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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #29 (mmm,dom,bd,oral,anal,ws,tv,mfm)
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Sex....   The great obsession.
    These are the stories of my lives.   Its permutations of cocks and
cunts, holes and moans and slick fluids.
    The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a virtual
exhibitionism.  I am able to fuck and get fucked in public.  There is
no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my "normal"
friends would consider me a deviant reprobate.  All of us voyeurs can
watch as I relive My Sex Life and expose all of the perverse things
that I have done and that have been done to me - things that I have
never told anybody.     All of the stories written here are true. 
They have been eroticized to appeal to a wide audience, but the the
actual "scenarios" happened.
      If you would like to criticize, comment or... whatever... email
me at strangesub@yahoo.com

    My Sex Life #29
    Greg Goes Pro - Boy Whore Extrodinaire               
    Late Spring, 1974
    After I got back to school, I continued fucking Janie, making the
most out of our last two weeks before summer vacation.  However, Dara
wanted to fuck again.  Dara wanted me to model with her.  Dara wanted
a lot of shit.  And I didn't want her.  Quite frankly, she and Karla
scared me.  In spite of being totally delerious with their fucked up
sex, to the point that it made me hard just to think about it, I
remembered the pain and her weird domination a little too vividly.  I
didn't really feel safe with Dara.  She was my age, a girl, and I
didn't want her to be in control of my sex.
    Well, that pissed her off.  She was a chick who wanted to be in
control; who wanted to be desired; and who was definitely used to
getting her own way.
    She ended up more or less broadcasting how she got her shaved cunt
and Janie found out.  I won't go into the stupid details, but she got
pissed off too.  Through explanations, pleading and reason, I managed
to keep our relationship options open, but our sex life stopped rather
abruptly.  Shitty way to end the year.
  So, when Mr. Sanders looked me up and told me he had someone he
wanted me to meet and that I needed to free my calendar on the last
Saturday afternoon of the school year, greed, resentment and horniness
got the better of me and I agreed, prepared for almost anything.
    He told me he wanted me to wear only shorts and a t-shirt and
nothing else.  So, I took off my clothes in my dorm room, got really,
really stoned, stroking myself and imagining Mr. Sanders making me do
his little wacko things and then, wearing no underwear, I put on some
ragged old gym shorts and a t-shirt.
    When I got to his hotel room (which was college owned, abutting
the college owned golf course), Mr. Sanders was as pleased as a kid
with a new toy.
   He greeted me at the door by grasping my face with his hands and
kissing me deeply.  His manly tongue shoved its way into my mouth and
he began licking and caressing my young body.
  "Oh my beautiful, darling boy," he gushed, his hands roving down to
my crotch and squeezing my already stiff rod, "you are so good to come
and meet your daddy's friends...  Let me see how you look."
  He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom, touching me and
telling me how wonderful it was that I came back to see him.
   "And you dressed just like I asked you to..." he remarked.  "You
are such a good boy.  Now... just stand there..."
   He reached out and grasped my nipples through my t-shirt and
squeezed...
   "OHhhhhh," I moaned at his dominating control of the situation. 
   I was such a slut. As he twisted my nipples painfully, he smiled as
he watched my face - my mouth dropping open in submissive lust and my
knees buckling under me. My cock was throbbing hard. As usual, I was
stoned out of my mind and that itself was an erotic high. Being his
boy toy made me hot.  I reached down and caressed his crotch through
his pants.
   "Oooo, not yet, son" he said.
   He let go of my nipples and moved my hands away.  Then grabbing the
collar of my t-shirt, he pulled, hard.  For an old guy, Mr. Sanders
was pretty strong.  First, the collar bit painfully into my neck, and
then the material gave way and he ripped it right down my front.  I
stood there in dazed submission, my prick getting even harder as he
unzipped my shorts and ripped the crotch out.  I fell against him, my
clothes suddenly in rags, my half naked body seeking protection under
my daddy's punishing hand.
  "Oh, yes, my boy," murmurred Mr. Sanders as he grabbed my now
exposed balls and an exposed chest nipple and squeezed again.
  "UUnnnn," I moaned rubbing against his body, kissing his neck as he
admininstered his pleasure punishment to my sensitive flesh.
  "Now, we have to go to the bathroom," said Mr. Sanders as he slid
his hand down inside the back of my loosely hanging, torn shorts and
grabbed a naked asscheek, roughly propelling me to the bathroom.
