Remembering 20 years ago when I was rocking out on my Windows 98 playing The Phanton Menace. Such good times. By far the most underrated Star Wars game.

This is a pic i took of my 19 year old sister , Deanna, getting ready to go to the Star Wars Movie, i love playing with her ass

I confess that after 35 years, I'm growing a little tired of Star Wars. I'm in my late 40's now. Should I retire my lightsaber?

So how many of you geeky guys tried to get lucky with your sister on Star Wars day? How many of you had to just play with your "lightsaber" while she fucked some hunky guy?

I confess I love the look on a girl's face when she realizes she's just become a complete, worthless slut.

A little background: I was a complete nobody in high school. Like, skinny little nerd boy, Star Wars posters on my walls nobody. I decided my senior year to join the military. That got me fit, got me confident, and put me in a few of the right places at the right time to make some good investments. Fast forward a few years and I'm out, own a company, and pull down (low) six figures.

Last year I went to my ten year reunion. Word got around about how well I was doing these days, and before long one of the girls who was a huge cunt back in the day was chatting with me over some drinks. We had a few laughs about how she made fun of me when she found out I thought she was good looking (because she was) over some drinks. As the evening wound down, she admitted she was having some financial issues. She's a waitress now, engaged to a cook at the restaurant she works at, and they were about $400 shy of paying the rent and close to getting evicted. We talked some more and I made my offer. I'd give her the $400 if she woul do something for me. She took the deal fast enough that I figured that was her goal the whole time.

We met up a few days later while her fiance was at work. I made it clear that for her to get the money, she had to do exactly anything I wanted. I think she figured I wanted a blowjob, a quick fuck and that was it. Nope. I had her strip down, got naked myself, and she started blowing me. It was okay, but not great. After a minute I grabbed her hair, and started fucking her mouth. Didn't start easy, just went straight to treating her mouth like a pussy. She fought a little, pulled back and said "What the fuck Charlie?" I slapped one of her tits, told her to shut the fuck up and take it, and went back to going to town. She kept pulling back and heaving, and I kept slapping her face or tits, telling her if she wanted that money she needed to stop being a worthless cunt, and went back at it. Every now and then I'd spit in her face, taking a cue from one of my favorite pay sites (you know the one). After about five minutes she suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her throwing up in there. I followed her in, stroking my cock and telling her she needed to get her mouth back on my cock or I was walking.

I could see she was considering telling me to get out, so I grabbed her hair and pushed her back to her knees. I could see she didn't want it, but opened her stupid mouth anyway. Over the next ten minutes she stopped to hurl three more times. I laughed at her, mocked her, and spit on her every time. Finally I told her her mouth wasn't good enough, and told her to bend over the sink. She thought I was going to fuck her pussy until I spit on her little ass hole. She looked up at me in the mirror and asked me not to, begged me just to fuck her pussy instead. I spit on her ass a few more times, told her to shut the fuck up, and squeezed my cock in her ass. She screamed, I grabbed her hair and made her look at her self in the mirror while I pounded her ass. She started crying pretty quickly, and I just laughed and asked if her fiance fucked her like this. If she was proud of her self, etc.

After a while I was ready to cum, pulled out and pushed her back on her knees. She closed her eyes an mouth, and tried to turn her head but I held her in place and blew a huge load on her stupid face. Then I had her open her open up and fucked her mouth a little more. She gagged probably from the thought of A2M as much as the face fuck. I stood there over her a few minutes, letting my cock get soft again while I berated her, asked her why she didn't want to taste my cum, and she kept asking to wipe it off. I spit on her again, and told her she should clean herself up. She started to get up, but I kept her down, and had her lean her head back over the tub. I stood over her and started pissing on her face and she freaked out. I pinched the stream and told her to stay the fuck still or I walk with the money. Spit on her again, finished my piss, then went and got dressed. I could hear her sobs from while I got dressed, and that got me laughing. When I walked back in, she was curled up naked on the floor, her body shaking while she cried, still glistening from her golden shower. I laughed at her, spit on her, then tossed the cash at her. Thanked her for the fun and told her I'd show my self out.

Anyone a fan of star wars?

anyone like star wars? http://www.downgirls.com/1064

alright i confess, having never seeing neither, i've decided i want to start watching either the Star Wars series or the LOTR trilogy. i only feel like going into one. so which one is better? is there hot bitches? which has better fights? help por favor.

LOL @ Star Wars ep.7 being made.... by fucking Disney. i blame democrats.

