets a man in need of something and she goes and helps him out.

We shared many things and soon, Shane and I exchanged photos, he was a bit more apprehensive about it than me. When Shane saw my picture for the first time he gushed. He told me how beautiful I was over and over again.

Quite frankly it made me a bit embarrassed.

I got to see Shane's picture. He was a big man, though about my height or a little shorter. He wasn't an ugly man by any means. Even though he wasn't a Tom Cruise sort, he was a very attractive man.

I told him he should be fighting off the women with a stick.

Shane understood that I wasn't the sort to just fall in love over a computer monitor and due to the economy and everything we both had money troubles which would prevent us from meeting.

We agreed to be Internet friends. Shane is my confidant. Whenever I have a new romantic interest I run and tell him. If my heart gets broke (it does happen from time to time) I 'virtually' cry on his shoulder.

I think he lives vicariously through my stories, sometimes.

About a month ago we were having a conversation on the computer. It was about sex. I was mentioning how young I was when I lost my virginity and I was mentioning some bad sexual experiences along the way.

I talked about a man who kept biting my nipples even though I'd told him over and over again that my nipples were sensitive. I think the dude had been a sadist, but had forgotten to mention it to me.

Sorry, I'm not into pain, if I was to get into a relationship such as that, I'd be the one inflicting pain.

I asked Shane if he was a biter and if he'd keep biting a woman if she told him he was sensitive. He told me that he'd do whatever she wanted, but he really didn't know what he'd do because he'd never had sex.

I honestly thought I'd read the screen wrong. He said that it wasn't a typo.

I told him I was calling him.

“Hello, Dana.”

“You've never had sex?”

“Nope”

“You're almost 40.”

“Yeah, I'm like the 40 year old virgin with a lot less hair.”

“That's not funny.”

“I thought it was.”

“How have you not had sex?”

“Easy I just haven't.”

“No, girlfriends or boyfriends along the way or what?”

“Hold on, I'm not gay I know that much. You can leave the boyfriends out of the mix, but no I have not had a girlfriend, ever.”

“How do you do that?”

“I'm socially inept. You know that. I'm awkward and I don't trust people.”

“Well, you don't gotta trust people to have them fuck your brains out.”

“People have screwed me over before.”

“I've been screwed five ways to Sunday, but at least I've really been screwed.”

“Yeah, you've been screwed a lot.”

“Don't go there Shane!”

“Okay, sorry.”

“What are you afraid of? There are people these days that are total strangers and they fuck. You could pick up a woman at the bar (any woman) and take her home and fuck her.”

“I couldn't pick up a total stranger.”

“Am I a total stranger?”

“No.”

“Could you fuck me?”

“Don't joke.”

“I'm being serious. If I was there could you fuck me if I started it?”

“I guess.”

“Promise me something.”

“What?”

“Promise me you won't fall in love with me.”

“I can't.”

“Yes, you can. Just say, Dana I promise I won't fall in love with you.”

“Okay. Dana, I promise I won't fall in love with you.”

“Good. Now I'm on the computer checking out priceline. I can get a round trip plane ticket for $500. I got at least $300 saved up. I was going to use it to go to a family reunion with a distant family members I couldn't give two shits about. If you can cover the other $200 for me then I can fly down there and de-virginize you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why?”

“Okay, I've got a soft spot for the lonely hearts club. I've been with a lot of men who started out in the lonely hearts club. Either they were super shy, or they just were lucking out with women for the longest time. When I guy gives me that story of how it's been years since he's been with a woman I get all wet between my legs. I'm fucked up I know. The only problem with the lonely hearts club is that they fall for me hard and fast. I'm not ready to be anyones wife and if they lay the commitment down too hard and start controlling my ass I'm gone. If you can keep from falling for me, then I can help you.”

“I don't know about this.”

“Do you like being a virgin?”

“No”

“Do you want to not be a virgin anymore?”

“Yes”

“Then let me teach you, please.”

“Okay. I guess.”

We exchanged bank information and he wired the $200 to my bank. We waited about a month for summer vacation from school and also vacation time with work.

Shane met me at the airport. He looked pretty much as I'd expected, but it's always a bit weird to see a person in the flesh. Shane was all nervous when he saw me in the flesh.

I'd known him so long I almost could figure out what he was thinking. He was nervous about meeting me, but at the same time he was excited about everyone in the airport seeing him pick up a beautiful woman (just to clarify, I don't find myself that beautiful, but I'm going by what Shane thinks and he says I'm beautiful).

I decided to give Shane another thrill. I ran up to him as if I was running up to my lover. I wrapped my arms around his neck, for a moment he just stood there stunned, but the he grabbed my waist.

“Ah, honey. It's so good to see you.” I said real loud.

I put my fingers through his hair then I pulled him to my face and kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and went diving for his tongue. I found his tongue and sucked it out of his mouth. To end the kiss I softly bit his lip.