   "Kneel down in the tub, Greggy," said Mr. Sanders, smiling to beat
the band
   Of course.  I stepped into the tub and knelt down,  my steel hard,
hairless dick poking out in front of me from the ruin of my shorts,
exposed to his longing gaze.
    "Oh," he breathed, opening his zipper and pulling out his
impressive sized cock.  "You kept yourself smooth for Daddy.  You're
such a good boy."
    He stood over me, smiling, his soft cock pointed at mine and I
waited for the inevitable.  It wasn't long. His yellow pee arced out
over me and began to splash my stiff member and soak my groin.  He
directed his flow up my stomach and naked chest, soaking my ripped
t-shirt...
    "Open your mouth, son," he directed.
    I sighed and closed my eyes, opening my mouth, feeling his hot
waste bathe my chin and squirt directly between my open lips, then
saturating my whole face, soaking my long red hair.
    "Take off your things and come in to the bedroom," said Mr.
Sanders when he was done.
    I did as he asked, leaving my piss soaked clothes in the tub and
when I got into the bedroom, he was finishing stripping himself, his
large cock almost fully hard.
    "Lay down," he commanded, pushing me back onto the bed. 
    I lay back and he took my smooth stiff prick and started licking
it in a love song of lust.  He spent a while licking my young cock,
massaging and licking my naked balls and inner thighs, finally sucking
me deep into his mouth and raising my hips up to play with my asshole.
Again, he lovingly played his fingers up and down my asscrack,
pinching my puckered anus. His fingers were slick with lube and they
slid up and down the crack of my ass.  My cock was aching in his hot
mouth and I could feel my hot pre-cum fluids bubbling inside me.
   "Oh, my boy, you have the most beautiful ass and penis" cooed Mr.
Sanders, taking his mouth off my trembling cock and slowly pushing his
finger into my asshole.
   "Nhghhh," I grunted at the mild pain and tried to open up my ass
for him.
   My whole body was shaking and my stiff cock was pulsing from his
methodical, deliberate invasion.
   "Uhhhhh," I gasped as he pushed past my anus, inserting his finger
deeper.
   He pushed farther and farther, wiggling his finger, creating
flashes of sensuality that shot into my cock and balls.  I groaned as
he probed deeper and deeper, my asshole a captive to his lust.
   "Yes, my beautiful naked son," he murmured, as he shoved his finger
in to the hilt, penetrating my boy's fuck hole to the max, "that's so
nice.  Now move that pretty butt for me."
   "Ohhhhhh" I groaned as I tried to move my ass laying on top of his
hand, wriggling and fucking his finger embedded deep within.
   My cock was so hard and I loved being under domination as he
sodomized me.
   "Greggy," said Mr. Sandrs, "your pussy hole seems a little loose. 
Have you been playing with yourself?"
  "Yessss," I moaned as the thoughts of him fucking me with that huge
cock of his now danced in my mind.
   His finger pumped in and out of my asshole, fucking me into wanton
submission.  He lowered his mouth to my cock again and started sucking
me as he kept fucking me with his finger.
   "Ooohh, fuck oohh, fuck," I moaned over and over again, losing my
mind at the incredible erotic thrill of him expertly sucking my hard
cock and his finger pumping in and out of my ass, fucking me again and
again.  I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do.  He came up for
air and telling me how nice my asshole was now and how much I  liked
daddy's finger up my ass and I kept on moaning "Yess, yesss, yessss,"
as he sucked me harder and faster until my spunk finally shot out into
his mouth and his fingers pumped in and out of my spasming asshole.
    "AAHHhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh," I moaned as he milked my cock dry,
extracting every last drop of cum, leaving his fingers in my ass.
    He finally slipped his hand out of my butt and got up off of my
cock.  I was still in the delerious stoned state of post orgasmic
bliss when he grabbed both of my legs, lifted me up to drag my ass to
the edge of the bed and placed his large, now very hard cock head at
the entrance to my ass.  My eyes shot open as he pressed into me, his
own cock already slick with lubrication. The bulbous head of his cock
opened my anus and this time, with one thrust, he buried himself in my
ass.
    "AAHHHH, OOHHH, FUCK, NOooo, PLEEEEZE,"  I protested at this
sudden anal rape.  His fat pole was a shaft of hard fire in my ass.
    "You let someone else fuck you, didn't you, you little slut?" Mr.
Sanders drew back his burning rod and slammed it home again.
    "OOOooo, pleassse, nooo, nooo, no" I cried out, my body rising up
in protest as his hard thrusts filled my ass.