I have to confess and I'm sorry if this offends anyone but I really can't stand the star wars movies I hate them and think they are a pile of shit this goes for both new and old. Oh and also really don't like the Indiana Jones movies either basically anything with Harrison ford in really think he is a shot actor. Oh and I want to bang my fiancés best friend

Life, the Universe & everything.

Quotes from Douglas Adams, one of the funniest guys that ever lived.

RIP 1952 - 2001.
So long, & thanks for all the books.

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”

"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools."

"Arthur hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realised there was a contradiction there and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.”

“Bypasses are devices that allow some people to dash from point A to point B very fast while other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people from point B are so keen to get there and what's so great about point B that so many people from point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.”

“For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.”

“God puts an apple tree in the middle of the Garden of Eden and says, do what you like guys, oh, but don't eat the apple. Surprise surprise, they eat it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting "Gotcha." It wouldn't have made any difference if they hadn't eaten it... because if you're dealing with somebody who has the sort of mentality which likes leaving hats on the pavement with bricks under them you know perfectly well they won't give up. They'll get you in the end.”

“He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.”

“Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.”

“Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.”

“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”

“I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.”

“If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.”

“If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.”

“If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.”

"INFINITE: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. Much bigger than that, in fact, really amazingly immense, a totally stunning size, real "wow, that's big" time. Infinity is so big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here.”

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

“It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.”

“It is a rare mind indeed that can render the hitherto non-existent blindingly obvious. The cry 'I could have thought of that' is a very popular and misleading one, for the fact is that they didn't, and a very significant and revealing fact it is too.”

“It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made p******** should on no account be allowed to do the job.”

“It is an important and popular fact that things are not always what they seem. For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much - the wheel, New York, wars and so on - whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man - for precisely the same reasons.”

“Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.”

“Life is wasted on the living.”

“Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor, at least no one worth speaking of.”

“Many words and expressions which only a matter of decades ago were considered so distastefully explicit that, were they merely to be breathed in public, the perpetrator would be shunned, barred from polite society, and in extreme cases shot through the lungs, are now thought to be very healthy and proper, and their use in everyday speech and writing is evidence of a well-adjusted, relaxed and totally unfucked-up personality.”

"Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.”

“That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting.”

“The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.”

“The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate.”

“The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phase, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat? the second by the question Why do we eat? and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?”

“The impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.”

“The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”

“The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at and repair.”

“The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.”

“There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.”

“This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.”

“Time is bunk.”

“Time, we know, is relative. You can travel light years through the stars and back, and if you do it at the speed of light then, when you return, you may have aged mere seconds while your twin brother or sister will have aged twenty, thirty, forty or however many years it is, depending on how far you traveled. This will come to you as a profound shock, particularly if you didn't know you had a twin brother or sister.”

“We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!”

“We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.”

“You live and learn. At any rate, you live.”

“A computer terminal is not some clunky old television with a typewriter in front of it. It is an interface where the mind and body can connect with the universe and move bits of it about.”

“It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase "As pretty as an airport" appear.”

“If on the other hand he went to pay his respects to The Door and it wasn't there...what then?

The answer, of course, was very simple. He had a whole board of circuits for dealing with exactly this problem, in fact this was the very heart of his function. He would continue to believe in it whatever the facts turned out to be, what else was the meaning of belief? The Door would still be there, even if the Door was not.”

"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...”

“Men were real men, women were real women, and small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri. Spirits were brave, men boldly split infinitives that no man had split before. Thus was the Empire forged.”

“You know, it's at times like this when I'm trapped in a Vogon

airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in

deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me

when I was young!

Why, what did she tell you?

I don't know, I didn't listen!”

“...was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking... he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomably into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.”

“Anything that happens, happens.

Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.

Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.

It doesn’t necessarily do it in chronological order, though.”

“Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.”

“Who is this God person anyway?”

“On the way back, they sang a number of tuneful and reflective songs on the subjects of peace, justice, morality, culture, sport, family life, and the obliteration of all other life forms.”

“Well I think we've sorted all that out now. If you'd like to know, I can tell you that in your Universe you move freely in three dimensions that you call space. You move in a straight line in a fourth, which you call time, and stay rooted to one place in a fifth, which is the first fundamental of probability. After that it gets a bit complicated, and there's all sorts of stuff going on in dimensions 13 to 22 that you really wouldn't want to know about. All you really need to know for the moment is that the Universe is a lot more complicated then you might think.”

"`...You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them had you? I mean like actually telling anyone or anything.'

`But the plans were on display...'

`On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.'

`That's the display department.'