<---To be continued--->

The Massage

One night I had joined some friends at the local pub. It was a Tuesday night, not my usual night to go out to a bar with school and all. One of my girlfriends assured me that it was cool because different musicians got together on Tuesday nights and they all played at this bar.

The music was alright, I suppose. It surely wasn't something that was going to have American Idol audiences voting in like mad. There was one aspect to the night that did happen to take my breath away. There was a female saxophone player.

I've always found the sax a sexy instrument. The form of the sax and the way the player has to put their mouth on it, just so. The sounds it creates are enough to take you away to an erotic place. Envision yourself on a sandy beach somewhere sunbathing in the nude. That's what a sax does to me.

Not only was this woman alluring because of her talent, but she was also mesmerizing by her beauty alone. Her skin was nice and pale. She had long dark brown hair that went straight down her backside.

She was a fuller figured woman, with all the curves in the right places. Her breasts were nice and big. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

Finally the set was over. I really wanted to talk to her, but somehow I was a bit shy around her. There was this other girl a slightly annoying girl who was buzzing around my sax player.

Actually, the annoying girl looked a little like the sax player, like they could be related. I found out later that they were actually sisters.

My friends were talking about the annoying sister, apparently she'd been hitting on all the men folk, even those with obvious dates. The sister was trashy were the sax player was classy. The sax player was dressed in a tasteful blouse and jacket, while the sister was in a spaghetti strap tank top with no bra on underneath and her headlights were in the permanent position of on.

Sister was trying desperately hard to get people to notice her, but the sax player didn't have to try at all. Through the grapevine I heard that the sister duo had a massage business and people were passing out cards.

I learned sister was named Melinda, while the sax players name was Lainy.

While everyone was mingling in between sets I saw a few guys try and approach Lainy, but she just didn't seem interested. I wondered if she could be up my alley, I was in the mood for something different.

Finally during the course of the night I was able to catch up to Lainy, just as she was walking out the door. She turned and her face softened when she saw me. I guess she liked what she saw.

"If I book a massage appointment what do I have to do to make sure I get you, rather than your sister?" I asked.

"All you'd have to do is talk to me. When would you want the massage?" she asked.

"Sometime tomorrow if that's alright with you. About 5 o'clock?"

"Sounds great."

Lainy leaned forward her breast was on my arm. Her check was next to mine. I could nearly feel her lips on my ear.

"I'll be looking forward to it." she said.

With that her had came up cupped my face and ever so softly she kissed my lips. Her lips were soft and moist, so much less demanding than that of a mans.

She pulled away from me and I was speechless, which is odd for me. I watched her walk through the parking lot to her car. I was sad to see her go. If I've ever wanted someone badly it was that moment.

Oh well I still have my appointment, tomorrow at 5 o'clock. I wonder how that will go...

Oy!

I've got this guy. I guess you'd call him a friend with benefits, thought I think he'd rather be called a boyfriend. I really don't know what to do about him. He's getting special, acting all jealous when I hang out with friends. Getting hateful when I have to put him on hold or call him back because some else has my attention.

I feel like a take a lot of crap because I thought his 8 inches and tongue ring were going to be something special. They were alright, but nothing to 'ahem' blog about...

I don't know what to do, he's an alright guy for the most part if he can put away his jealous side. I wouldn't mind keeping him as a friend (minus the benefits), though I don't know if he can be just a friend.

I want to be able to go out and socialize. This dude is so bringing me down.

Random thoughts....

I had to masturbate at school today. I ran off into the girl's bathroom, the one on the lower level that no one uses.

I rubbed myself to a quick orgasm. I just had to cum, my thoughts were turning dirtier and dirtier by the moment.

I've got a crush.

It's a guy at my college, I think he's slightly younger than me. Okay, so it maybe more than slightly.

He's the dark sort of guy, you know kind of gothic but not so totally you're depressed to be around him. He's a bit heavy, but oh so good looking!

I think my biggest attraction to him is his long hair. I so love long hair.

I have long hair and I want my guy to have long hair.

This guy's natural hair color is a dark brown, but he dyes his hair black. His hair is so pretty I just want to run my fingers through it.

We had a thing today, where two classes were together so some speaker could discuss our plans for the future. My crush was in my class and he sat just a few inches from me. His back was to me and all I could think about was running my fingers through that luxurious hair.

After the thing was over and everyone went back to their classes I asked to be excused. I walked to the bathroom, into a stall and feverishly worked myself up into a wonderful orgasm.

Once it was over I collected myself and left the bathroom. I swear there was still that slight sex smell.

Where the bathroom is located, well there's a men's bathroom right across from it. Just as I was leaving my bathroom, well my crush was leaving the men's bathroom.

We both looked a bit flushed.

A while back I had some contact cards made up. Business cards, only without the business. At that moment I happened to have one of those cards in my pocket.

I walked up to my crush and I placed a card in his pocket.

"I so love your hair" I whispered into his ear.