    Mr. Sanders grabbed my nipples and pinched them as he continued to
stretch my ass with his hard cock.
     "I can feel it,"  he said.  "You wouldn't let me fuck you, but
you let someone else!"
     "You!" he slammed his cock up my ass.
     "Let!" again he rammed his pole into my burning fuckhole.
     "Someone!" He fucked me in and out of my abused anal canal.
     "Fuck you!"
     "YESS, yess, oohhhhh, ffcuuuckk, I..uhh...I.. uuhh,m mm sorry," 
I groaned, as his hard, pulsing manhood continued to skewer my naked
ass, pounding in and out of my pussy hole.
     "You fucking boy whore." Mr. Sanders continued his invective as
he fucked me hard, in and out, sliding his hard meat in and out of my
ass.
     He continued his assault on my asshole,causing my spent cock to
rise, thrilling in the fiery sensations radiating from my boy hole, as
he continued verbally abusing me for getting fucked as he fucked me
hard with his thick man meat.
     "Ahhhhhh," Moaned Mr Sanders as he froze, his fuck tool spewing
hot cum into my ass, pumping its molten seed deep into my bowels.
    I felt the liquid ooze of his sperm as he withdrew his cock from
my ass, my own cock, hard and throbbing, my asshole twitching from his
assault.  He walked to the side of the bed and said "Clean me up
Greggy."
    I anxiously started lapping at his drooping cock, cleaning our
combined sex juices with my tongue and mouth, my ass and his sperm. 
When I was done to his satisfaction, he told me to go take a shower.
    I reveled in the shower, washing my body, soaping my still hard
dick, shoving my own fingers up my ass, feeling Mr. Sanders goopy cum.
 I was on a stoned high sex trip and this new "just fucked" feeling
from my asshole was a very pleasurable sensation.  I could easily get
used to this...  After having my own little mini orgy with my body, I
washed my long hair, got out and dried off.
    Then, while I was still naked, Mr. Sanders made me up as a woman.
    First, he shaved my already hairless body all over again, leaving
only my long, red locks.  After enjoying his shaving, he did my hair. 
I mean, he really did my hair - combed it, snipped it a little bit,
set it and blew dry it.  It was gorgeous when he was done and I would
have been the envy of any girl.
    He then put makeup on me, did my eyebrows, plucked them (you know,
that hurts and it's not erotic at all), and eyes, etc., and dressed me
up in fairly attractive women's dress, first thoroughly lubing my
asshole again and strapping on fake latex tits.  I put full length
pantyhose on over my legs, ass and hard cock meat - for the first
time.  It felt very nice on my hairless skin.  I just let him go for
it without questions.  He seemed to enjoy himself so much.  Looking in
the mirror, I was impressed.  I looked like a girl.  For real.  I'd
never make a Playboy centerfold, but I was actually pretty damn
attractive for some college boy made up to look female.  The use of
the makeup was the whole key and I was impressed with Mr. Sanders
expertise (being in the theater myself).
   Mr. Sanders told me that we would be dining with a business
associate of his who I would be accompanying back to this room while
he would be going home.  He again took out five hundred dollars and
put it in the nightstand for when I came back.  And, of course, I
thought Fuck, why not?  Any doubts I had about any part of these weird
perversions were gone totally.  I was in a different fucking reality. 
I was still wasted. I was still horny.  My used asshole was still
sending sex sensations to my brain. And fuck, at this point, I'd get
fucked in the middle of the quad for five hundred dollars.
   The only fucked up part of dinner was that the college waiters and
waitresses were people I knew.  At the time, I didn't think I was
recognized because no one said anything.  Much later, I found out that
I was easily recognized.  But, at the time, I was relieved.
   Mr Sanders friend, Ben, was a fat, balding guy who treated me just
like you would a date.  Of course, I had a guy's voice, but I was
careful to speak softly and, as usual, I went with the moment.  I was
an actor after all, so I acted like I thought a flirtatious girl would
act.  It was kind of cool.  He treated me with the combination of lust
and politeness that a guy would treat any woman who he is eating out
to dinner with, but knows that "she" is going to go back to his room
with him to be fucked silly.
  I thought 'fuck it.'  I was paid; I was all dressed up and....
   After dinner, I went back to Ben's room with him where he changed
into a complete rapist.
   Once the door was closed, he turned to me, grabbed my long red hair
and pulled me to him.  He kissed me, hard, shoving his tongue into my
mouth while pulling on my hair, moving my head from side to side. 