`With a torch.'

`Ah, well the lights had probably gone.'

`So had the stairs.'

`But look you found the notice didn't you?'

`Yes,' said Arthur, `yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of The Leopard".'"

"`Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.'

`Very deep,' said Arthur, `you should send that in to the "Reader's Digest". They've got a page for people like you.'"

"`This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer, `I never could get the hang of Thursdays.'"

"Pages one and two [of Zaphod's p********ial speech] had been salvaged by a Damogran Frond Crested Eagle and had already become incorporated into an extraordinary new form of nest which the eagle had invented. It was constructed largely of papier mache and it was virtually impossible for a newly hatched baby eagle to break out of it. The Damogran Frond Crested Eagle had heard of the notion of survival of the species but wanted no truck with it."

“this is obviously some strange usage of the word "safe" that I wasn't previously aware of.”

"`You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasently like being drunk.'

`What's so unpleasent about being drunk?'

`You ask a glass of water.'"

"If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.'"

"There are of course many problems connected with life, of which some of the most popular are `Why are people born?' `Why do they die?' `Why do they spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?'"

"The fronting for the eighty-yard long marble-topped bar had been made by stitching together nearly twenty thousand Antarean Mosaic Lizard skins, despite the fact that the twenty thousand lizards concerned had needed them to keep their insides in."

"`We've got to find out what people want from fire, how they relate to it, what sort of image it has for them.'

The crowd were tense. They were expecting something wonderful from Ford.

`Stick it up your nose,' he said.

`Which is precisely the sort of thing we need to know,' insisted the girl, `Do people want fire that can be fitted nasally?'"

“What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer.”

"Ford grabbed him by the lapels of his dressing gown and spoke to him as slowly and distinctly and patiently as if he were somebody from a telephone company accounts department."

“Arthur's consciousness approached his body as from a great distance, and reluctantly. It had had some bad times in there. Slowly, nervously, it entered and settled down into its accustomed position.”

"His eyes seemed to be popping out of his head. He wasn't certain if this was because they were trying to see more clearly, or if they simply wanted to leave at this point."

"There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind."

"`You know they've reintroduced the death penalty for insurance company directors?'

`Really?' said Arthur. `No I didn't. For what offence?'

Trillian frowned. `What do you mean, offence?'

`I see.'"

"`She hit me on the head with the rock again.'

`I think I can confirm that that was my daughter.'

`Sweet kid.'

`You have to get to know her,' said Arthur.

`She eases up does she?'

`No,' said Arthur, `but you get a better sense of when to duck.'"

"The beak was a major piece of armoury. It was a beak that would frighten any animal on earth, even one that was already dead and in a tin."

"`Could we perhaps take a snake bite detector with us to Komodo?'

`Course you can, course you can. Take as many as you like. Won't do you a blind bit of good because they're only for Australian snakes.'

`So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly, then?'

He blinked at me as if I was stupid.

`Well what do you think you do?' he said. `You die of course. That's what deadly means.'"

"Mark turned and asked a passenger behind us if these planes ever crashed. Oh yes, he was told, but not to worry - there hadn't been a serious crash now in months."

"Virtually everything we were told in Indonesia turned out not to be true, sometimes almost immediately. The only exception to this was when we were told that something would happen immediately, in which case it turned out not to be true over an extended period of time."

"Komodo dragons sleep headfirst in large burrows. It is a very, very, very bad idea to even think of pulling its tail."

“Plenty of people did not care for him much, but then there is a huge difference between disliking somebody -- maybe even disliking them a lot -- and actually shooting them, strangling them, dragging them through the fields and setting their house on fire. It was a difference which kept the vast majority of the population alive from day to day.”

“Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which follows its own laws.”

“The idea that Bill Gates has appeared like a knight in shining armour to lead all customers out of a mire of technological chaos neatly ignores the fact that it was he who, by peddling second-rate technology, led them into it in the first place.”

“The big corporations are suddenly taking notice of the web, and their reactions have been slow. Even the computer industry failed to see the importance of the Internet, but that's not saying much. Let's face it, the computer industry failed to see that the century would end.”

“One of the problems of taking things apart and seeing how they work - supposing you're trying to find out how a cat works--you take that cat apart to see how it works, what you've got in your hands is a non-working cat. The cat wasn't a sort of clunky mechanism that was susceptible to our available tools of analysis.”

“For thousands more years the mighty ships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across - which happened to be the Earth - where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.”