We'll see if he calls. If not, oh well I know a bunch of dudes in those 80's hair party bands. I'm sure they'll let me stroke their hair a time or two...

Gimme a story

I want you to send me a comment. Give me a story. Tell me something dirty. After all I need inspiration.

Too Much...

I didn't know if I'd just had too much to drink or too little action lately, but for some reason I went and fucked some strange man right there in front of everyone, right on fucking main street.

I had originally gone out with girlfriends, but apparently I party a lot harder than they do. At about midnight they all chickened out on me and decided to go home. I was still dancing and moving to the party band up on stage.

I only stopped dancing when the band stopped singing. That was usually the moment I went and had another buttery nipple or chugged a beer depending on funds and who was buying.

During one musical break I saw a man walk through the door. He was a slightly older man, skinny, and alright in the looks department. I could be mistaken but I swore he winked at me.

I really wasn't in the mood to chat anyone up. I was horny as all hell, but I didn't want to mix and mingle. If I had my preference all I wanted to do was dance, get drunk, and then fuck the hell out of someone.

I started asking the band when they were coming back up. Finally I bothered them enough that they decided to start playing again. Once the music started my body was moving to the beat. I didn't care who was watching, I just wanted to dance. Probably every woman in the bar thought I was the whore from hell, because I could just feel the mens' eyes on me, but I didn't care.

Just then I felt someone up against my backside. I could tell by the bulge that it had to be a man. I push my ass into him and let him grab my hips. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his manhood growing. I grabbed his hands and ran them all over my body.

I wanted to fuck so badly. I was so wet I could feel my moisture oozing down my legs. I wanted to feel a man inside me, desperately.

I turned to this man, it happened to be the older man that had winked at me. I grabbed his head and sealed my lips to his. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and gave a demonstration on what I could do to a lower part of his anatomy.

I pulled my lips away from him and he tried to pull me back. He didn't win. I grabbed him by the hand and hanked him across the bar toward the door.

Steve the bouncer was standing by the door.

"Hey, Steve in about five minuted call me a cab," I said, "by the time it gets here I'll want to go."

My dance partner started to speak. I turned toward him.

"You shut the fuck up. I'm about to do something you're never going to fucking forget, but only as long as you don't open your fucking mouth. Understand?"

He nodded.

At this bar there's an outside area for those that don't like the smoky hot bar atmosphere. You can sit outside with heaters in the winter and misting fans in the summer. It was mid-spring.

I took him to the benches. I sat him down right there where there benches met in the corner.

I reached under my skirt and took off my very wet panties and threw them on a near by table. I straddled my dance partner, reaching between us I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard member. I guided him toward my drenched pussy. I slid the head of his cock up and down my slit, slathering him with my juices.

I wanted him inside me desperately, but I need to make sure I came first. I took his hand and guided it to my clit.

We were attracting an audience. Some who were already outside, who know exactly what we were doing. Then there were those that had just walked by or were going in the bar and trying to figure out what we were doing.

Everyone figured out what was going on when the attentions on my clit resulted in a screaming orgasm. I screamed and shook, then I drenched the lap of my dance partner as my feminine juices exploded out.

My dance partner whispered that he would rather eat me out if I could explode like that again. I didn't cuss him out for speaking, instead I pulled away and hoisted myself up on a table. I spread my legs open and laid back.

He pulled my skirt up and I could hear some men applauding as they got a free show. He buried his face into my pussy and licked me with a fervor that I'd never felt before. I squeeled, screamed, even mewed a little as he brought me up and down again with orgasm after orgasm hitting me like a tsunami, one after the other. I successfully drenched my dance partner, nearly from head to toe. He made me ejaculate so much I thought I'd wither away.

Some where during the performance I had earned the attentions of one very good looking woman. While my dance partner continued licking my pussy this woman was kissing me and undoing my blouse. My new admirer loved the fact I wasn't wearing a bra and so did my audience.

This woman loved me with her lips, kissing my mouth, my breasts, and sucking my nipples.
This new attention brought me to new heights of ecstasy. Even though this woman was very helpful I didn't really want a woman at this time. I wanted a man. I wanted to feel a man's hard cock between my legs.

I sat up and grabbed the woman by the hair. I brought her too me and forcefully kissed her. I told her thank you and pushed her back to the crowd, to who I believed was a very happy boyfriend.

I pulled my dance partner out of my pussy and slid back down on to his lap. I found his hard cock and slid him into my hot wet pussy. We both let out a sigh of relief.

I gyrated my hips on him and fucked him unmercifully. I fucked him like a guy, I slammed my pussy against him over and over again, until I was nearly numb and his cock was in as far as it could go.

I finally felt an orgasm build, right around the time he announced he would cum. I fucked him harder and faster. Finally we came together, with him pushing hard inside of me, and my pussy muscles squeezing every last drop out of his pulsating cock.