Then, he literally ripped the dress off of my body.  He just tore it
off while his tongue was still in my mouth and he pushed me against
the closed door.  I tried to protest, worried that my dress was
destroyed, not understanding his rough treatment, but his tongue was
skewering my mouth and he paid no attention. Finally, he let me go and
stepped back from my dazed body.
   "Take those fake fucking tits off now," he ordered as he started
taking off his own clothes.
   I looked at him with amazement, because this was really a Dr.
Jekyll, Mr. Hyde thing, but I did what he told me to do and unstrapped
my tits, leaving me with a naked chest and a ripped dress hanging off
of my pantyhose clad hips.  I was getting very uncomfortable but my
breathing was starting to get ragged as my dick tried to erect itself
in the tight pantyhose.  I reached in to my cock and balls when Ben
told me "Just stand there.  Don't play with yourself."
   I just stood there as he stripped, watching his fat belly bulge out
over his half hard, relatively decent size cock. He was bigger and
thicker than I was.
   Shit, I had the incongruous thought at the time.  Maybe everybody
in general is bigger than I am. Maybe I've got a tiny cock.  Maybe...
   He grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees, shoving his penis
into my lipsticked mouth.
   "Suck me good and slow," he commanded, moving my head along his
hardening shaft, watching me suck his cock.
   I complied with his demand and tried to be a first class whore,
playing with his balls, letting him savagely direct my head where he
wanted it; taking his stiff tool into my throat; nibbling on his cock
head; licking his meat down to his balls and taking his hairy sacks
into my mouth.  He made me fellate him for ten or fifteen minutes,
leading me around the room on my knees, forcing my made up face to
swallow his engorged prick.
   Then, he had me lay face down on the bed and he tied my hands and
feet to the four corners.  I was helpless, still clad in my pantyhose,
my rigid cock underneath me, tied down by man at least 30 years older
than I was.
   "Now, we're going to warm you up," he said as he stroked my nylon
covered ass and naked back.
   SMACK!  He brought his hand down hard on my ass.
   "UHHH," I cried out in pain.
   SMACK!  He slapped the other asscheek, eliciting another moan.
   SMACK! Again.  "Pleeeaze, Nooo," I screamed
   SMACK! "Quiet!" He ordered, "or I will get out my belt.
   SMACK! "Ohh Fuck," I groaned softly, the hot, red pain spreading
fire over my ass cheeks.
   SMACK!
   Memories flooded my brain.... 
 
   ....I was bent over, wearing only a jockstrap, my bare ass exposed.
   SMACK!  AH Shit!!  Doyle walloped my ass with the clipboard.  As
the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he did it again.
   "AAAAHH!" I cried, involuntarily.  That really hurt.  I could feel
my ass begin to flame and again he hit me!
   SMACK!
   "STOP!"  I cried, starting to really cry.  This was not fair. 
Nobody ever got hit more than once on their bare ass.
   "All right," he said.  "Don't move."
   I was suppressing the lump in my throat,  trying not to cry as I
continued to grab my ankles.  Knowing Coach Doyle, I figured that if I
stood up, he'd really hit me.
   I heard him walk into his office and then into the training room.
Jesus, my ass and the back of my thighs were on fire!......

   ....SMACK!  "AAHHHHHH, Noooooo," I begged as my ass burned with
Ben's torturous spanking and I writhed on the bed, helpless and
defenseless as he continued his relentless attack on my ass.
   Shit.  More past memories overcame me...

  ....I tried my best to accommodate him, even though my lips were
starting to feel bruised and the previous cum was clogging up my
throat.  Then Tim said to Jimmy, "Spank his ass!"
   "Tim," said my brother, finally speaking up, "Maybe we should...."
   "Should nothing," said Tim.  "Your baby brother is a cock sucker
and needs to be spanked.  Go ahead, Jimmy, spank him."
   "Nnnnnnoohhh," I mumbled around Tim's giant cock, but no one paid
attention.   Jimmy slapped my ass.
   "Unnnnnhhh," I cried jerking my butt, but Tim kept his hands on my
head and began to increase the tempo of his mouth fucking.
   Smack! Jimmy slapped me again and I jerked.  It hurt!
   Smack! smack!  He hit me again and again and Tim started moaning
and thrusting in earnest. Smack! I couldn't take anymore.  My ass was
burning.  Tim was blocking my throat again with every thrust, my lips
were sore, and I could barely breath.