“The technology involved in making anything invisible is so infinitely complex that nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand million, nine hundred and ninety- nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety- nine times out of a billion it is much simpler and more effective just to take the thing away and do without it.”

“Since this Galaxy began, vast civilisations have risen and fallen, risen and fallen, risen and fallen so often that it's quite tempting to think that life in the Galaxy must be (a) something akin to seasick - space-sick, time sick, history sick or some such thing, and (b) stupid.”

“It wasn't his job to worry about that, though. It was his job to do his job, which was to do his job. If that led to a certain narrowness of vision and circularity of thought then it wasn't his job to worry about such things.”

“All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it's pretty damn complicated in the first place.”

“Computer, if you don't open that exit hatch this moment I shall zap straight off to your major data banks and reprogram you with a very large axe.”

“I think all cats are wild cats. They just act tame if they think they'll get a saucer of milk out of it.”

“Look, would it save a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”

“Now, either you all give yourselves up now and let us beat you up a bit, though not very much of course because we are firmly opposed to needless violence, or we blow up this entire planet and possibly one or two we noticed on our way out here!”

“Rome wasn't burned in a day.”

“The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.”

“The most misleading assumptions are the ones you don't even know you're making.”

“There is probably buried in the Western psyche a deep taboo about eating anything you've been introduced to socially.”

“Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.”

“We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.”

“Don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters, which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.”

“If you really want to understand something, the best way is to try and explain it to someone else. That forces you to sort it out in your own mind. And the more slow and dim-witted your pupil, the more you have to break things down into more and more simple ideas. And that's really the essence of programming. By the time you've sorted out a complicated idea into little steps that even a stupid machine can deal with, you've certainly learned something about it yourself. The teacher usually learns more than the pupil does.”

"Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in..."

"...he was at least twice as unbalanced now, and quite liable to fall off whatever it is that well-balanced people are supposed to be balancing on."

"In his dreams he was walking late at night along the East Side, beside the river which had become so extravagantly polluted that new life forms were now emerging from it spontaneously, demanding welfare and voting rights"

"Busy executives often didn’t have time for a full-time wife and family and would just rent them for weekends."

"It was impossible for Arthur to know this, but he just went ahead and knew it anyway."

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer."

My family took in a foreign exchange student from Poland to finish up her senior year in America. Ania loves it here so much that she wants to spend the summer here. My wife and I thought she was just an innocent little 'aniol' who likes to help wash dishes after dinner, rub my shoulders after a hard day's work, run little errands, walk the dog, etc.
Today I found out she has been fucking our son. I was stunned because he seemed more into video games, Star Wars and sports than girls. I found out when I read some texts between the two. I thought about telling my wife but she would freak out. I don't want my son to have sex with her because he's not ready but I also don't want Ania to go around and fuck random guys. I had no idea that Polish girls were such hos.
Any suggestions?

Happy Star Wars Day.

Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith

hey guys, took some ambien last night and recorded my effects so i could remember the next day.. this is all i got.. anyone do anything similar?

"25 mg dose of ambien

10mins- screen is wavy and pulsates.. my typing skills are off kinsa

15 mins. while readng lines of text the text at the ends of the lines seems to be very far away from me.. like star wars scrolls sideways.. also, slight blue lights around- possible reflection

looks like people clinmbing stairs on words

screen is breathing anf moving in my eyes and the colors are 3d

clors and textyres seem resl to me and i want to tuch them but theyrd go bak to no funn

20 ins
feling in stomach, nausea.. scared to puke, want to aleep... will syau up a little longer

feel like i have to ppoop.. watching youtube arguing with kids on facebook
my compuuter screen is doin some crazy shit righ now

happy feeling, but nervous for unknown reasons.. messin with cicalese the fat fuck im gonna hanf cuff him to a car and blow it up

feel like dancing or something
just stay up, feel very veird.. girlfriends lips are awikward looking.. idk why.. either trip or just from the blanket

nothing is real im all there is i guess

omfg just saw my screen turn black n wite and rely bright for twenty secs and then go bak"

I confess that though I like sex like any man, I often come to this site because my life , and life is general is so fucking boring. America with all its constant competition, wars, and consumer good bores me to death. So porn is usually just a form of escape.

Most of the porn stars that we see on videos now are just doing it for the money. They do performance fucking and it's really hella boring.

The pedos are seriously bored with their life to the point of fantasizing and seeking out little girls in order to make their life a little more interesting. They can't get adult pussy, so they go after little girl or their own daughters.

We're a fucking messed up society and it doesn't look like it's going to get any better any time soon.