As our orgasms subsided we collapsed against each other in a heap. There was a shocking round of applause from our audience.

Some drunk man from behind the crowd yelled out.

"So, when is it my turn? I wanna fuck her too!"

That's when I knew it was my clue to get the hell out of dodge or at least this dive bar. I got off my dance partner, pulled my wet skirt down, held my shirt closed. I couldn't find my panties for the life of me.

I walked past the crowd down the ramp to the taxi that had been waiting for me for the last twenty minutes. Surprisingly the taxi driver didn't charge me for his wait.

I got in the cab and hollered at my fucking friend.

"Hey fuck buddy. If you get in the taxi I'll suck your dick on the way to a hotel."

My male companion suddenly sprung to life and jumped over the divider between the bench seats and the sidewalk. He literally leaped into the taxi.

I used my fuck buddy for the rest of that weekend. We barely stopped to eat. I don't think there was a surface in our hotel room that we didn't fuck on.

On Sunday I finally told him it was time to go. He was very reluctant. He requested a position as my sex slave. I convinced him he had to get back to his own life.

I'm sure that he goes back to that bar frequently in hopes of finding me.

I know that my fuck buddy finally told me his name before we went our separate ways, but I think I've forgotten it. He also gave me a calling card, but I lost it somewhere... Oh well.

Horny

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Blast from the past.

My friend and I go out for a night on the town. We head out to this one bar that's just basically one big orgy. The dance floor consists of writhing bodies.

We get there and the place is packed. My friend runs off to get us drinks, she usually ends up mingling along the way.

I find a seat and look out over the crowd of people. Suddenly there's a face I recognize, it's someone I used to know in high school. His name is Ben. I had such a crush on Ben back in the day. Ben sees me and smiles.

I don't know if he recognizes me or if he just thinks I'm a random girl hitting on him. He comes to the table, it's impossible to hear over the music. He pulls me out the door.

He does remember me and he's so glad he's run into me. It seems I wasn't the only one who had a crush back in high school. We each confess our crushes we were each to shy to admit.

He kisses me and I kiss back, though I get embarrassed and have to hurry back into the bar. I find my friend and try to get her to leave, but she sees the guy and tells me to go for it, as she's thrusting a buttery nipple into my hand (the drink not an actual buttery nipple)... I like the drink so I down it in one shot...

The guy grabs me by the hand and tells me he wants to dance with me. He pulls me to the dance floor. At first we are nearly a foot away from each other and I'm afraid to dance. It's not that I can't dance, I actually love to wiggle my hips to the beat of the music, and I have quite a lot of wiggle in my hips, but that's at home in the privacy of my living room, this is in a crowded dance floor!

I just start to shuffle my feet back and forth, really starting to look like this white girl can't dance. The guy grabs my waist and pulls me toward him. I can feel every bit of him pressed into my body, even the slowly expanding bulge in his pants. He holds on tight to my waist as we both start grind our hips to the beat of the music. We are so close that if not for the clothes he'd have to be inside me right now.

More people join us out on the dance floor we are thrust to the front of the floor right by the barrier that blocks the dancers from the band. Sextion 8 is singing tonight, the guitarist is a short bald guy nicknamed pee wee. The lead singer is a Hispanic guy that looks like he should be in the movie La Bamba singing with Ricky Vallance. The back up and sometime lead singer is a tall black girl that is pretty enough to give beyonce Knowles some real competition. And then there's the drummer and I can't really remember what he looks like some middle aged guy behind the drums.

I feel like the band is watching us as our hips move in unison, and they are pumping up the volume on their songs so that there will be more movement in our dance.

On this night unlike others I'm actually wearing a skirt instead of my usual jeans or slacks. The skirt I'm wearing is a broom stick skirt with a split all the way up to my thigh that's held closed with these red ribbons. He's found the ribbons.

As we dance little by little he is undoing the ribbons and letting them just fall to the floor. As the ribbons are undone his hand is going further and further up my leg. Finally he reaches the last ribbon the one that's right at my hip and just inches before the waistband.

As we are dancing he reaches up and pulls my panties to one side. I can feel him exploring my lips with his fingers. He's found my button! He smiles when he realizes that I'm soaking wet down there. His other hand goes into the curly hair on my head and pulls me somewhat painfully to him. We lock lips, it's a brutal kiss, not soft and gentle, but animal like full of sucking and biting as if we want to devour each other!

As we quite literally suck face his fingers find my button and begins to rub back and forth, somewhat forcefully. I am so turned on at this point that it's not going to take much for me to have an orgasm, but I'm afraid that I'm going to cum. If I cum out here on the dance floor it means that there's going to be a really big puddle out her on the floor, since I haven't had time to tell him I can ejaculate!

He continues to rub me and I can feel my orgasm building, I pull away from his mouth and stifle my screams into his neck with a big sucking bite. I clinch all the muscles that are well flexed due to my kegal exercises. I try to hold back my cum, but I ride the orgasm for all it's worth.