   Smack!  Jimmy landed a sideways blow directly on my exposed
asshole.   "NNNNGggghhhhhhh," I moaned as Tim thrust again and started
crying, "Oh yeah, Mouthfucker!  Take it!"
   He started pumping new shots of jism into my tonsils and I tried to
swallow to keep on breathing, but Jimmy kept on slapping my shaking
ass and I gagged and coughed.  Wads of cum rolled down the sides of
Tim's dick as I coughed again onto his balls and belly.
   Smack!  Again Jimmy hit me.
   "Stop it!" I cried.  "Just stop it!"......

   .....God the burning in my ass was a carnal fire.  Ben alternately
hit me and then caressed my flaming ass, lightly dragging his
fingertips across my abused globes.
    "Oohhhh," I moaned, twitching and shaking as his assault on my
ass.
    Memories of ass abuse continued to flow...

    ....."AAAAAHHMMMMMM," I screamed, my mouth full of latex cock as I
felt the burning slash of a belt on my defenseless ass.
    Again Dara whipped my ass with a wide belt sending a sheet of pain
through my body while Karla tried to shove the big black dildo into my
throat.
    "Nnngnngnnllleeeese," I sobbed, "unnghh,"
    "Beg us to fuck you." Dara demanded. Another welt landed on my
exposed asshole.
    "AAEEEAaiihhhhhh, nnnnooo, pleasse, yhes, fuck me," I cried out as
Karla yanked the dildo from my mouth.  "Yesss, Please.  Fuck me,
fuckme."
    "Fuck you where? How?" demanded Dara, as she got on the bed again,
squatted and drove my cock back into her ass."
    "Fuck me in the ass!  Fuck me in the assss...."  I whined, raving
with lust and the fear of pain.
    Karla laughed, placed the dildo again at my asshole and shoved it
home, ripping past my anus, deep within my bowels, drawing out another
scream from my lips......

   .....SMACK! - "Fucking cunt whore," said Ben with glee as he
continued spanking my helpless ass.
   "Ohgodohgodohgod," I babbled in helpless bondage, my burning ass
jerking involuntarily, seeking his punishing hand, writhing in sexual
degradation.
   I wanted him to beat me.  My fiery ass was sending burning painnful
fuck sensations to my aching cock and trembling, abused body.  I
pulled against my bounds, stretching and rubbing my hard prick against
the sheets as Ben blistered my boyish asscheeks.
   "You like this, don't you, you little cunt?" pantd Ben as he landed
another blow.
   "Yessss," I moaned as my pantyhosse clad ass burned with sexual
torture.  "Ohhh, Godd, yesss,"
    Ben stopped his assault, placing both hands on my burning ass and
digging his fingers into my nylon coated asscrack.  He ripped the
pantyhose, exposing my naked asshole to his gaze.  Rubbing my fiery
ass, he pushed a finger into my used asshole, popping quickly past the
anus, slipping easily into my still lubricated ass.
   He loosened my foot bonds and pushed my ass into the air, mounting
the bed behind me, he placed his cockhead against my asshole and
gently pushed, stretching it every so slightly.
   "Now, beg me to fuck you, whore," he said, painfully grabbing my
inflamed ass cheeks with his hands.
   "AAHhhhhhooohh, please..." I cried out in pain as he squeezed my
hot, hot ass.
   "Fuck me.  Pleaase Fuck Me." I begged him.
   Very slowly, he forced his rigid man meat past my anal sphnicter,
wiggling his cock from side to side, painfully stretching my abused
hole, raping me through the torn pantyhose.
   "AHH, Ahhh, Ooooohhh," I cried out in pleasure and pain as I felt
his hard flesh worm its way into my bowels.  "Yeesss, fuck me, fuck me
hard."
   "Yeah," he said with glee, "You like my hard cock inside your cunt
hole, don't you, you fucking slut whore..."
   He rammed his meat all the way into my ass and began fucking me
harder and harder, raping my whorish ass.
   "Fucking slut!" he cried.  "Whore!"
   "You Cunt," he moaned, slamming in and out of my burning ass as I
groaned and moaned at the feeling of his male flesh sliding in and out
of my asshole.
   "Whore! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt! Fucking Cunt!" he emphasized each word
with a thrust of his hard cock.
   "AAAAHHH, Fucking slut!" he came in a torrent of hot cum, filling
my ass, spilling over to trickle down my thighs, flooding my insides
with hot, sticky sperm.
   He slumped over my naked body, spent, his cock still embedded in my
ass, crushing me with his fat weight.