So how is that for a spoiler confession. Fucking boring, uhu? lol

Anyone remember the guy in Star Wars who kept jerkin off?

I think is name was Hand Solo...

I confess. I`ve been defecating in church confession stands. I figure its just like a toilet anyway. The entire church is. There is no god anyway. Only weak minded people follow a bullshit book like the bible. If you want science fiction that bad go see star wars. But if you cant afford it, I guess you can go to the church and get a free copy. Anyway. BURN DOWN ALL CHURCHES. They are a waste of space....

Hey, since humans are so into building our laws and societies around the bible and the quran, and whatnot. why don't we just start making new laws according to like star wars or something? i mean one fiction is no different then the other right?
we can pray to the force, we can make kids recite some jedi pact. i don't know, i'm just brain storming here. but i mean this christianity/islam thing is just so lame. let's change it up for the next couple millenia.

So this screenshot often appears on the homepage, and appears to be a girl wearing a Star Wars shirt, which is relevant to my interest... anyone have a link to the video?

I’m not exactly sure where to begin here, maybe I should begin with my sister calling me and yelling at me on the phone, “what in the fuck did you do?”
Yet that doesn’t even brush the surface of anything at all. My sister knows a couple of Ukrainian women who are in the US temporarily because of the war. They’re both dating each other, they’re lesbians – totally no problems with that – they’re both very pretty too. They work for the same international company my sister works for, and my sister helped them find a place to stay. My sister invited me to come out for drinks with them, and we all had a good time. Of course as a guy I was fantasizing about these pretty ladies. I went home and fell asleep.
My sister calls me, “hey, they really liked hanging out with you too – we’re going out again.”
So I went out with them again. It was fun but I kept getting vibes from Kateryna, a dark haired, blue eyed, long legged goddess that any man would beg to fuck. At first I was thinking I was imagining things, but she kept on asking me questions.
“Why don’t you bring your girlfriend to the bar?”
“Oh, I don’t have one. Single as can be!”
The smirk she had gave me butterflies, “oh you need a girlfriend, I hook you up with Ukraine girl she’ll treat you right!”
Kateryna was a bit tipsy, and winked at me. I noticed a bit of jealousy from her girlfriend Nevena.
“Oh no need to hook me up, I’m suffering a bit of PTSD from my last relationship and I still need time to heal.”
“Oh, poor baby, you will heal,” she came over and hugged me, I could feel her perky breasts pressing into me intentionally, and then she kissed me on the cheek – leaving dark red lipstick where she kissed.
I blushed.
We all went our separate ways, I went home and went to sleep.
In the morning my sister calls, “What did Kateryna want to talk to you about?”
“Huh? Oh nothing she just gave me a hug.”
“No, she asked for your number when we left the bar I thought she’d have called you by now.”
“No, she didn’t call,” I started feeling butterflies in my stomach.
A few hours later, Kateryna called me, “Hi…”
I was nervous, “Hello Kat…”
She laughed a little, “Look the best way to get over someone who hurt you is to move on with your life. How long ago did you get hurt?”
“Almost three years.”
“You haven’t dated in three years?” She seemed genuinely shocked.
“Well…”
We talked for hours on end about damn near everything. Kat invited herself over to my place because she said she wanted to talk face to face. I was nervous – I cleaned my house before she came over.
I thought she would have brought Nevena with her but she showed up alone – ringing my doorbell. I answered it and opened the door. Her beautiful blue eyes looked right into my soul. I must have been blushing a lot.
“Oh, no need to be nervous! I don’t bite, much, well yeah I do. I bite.”
I laughed, and invited her in and asked her if she would like something to drink.
“Just water.”
She sat down on my couch and I got her water.
She smelled so good, her sweet perfume only added to my attraction to her.
I gave her a glass of water and sat down across from her in my living room chair.
We talked about relationships, she told me about how it was when she left Ukraine and how she saw dead bodies. She started to cry a bit. Kat kept trying to make eye contact with me but I’d shyly look away.
“Hey,” she said and I was drawn to her eyes.
“Look,” Kat said, “I know this is awkward for you. I know I’m in a relationship but it’s a weird relationship – it’s an open relationship. Nevena only likes women but I like men and women.”
“Oh, you’re bisexual, that’s cool!”
“Why you sit all the way over there come here!” She said playfully.
I got up and sat next to her.
She gave me a hug and I inhaled how sweet she smelled. I felt her lips gently kiss my neck and I pulled back.
“It’s okay, you don’t find me attractive I’m not like American girl, blonde hair…”