He must have known I was holding something back, because all of a sudden he pulls his fingers out. He turns me around so now I'm leaning on the barrier staring the lead singer in the eyes. Now they really are looking at me, and on their faces it's plastered that they know exactly what's going on and what he's doing to me.

He has a arm around my waist and he's leading me so that my ass is following the movement of his hips all to the beat of the music, so it looks as if we are still dancing, to everyone but the band.

His hand goes back underneath my skirt. Quickly he pulls apart my folds and finds my button once more. He begins to rub, I can feel the orgasm building inside, but as it's building I'm worrying about cumming.

He must of sensed something because the hand around my waist moves, though I'm press further into the barrier. His hand pulls at a tangle of my hair and my head goes back.

Into my ear he whispers, "You better not hold back this time or we'll be here all night ever after the crowd had gone."

I know he means business and I don't want to be the only ones up here because pretty soon more than just the band would get the gist of what we are doing, and here of all places I'm sure that rather than stopping us they'd just let us continue with our own little sex show.

He hand lets go of my hair, but his arm goes across my chest now. He starts massaging my breast through my tank top. I feel my nipple grow hard and I know it must be evident to the band with the scant material of my top.

I feel my orgasm and follow up ejaculation coming and I try to hold it back, just as I do that he pulls at the strings of my top. My tank top his slightly over sized and pulling one little spaghetti strap down just pulls that whole one side of the top down. I now have one breast exposed to the band.

He begins to manipulate my breast, squeezing and massaging the tissue and alternatively pinching my nipple. I finally open my eyes to see my audience and there's pee wee staring right at me looking like a baby hungry for a meal.

I close my eyes because an orgasm is starting to surge through my body, I grab on to the barrier and I grip it so tight that my knuckles turn white.

I feel my whole body shake from head to toe. This time there was no ejaculation, but he's not stopping. I open my eyes for a moment to see the male lead singer with a strained face as if he's trying to feel my orgasm from a far. He female lead singer has now got the mike and she comes off the stage to do her usual rounds around the bar, she walks by me and gives my nipple a quick tweak. I look up at her and she winks at me.

I close my eyes because I feel another orgasm rising. I just know this is going to be the big one, I brace myself on the barrier. His hand manipulate my clit expertly, my body starts to shake. I bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. I feel that coppery taste fill my mouth and I know I've bitten hard enough to draw blood.

He keeps going at my clit. I throw my head back and push my ass out, he's still grinding very hard into my ass and I think he's going to cum as well from all the rubbing he was doing to my ass. My own hand goes down and pushes his harder into my cunt. I ride his fingers as I start to buck wildly as orgasmic waves wash through me over and over again. Then I create my own tide, I couldn't have held this back even if I'd been trying. My juices just gushed out between my legs, splashing onto the floor. As he kept rubbing I kept reeling in orgasmic bliss as well as making an even larger mess on the floor over and over again. Finally as my orgasms started to slow, he pulled his fingers out just as the band's song ended. I turned to face him, he gently pulled the strap of my tank top up. I grabbed his face and I kissed him softly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the dance floor.

Just as we left the band announced that they were taking a break. As we passed by one of the tables up front I head a guy exclaim

"This place is so steamy, hell it even smells like sex in the air. And it's not nasty guy sex smell, but it's female sex smell! This place is the best!"

After the floor cleared I saw someone come out with a mop, and actually they didn't really clean up my mess, since it was a dry mop, but they just spread it around the dance floor so it would dry faster.

He took me up to one of the tables in the far corner over near the light and sound guy.

We got very cozy in our own little corner. He was caressing the outside of my thigh and using his fingernails on my nipples.

"I want more" I whispered into his ear and I scratched at the bulge in his pants.

"I think that can be arranged"he said in a whisper.

Luckily he was sitting on the inside of our bench type table. He proceeded to unzip his pants and release his very hard member.

I grabbed on to him and began to stroke him with my hand. This time giving him a chance to lean his head back with a look of pleasure.

"If you keep that up you are going to make me cum. If you wanna ride I'd suggest you get on."

He handed me a condom which I placed on his cock. Then I flared out my big long skirt as far as it would go, hopefully covering the innocent act we were about to do.

I straddled him and with a hand underneath guided him into the right place. He moaned somewhat loudly as he slid inside me. I put a hand over his mouth, which he bit into.

Very slowly I began to slide myself up and down his hard shaft. I could feel him filling me up. I was enjoying this act so much that when he told me he thought he was about to cum, I stopped all movement.

I didn't want the fun to end yet. As I sat there on top of him, I whispered all kinds of things into his ear. Just then a waitress came up to our table, she was very pretty, tall and skinny with straight brown hair.

She asked if we were okay and he told her that we'd like to order some drinks. I ordered a white wine cooler and he got a bud and two buttery nipples. We didn't do anything while we waited for a drinks just sat there with me on top of him and him inside me. Each time it would seem like he was about to go soft I'd do a little kegal exercise and get him hard again.