   He lay there a long time on top of me, dozing, satiated, while my
painful hard on, crushed beneath our bodies, softened and I too dozed,
still tied up, in spite of his weight.
   Some time in the middle of the night, he roused himself and untied
me.  Dragging my own sleepy body to the bathroom, he groggily sat me
down on the toilet, told me to open my mouth and put his slimy cock
inside. I waited, knowing what was coming, until he let loose with his
hot piss which I obediently swallowed, that which didn't overflow and
run down my chin and chest.
   When he was done, he said, "Now get the fuck out of
here."
   "Wha..?" I said in bewilderment.
   "You heard me, fuckhead. We're done, now beat it."
   "I... I... can't..." I started to explain.
   Smack!  He slapped my face.
   "I don't sleep with boy fags." he said menacingly.  "Now you've got
till I count to ten...  One... two..."
   I jumped up and scrambled for my piss soaked clothes in the bathtub
and ran for the nightstand for my money. On the way to the door, I
caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - makeup all smeared and
used; torn pantyhose.  I looked like a raped boy whore.  I was in the
hallway before he got to ten.  He closed and locked the door behind
me.
   I looked at my torn, pissed soaked clothes and laughed in
incredulous self pity.  But there was nothing I could do.  I put on my
wet, torn shorts the rags of my t-shirt over the torn pantyhose and
snuck out of the hotel.  No one saw me.
   Out on the golf course, I took off the pantyhose, and actually used
some of Ben's cum still oozing out of my ass to try and wipe off my
makeup.  It didn't work very well. I was fucked. I threw the rags of
my clothes away and snuck around my dorm, naked, until the wee hours
of the morning when I finally was able to slip in unseen, clothed only
in my sneakers and five hundred dollars.  I went straight to the
shower.
   And, in spite of everything, I felt great.  My asshole was pulsing
with fire and I jerked off again in the shower.  I was five hundred
dollars richer and that was worth a lot of weirdness.  The only
drawback to my homosexual escapades was that I started leaving shit
stains on my underwear.  Every time I farted I would leave skidmarks. 
I was afraid that I had permanently stretched out my asshole and that
freaked me out.  If it hadn't been for that, I might have just flipped
gay right then and there.  I had fantasies of being a faggot whore and
making huge amounts of money.  I teetered on the edge of coming out of
the closet, going into business...  but the loose asshole shit stains
actually bummed me out in a major way.  I figured I was damaging my
body.  After a week or so, my libido died down, and my asshole
tightened up again.  School ended and I still wanted girls to like me.
 Fuck it.

  I got home and it was the summer of 1974.  Pamela and I immedieately
continued to fuck our brains out.    Priscilla went away early in the
summer and then Todd was leaving a week after she did.  The night
before he left, the three of us, me, Todd and Pamela, were down in the
Dun.  The conversation led to Todd missing Priscilla and how unfair it
was that Pam and I could fuck and he couldn't.  As we all sat on the
couch, with Pam in between us, we both started kissing her and
caressing her young, nubile body.  By the time we got her moaning, we
were busy disrobing her, undoing her blouse, freeing her large tits
and removing her pants and panties. Naked, I pushed her down to Todd's
crotch where she took out his hard cock and began sucking. I
undressed, getting naked myself and, after fondling her perfect
asscheeks, I spread her cunt and dipped my own tool inside of her love
box.  As I fucked her, Todd got undressed until we were all naked.  We
had to get down on the floor in order to have enough room for all of
our fondling and sucking.  That's when Todd noticed that both Pam and
I were shaved.
   It totally turned him on and I spread her cunt as he put his tongue
to her wet, hairless pussy lips, sucking and eating her hot box with
passionate gusto.
   All of us were moaning, our hot bodies rubbing against each other
slicked with sweat.  I had to concentrate on not getting carried away
and suddenly fingering Todd's asshole or sucking his hard cock.  They
would have both been shocked. but rubbing my cock against him as I
fondled Pam was in the bounds of the present debaucherie.
   It helped that Todd was totally blown away at our shaved bodies and
he enjoyed our naked menage a trois. He went nuts, making out with
Pam, both of us fondling her, him sucking her nude cunt until he just
finally fucked her. He penetrated her cunt as I fondled and sucked at
her breasts. It was great. He pumped her full of his cum and then I
took sloppy seconds, fucking cunt flesh awash in his spunk, sliding on
our own combined bare flesh as Todd watched, fascinated.  It was a
very nice night.

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