“No, no I think you’re a very very beautiful woman – way out of my league, you’re easily an 11 out of 10! It’s just I don’t want to wreck anything you and Nevena have.”
“It’s an open relationship, she fucks other women and I barely get to have some dick.”
“Oh,” was the only thing that came out of my mouth before my tongue was deep inside her mouth and my hands were groping her lovely soft breasts. She pulled her top off and unbuttoned her pants and slipped them off. No panties.
I started kissing her body, licking her tits as she moaned my name. My fingers slid into her wet pussy and it was tight as hell. Her lips latched on to my neck and I felt her teeth sinking into my flesh. My cock was bursting out of my pants as she unzipped my jeans. Kat pushed me back and slid my cock deep in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and I felt like I was going to explode, she knew I was about to bust and came up for air.
“Cum in my mouth!” and she started sucking again. I grabbed her hair and pushed her deeper down, and my cock pulsated hot cum deep in her throat. I laid back, catching my breath. Kat smiled and started stroking my cock with her hand.
“You haven’t had sex in a long time, no?”
“In about 3 years… I haven’t had sex…”
I felt my cock getting hard again as her sweet soft hands pulled and tugged.
“You lay back, I want to ride your beautiful dick.”
I felt the warmth of her pussy slowly taking me in. The grip her cunt had on my cock was something I’ve never felt in my life. I was worried, I didn’t have a condom on and she was riding me like no tomorrow – like a porn star in love. Her lips met mine and our eyes locked.
My hands cupped her giggling tits, her pussy pumped up and down taking me in deeper, gripping me pulling me.
Kat’s body shuttered in ecstasy as she came all over my cock, her juices dripping down my testicles and she collapsed on top of me. My arms wrapped around her slim waist as my cock still remained in her.
Kat kissed me on the lips, “your turn… I want all of you inside of me.”
Her hips began to swivel, her pussy clenched tighter on my hard dick.
“I can feel how hard you are in me,” she gasped, as I watched my cock sliding in and out of her.
“Ohhh cum in me! Cum in me please,” she begged.
I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t pull out of this beautiful woman, I wanted more of her…
I erupted inside her, it was the most I’ve ever cum in my life. It felt like I came for five minutes, ejaculating over and over. She moaned with excitement as she pumped every last drop of cum out of me and into her. I came so much I was dripping out of her filled pussy. She felt how much cum was in her and she laughed a bit.
“That’s a lot of cum!” Kat laughed, “I’ve never seen so much!”
I didn’t want to ask if she was on the pill, I was so out of breath. We cuddled for a little while and she had to leave. For two weeks straight every other day she’d come over and we’d fuck. I always left her satisfied. When I ate her pussy, it was absolutely the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. My ex’s pussy was bitter, fishy – Kat’s pussy tasted like cotton candy and smelled like roses. I hate to say it but with her charming personality and perfect body – I fell in love.
It was right after New Years, on the second (which was yesterday) my sister called me.
“what in the fuck did you do?” my sister asked angrily.
“What are you talking about, Kat? They’re in an open relationship and she was the one who initiated everything!” I told her.
“Well, I’m glad you’re so calm about becoming a father!”
“Wait what? Kat didn’t tell me anything about being pregnant!”
“Yeah, she called me in a panic, she missed her period, took a test and it was positive, her and Nevena broke up and she’s moving out of Nevena’s apartment… “
“She doesn’t have to look for a place to live, she can live with me,” I said immediately, “I’m going to call her right away!”
And I did. Kat was a bit hesitant because she didn’t want to impose – but we had a long conversation about things. Turns out she has feelings for me too. She told me as soon as she seen me it was like she met “a rock star, I felt like I met a rock star… and I was weak in the knees, and when we made love, because that wasn’t just a fuck – that was making love… when we made love I felt you, I felt your soul and I wanted more…”
“I fell in love with you too, Kat…”
She’s moving in on Friday!
I know – it could be a bad life choice for me to do this. For all I know she’s just trying to get US citizenship… but the way she is, the way she looks at me… it feels too real.
I guess the confession here is that one of my sister’s co-workers came to the US to get away from the war in Ukraine with her girlfriend, and I knocked her up and now I’m head over heels in love with her.

I am 23 male, my best friend is 21 female and has a boyfriend.

Last week I took her on a picnic in a near by park. That lasted for 5 hours. Most of the time we just lane in the shade and talked about everything and nothing. Quite often dirty jokes and thoughts. Later on we packed up the stuff and took a walk around the park till the sun went down.