Finally our drinks arrived and we paid the waitress, I'd retrieved his wallet while she was gone.

We waited until she was gone,then he had me hand him his buttery nipple. He said that he wanted to drink it in the fashion it was named for. He pulled down one side of my tank top and held the shot glass up to my nipple.

He dipped my nipple inside the shot glass then he proceeded to suck the beverage off my nipple. He did this to both of my nipples until his shot was all gone and I my juices were really flowing in more ways than one.

I wanted to get back to action so I took my shot in my mouth and held it there, then I grabbed on to the back of his head and pulled him to my mouth. I kissed him with the shot still in my mouth as I began to slide myself up and down his hard pole once more.

It felt so good I began to fuck him faster and faster. I moaned and groaned as I felt him feel me up more and more, I tried to stifle my sounds by burying my face into him, but after some time I just didn't care anymore.

I just pulled down my top and sucking on everything, my ears, my neck, my chest, and of course my nipples. My noises must have caught some of the peoples attention, cause apparently we had started to take away from the bands audience.

I had gone beyond the point of caring, I just wanted to fuck him raw and cum about a dozen times while doing it.

I felt my orgasm building and the more I felt it build the faster I rode him.

On the stage the female lead singer had taken over and she started to do her rounds, when I didn't a little jungle yell by accident. This got her attention and she actually came over to us. She sat at our table across from us and sang "Amore" Originally by Macy Gray and Santana.

At each pause in the song she'd turn the mike to me and let the entire bar hear my grunts. Then as the song ended she just pointed the mike at us as I moaned and groaned and the band began to play along to my grunts.

Finally I felt my orgasm about to exploded, my body was awash in pure pleasure and I screamed out in a tribal roar. I convulsed against him and shook to my core, my pussy released and my eternal spring opened up and washed everything on him from his waist up.

When it became obvious I was cumming the whole bar cheered.

Then he said, "Oh fuck I'm going to cum." The bar cheered louder.

Though they got very quite when I threw out my arms and fell backwards against the table, with my shirt still down and he grabbed on to my hips and thrust himself inside me forcefully several times until he'd exhausted all of him orgasm into me.

Then once we were officially finished the bar cheered again.

After everyone calmed down the band struck up again and the female at our table got up as she began to sing "Smooth Operator" originally sung by Sade. We corrected ourselves, but by this time I was getting real embarrassed about what I'd done.

After I was somewhat decent again I gave him one last kiss and then got up from the table and searched for my friend who'd luckily been off in another corner and had wanted to know what all the cheers was about. I told her it was time to leave and without question she went ahead and got up to go, she'd gotten enough digits for the night.

I didn't say good-bye to my blast from the past, nor did we exchange numbers. I just left without a word.

I didn't see him again until our tenth high school reunion and guess who was playing at the reunion, non other than Sextion 8..... hmmmm


[PLEASE IGNORE ALL MISSPELLINGS, GRAMMAR ERRORS, AND OTHER MESS UPS. THIS IS LIKE A BLOG AND NOT TO BE MET WITH THE SAME RULES AS STORIES. IF I'D WANTED TO FOLLOW THE STORY RULES I WOULD HAVE POSTED THIS AS A STORY]

I enjoy the hunt...

I know everyone always wants to get down to the juicy parts either when they read a story or when they watch a movie. They want to see the characters, either in their mind or on the big screen, shed all the clothes and get down and get dirty.

For me while the sex parts are great I always enjoy the chase. The hunt for a new lover. I'm not talking one night stand, but a lover. When it's a the hunt for a lover the chase is always exciting. There's exchanged looks perhaps in a hallway of a college or maybe it's by the donuts every morning at the local 7-eleven.

There's that tension of talking to the attractive person who's been on your mind since you first saw her and the anticipation of her possibly talking back. For men I'm sure all of that just drives them absolutely nuts, they want to get down and get dirty immediately even if it is in the middle of the 7-eleven! For women though, or more accurately for this woman the hunt is all a part of the foreplay.

Playing a tad hard to get just adds to the final climax when you finally do the dirty deed. It's erotic and exciting. Too bad the hunt doesn't last a little bit longer.

Anyone want to hunt me?

Sorry my dear readers...

I've been busy with life and death. I haven't had a moment to tantilize you with my erotic wanderings.

Don't worry my mind is still fully entrenched in the gutter. I've had a thought on a make believe story about a friend of mine. She's an single mother who is in college, in fact we share the same business ethics class.

She is always busy with her four children and never has any time to date. She won't admit it, but I know she has a crush on this one guy. He's like ten years younger than her or more, but he's cute. I think I'm going to give her a present and write a story where she gets to get with this man she's been crushing on for so long.

Hmmm, maybe I'll even help a girl out and slip a copy of my story into the notebook which belongs to the object of her desire.