We then headed back to my place to watch a movie. This time it was Star Wars 3 because she wants to watch them in chronological order. At the same time we played a drinking game. After taking 5 half shots of vodka she gave up. After the movie was over I offered to give her a massage like I normaly do, but this time I bought oil to use.

She said she would strip down to her bra and panties, and I said that's fine if I can undo the bra to keep it out of the way. So she got in to position and I began to massage. I worked over her body one part at a time. Starting with her shoulders I rubbed from her neck all the way Down to her panties and back. Getting ever inch of her covered in oil. She commented on how great it felt and how nice the oil smelt. I kept going at a slow pase doing each arm next. Then one leg then the other. Followed by a foot rub. After all of her back was covered I asked if she would like me to do her front too.

She rolled over but made sure to keep her lose bra over her brests. This time I started with her arms. Very slowly working each limb over again. One arm, then the other, followed by each leg. Finally as I finished with her legs she asked if it was time for the last part. I said yes and she removed her bra.

At first I avoided contact with the nipples, and focused on the clavicle, stomach and sides. After a whitle I said if you want I can add your boobs to the massage. She replayed by saying I could do what ever I want. So after adding more oils to her chest I too one in each hand and massaged them just as I did with every other naked inch of her skin. Each nipple getting very hard as I rubbed them. Then after a good amount of time passed I finished up.

As she put her shirt back on I remarked that I wished I could have had her butt as part of the massage. She said that I could still rub it with out oil over her panties. I then took her up on that. Of all her body her ass may be the most sexy part, and it was so soft to rub even with out the oil. It was very late by then and we went to sleep in separate beds. But before we dozed off she asked me to make sure she got up to her alarm at 9am.

At around 9:30 after her alarm went off for the 3rd time I got up and went to her bed asking if I could lay with her for a bit. She moved over to let me in. We lane front to back with me behind her. Like most mornings I was horny. And I let my free hand wonder over her front. First above her shirt, and then below. I started mainly on her stomach but gave her boobs a small feal. Then my hand moved over her panties. She said nothing to stop me so I started to rub her clothed lips and clit. After a while I asked if it felt good. She weekly said yes. I then asked if she would let me go under her panties. She said no, still weak in her voice. After still longer I then said what would be the harm if I put my hand under. She said nothing, so I decided to take a chance.

I slipped my hand under her panties and over her hair covered pubic mound and found her clit hood. Her legs had opened a bit wider for me as I began to rub her pussy. My fingers soon found there way into her vagina and fingered her very wet hole. My fingers slipped so smoothly between her pussy lips and back up to her clit. I asked her if I was going to make her cum, and she said Probobly. I then asked how soon? She said very. In less than a minute from that she started to shake all over, her vagina squeezed around my finger and she had shorter and heavier breaths.

After that we did our normal think of her taking a shower and me making some quick breakfast before she left.

Hopefully more to come soon!

Love girls in star wars swimsuits ;)