Anyways, my wonderful sexual people, stay tuned because I'm still writing.... so keep reading.

A Guest Speaker

A Guest Speaker

By: Dana Gallagher

I was running late for my Ethics in Business class and it seemed like everything I did just made me even later. I didn’t think I’d ever get to class. I did finally arrive, a little more than fashionably late. I knew my teacher would give me a lecture of how she expected more from a fourth year college student.

I found out we weren’t having regular classes today; instead there was a guest speaker who was going to take up most of the morning. Dammit of all the days I should have called in sick!

I made my way through the auditorium with my big bag and purse; I stood toward the back at first because I could see any available seats. One of the school counselors pointed to an available seat right on the end toward the back. I made my way to it.

When I sat down I made the guy beside me jump as if he’d been caught in the act of doing something he shouldn’t. I didn’t try to discern who I was sitting by in the low light, but I knew it was an underclassmen, probably a freshman or sophomore. I knew he was at least eighteen or nineteen by the poky dotted pimple landscape he had on his check. It wasn’t horrible bad outbreak, where you wanted to supply him with every pimple cream on the market, but it was enough to know he hadn’t yet escaped his teen years.

The guest speaker was someone from the Williams Company telling us how to interview for a job once we were all done with college. It was something I’d heard so many times before; I really didn’t want to be there. I had a ton of more important things I could be doing.

I couldn’t help but notice that the guy I was sitting by kept fidgeting in his seat. I just thought that maybe I was making him nervous. That thought kind of tickled me; I’d been so busy with college and life that I had forgotten about the attention of a man. It had been eons since I’d had anyone look my way and this interest from a younger man kind of delighted me.

I figured I’d push him over the top if that was why he was fidgeting. I took the clip out of my hair and let my still damp long red hair cascade down my back. I made a real display about it, running my fingers through my hair and everything.

When I want to I can be a real tease.

I heard him kind of gasp and had to take a better look at him discreetly. At first I had thought he was rubbing one fist into the palm of his hand, kind of a nervous gesture. Though now peering at him from the corner of my eye I was nearly convinced that he had his hands in his lap. It almost looked as if he was holding himself, like someone who has to pee real bad.

Finally my curiosity got the better of me and I blatantly turned and looked directly at his crotch. There was no way this guy wouldn’t realize what I was looking at.

From what I could see in the dim light of the auditorium, this young man had a very pressing hard on silhouetted against his jeans and he was actually masturbating though his jeans.

When he figured out I knew what he was doing he looked at me, though he didn’t stop. It was as if he was testing me to do something.

I don’t know perhaps it was the fact that I hadn’t had sex in ages or the fact that this young man was doing this in such a public fashion, but something intrigued me and excited me at the same time. I wanted to help him and perhaps help myself.

I leaned over to him pressed my breast against his arm intentionally. I put my hand on his thigh and put my lips lightly to his ear, so he could feel the warmth of my breath.

“There is an easier way to do that,” I whispered into his ear. “Here, let me help you.”

His look was both eager and pleading; though he didn’t say a word only nodded his head.

I had on a sweatshirt that zipped up the front, basically a jacket. I unzipped it and took it off. Underneath I was wearing a low cut black blouse that buttoned up the front. It was cut in such a way that it really put my C cups on display. I think I heard a moan of approval from my young friend.

I put the sweatshirt over both of our laps as if we were two lovers lying out under the stars. I put my hand in his lap and pulled at his fly, telling him to let his hard on out.

He quickly unbuttoned his fly and that glorious cock was placed in my hand. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and he moaned quietly, putting his head against my shoulder. His cock was already all wet and I had to do was spread it around.

I began to stroke him and as I did I squeezed the shaft. Up and down my hand went, never leaving his cock. I could tell by the way he tensed up beside me that he was enjoying what I was doing to him. He turned toward me a little.

“I want to see more of you,” he whispered into my ear.

Just like a young man, never satisfied with what you have, they always want more. I turned toward him so that no one could see and with my free hand I unbuttoned my blouse about half way down. He pulled it slightly open to see my black lace see through bra. My sexy bra that I’d worn today because all the practical ones were dirty.

He ran his fingers over my nipple and for a second I forgot where I was, I liked that feeling just a little too much. He went to grab my breast, just as I saw movement on the other side of the aisle. I turned back from him and pulled my blouse closed.

“Be careful you’re going to get us caught.” I warned him.

“Getting caught with your hand on my cock would be the best way to get caught.” he told me back.

I sighed. “Be good or I’ll stop and take away my jacket. You can go back to masturbating though your jeans.” With that I gave his cock very good hard squeeze, that was intended to bring a little pain.

He gasped. “I’ll be good I promise.”

I continued to stroke him faster and faster. I was no longer paying any attention to the guest speaker the only thing that was on my mind was this cock in my hand, the growing wetness between my legs, and my concern with anyone watching us.

Finally he gasped and mumbled an “oh shit”. I knew he was about to let out a moan or something that would give us away. I turned to him and placed my lips on his and his moan was lost in my mouth and his body shook and cum ran down my fingers.

I stroked until all the little after-shocks went through his body and my lips didn’t leave his the whole time. He tried to grab my head and pull me in for a real hard kiss, but I pulled back from his grasp.

“You still need to be good.” I warned. “Fix yourself.”

Luckily my jacket was old and worn out. I didn’t mind wiping his cum on it; I’d throw in my car for the rest of the day and then immediately wash it when I got home. He put himself back together, putting his flaccid cock back into his jeans and zipping up. He pulled back my jacket and sat up right as if he were really paying attention.

“Oh no. Don’t even tell me you think we’re done.” I whispered to him.

“What?” he asked.

I put the jacket over my legs, mindful of the wet spot on it. I took his hand and placed it in the elastic waist band of my slacks. He quickly got the idea and worked his way down between my legs. I opened my legs as much as the theater seating would allow. He found my lips and slid a finger between. He looked at me a bit surprised.

“You are so wet,” he whispered.

I gave him a look that basically said “duh” and he looked back with this expression of accomplishment, since he was responsible for my wetness or so he thought. A thought crossed my mind for a moment, wondering if he might be a virgin.

He moved his finger around in my pussy strangely as if he didn’t know where to go. I had to put my own hand in there and guide his finger to my clit.

“That’s my clit. Rub that, up and down and in circles, but stay on the clit.” I instructed.

He was good, because he did exactly what he was told. He rubbed my clit up and down and in circles. He increased the speed of his movements based on my reaction and what I told him.

I could feel an orgasm coming. I grabbed on to his arm that was half hidden under my jacket and I bit into his bicep. He seemed to like that a little for he moaned just a tiny bit. I had to hold back, because the urge to bear down and just let all my juices explode was strong. My orgasm slowed and he began to pull his hand back. I held on to him.

“I want more.” I whispered.

He found my clit again and continued to rub me. He rubbed me through a few more orgasms.

“Can I put my fingers inside of you?” He asked. I was impressed that he actually asked. I nodded and tried to position myself a little better.

He pushed one finger inside and then I held up two fingers meaning that I wanted both of them. He pushed a second finger inside. I pushed them in and out of me.

“You’re tight. Are you a virgin?” he whispered.

I almost laughed. I grinned and emphatically shook my head.

“Are you?” I asked.

“No, not really. But sort of.” he replied.

Yay, I’d just deflowered someone in the auditorium at Johnson University!

I showed him my two fingers and made the scissoring motion. He did the same inside me. I started to feel another orgasm coming on, but just then the guest speaker declared that she was done with her presentation.

I pulled on his arm, but I could tell he really didn’t want to stop playing with me. The lights started to come up slowly and regrettably he pulled his fingers out and his arm back. As I worked to straighten my clothes he looks at me and takes his two fingers and puts them in his mouth as if he was licking off some chocolate.

The lights were at full strength and everyone was getting up to get out of the auditorium and go to lunch. I was all presentable again. I threw my damp jacket over my arm and stood up.

My young friend gave me the once over and was more than happy. He was alright, kind of geeky and not someone I’d usually go for. If his friends saw us together (if he had any) they probably would’ve told him I was way out of his league. If my friends had seen us together they would’ve told me I could do better.

I checked out his id badge and he checked out mine. His name was Craig and he was in Introduction to Business class. I saw my ID and mouthed the name Dana, probably putting my name to memory.

Just then the auditorium erupted with people. The lunch rush was on. Craig was pushed from the aisle; I couldn't go because I was still struggling with my big ass bag. Soon Craig was up and out of the auditorium along with the rest of the crowd.

I got my bag on and hurried out the doors, but Craig was no were in sight. I stopped at one of the tables set up with information about the guest speaker. I took a pamphlet that had a blank back to it.

On the back I wrote:

If you want to really not be a virgin anymore (instead of only sort of), then meet me here sometime after school, but before 6:30 pm. After that time I won’t be there.

3535 S. Main Street

Don’t tell anyone about this ‘date’.

--Dana

I knew what class he was in, so I headed in that general direction. I located him by the bathrooms. He was talking to a couple of guys. He was very animated and the guys around him were shaking their heads. I knew he was telling them about what we’d done in the auditorium and they didn’t believe him.

My teasing side came over me. I strutted past his friends, pushing one out of my way. I walked up to him and pushed him against the wall. I pressed my body against his, fully squishing my boobs.

I kissed his lips hard, found his tongue and sucked it into my mouth. As I kissed him I put the folded up pamphlet in his jeans pocket. I pulled away from his lips, biting his lower lip dramatically. Before walking off I grabbed his crotch and gave a little squeeze so all his friends could see. I winked at him and said, “Thanks. That was fun.”

I flipped my long hair behind my back and sashayed down the hallway.