I needed a drink, had a shitty day at the office so I decided to go to an old dive bar I used to go to when I was in my 20’s. I’m in my 40’s now (just for reference). The wife was in one of her moods, just got her period so I really didn’t want to deal with her either. Also for reference, she is openly bi and we both have girlfriends on the side.
I get to the bar and it’s changed a lot. It turned into an alternative, emo, goth punk bar. I’m fine with that – good music. It was dark, the walls all painted black with some neon lighting here and there to make it look ‘spooky’ or whatever. I sat right at the bar, didn’t really look around to see who was there because I really didn’t give a fuck. I ordered a Newcastle from the bartender, a skinny guy with a pierced septum, weighted earrings on each ear, tats down his arms etc, standard “hey I’m alternative,” look.
On my third beer I looked up because there was quite a ruckus. A beer bottle smashed on the floor and a woman was yelling at someone, “fuck you cunt.” The bouncer who was at the door nearly half asleep attended to the situation and ejected a tall skinny blonde girl, maybe in her mid-twenties, drunk off her ass. I shrugged it off. “One more beer and I’m done,” I told the bartender. He went to get me another beer out of the tap.
“Hi.” I heard a sweet voice say.
I looked over and saw this petite, pale skinned pixie cut beauty looking right into my eyes. Instantly, my brain exclaimed, “I’d hit that, damn.”
“Hello,” I replied back. She plopped right down next to me on the bar stool.
“You’re a bit old for this bar aren’t you?”
I smirked, laughed a bit and looked at her again. Damn she was fucking hot. Small little perky tits hidden under that black shirt, I was eying her and she could tell easily.
“Back in the day this was my default bar. I was in the punk scene, in a few bands, I had my fun for an old fuddy duddy,” I told her with a smile.
She nudged my shoulder still making eye contact, “you’re not that old.”
“I feel like it. What happened back there?” I asked pointing to the broken glass being cleaned up.
She looked down, whatever I said hit her hard.
“My girlfriend just broke up with me because she’s a cunt,” she said.
“Oh, that sucks I’m sorry to hear that. Shit happens, you’ll find someone else. Plenty of fish and all that.”
“We weren’t in love or anything,” she said looking a bit depressed.
“Yeah you were, you look like your heart has been ripped out of your chest.”
“Fuck that cunt,” she said taking a swig of her drink.
I was trying to be cool, “she was vulnerable and this is a great opportunity to get some pussy,” by other brain began whispering to me. The chess game began.
“You’ll find another girl, you’re pretty,” I told her.
“Yeah, I can get the best of both worlds I’m not limited, I’m not a dyke, I’m bi.”
Bingo. Almost checkmate.
“That is cool, my wife is bi. She’s gone through a few girlfriends but finally found one she likes and gets along with, so I can identify with what you’re saying” I told her after I took a sip of my beer.
“You let your wife fuck other women? You’re a freak bro,” she said laughing.
“Yeah, we’re in an open marriage, so…”
“Oh bullshit, now you’re just trying to get in my pants you dirty old man,” she drank more.
“Hold on,” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my wife. She picked up.
“Hey babe, there is this cute chick at the bar that doesn’t believe we’re in an open marriage, you want to talk to her?”
She did. I gave this girl my phone and said, “talk to my wife about it.”
They were on the phone for a good 5 minutes. I finished up my beer and pulled out a few bucks to tip the bartender.
When she was done talking to my wife, she handed my phone back.
“Hey babe, I’ll see you in a few minutes I’m coming home,” I told my wife and hung up.
“You’re leaving? You seem cool as fuck. Don’t leave yet. Buy me a drink!”
I did, but I also texted my wife that I was staying because this chick seemed interested in me.
It was getting late, I had to put on my “A game” if I was going to get this pussy – but it seemed like this girl already had me pinned.
“So, if we’re going to fuck your wife says you have to wear a condom. They sell condoms in the men’s bathroom.”
“I have condoms in my car, wife insists,” I smirked.
“You can come back to my place or we could get a room,” she said. I was in, “holy fuck,” mode. This never ever happens.
“My name is Mike,” I said.
“Irene,” she said a bit bashfully.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just that… I’ve never been with an older guy, it’s always been a fantasy of mine though.”
“How old are you?” I asked.
“22, just turned it yesterday as a matter of fact.”
“I’m twenty years older than you Irene.”
“Good, daddy,” she said laughing her ass off.
We went back to Irene’s place, a small studio apartment a few miles away from the bar. I followed her car.
Irene, she stood about 4ft 11inches tall (maybe 5ft), maybe 90lbs max, could have been less. She was half Korean and Polish, a perfect mix of beauty from both cultures. She had jet black pixie cut hair, small perkey B cups, pearl white skin and a beautiful ass that could easily start a war. She was a perfect 10. I’ve never had a perfect 10 in my life and this moment was like a fucking dream. Conspiracy thoughts started running through my head, “this is a setup, and there is no way this is happening.” I kept my guard up.
We sat on her old beat up couch and she made the first move. Her red lips touched mine an my tongue swept gracefully into her mouth. She began to moan and unbutton my pants. Her soft hands slid down inside my pants and underwear. She stopped. She froze.
“Holy fuck,” she said smiling.
“What?”
“That’s going to hurt!” she exclaimed as she tugged on my erect cock.
“I’m not that big!” I told her.
“Whoever told you that is a fucking idiot,” she said stroking my cock more, closing her eyes and kissing me.
The thing is, I’m not that big. Fuck. I’m a guy, I’ve measured it. I’m thick, but it only measures out to 6.5 inches. I think once I cheated the ruler and it was 7 inches. It’s just a normal cock, nothing like you see railing petite women in porn. I’ve always viewed it as nothing to be excited about.
I cupped her breasts, they were soft and warm. Her nipples were nice and pointy. Perfect buds. I took her top off and damn near ripped her pants and panties off. She was naked and gorgeous.
“Holy shit, you’re a goddess!” I panted as she stroked me.
She pulled my pants down, took my shirt off and she started giving me oral. Her small mouth couldn’t fit me all inside. I felt like a hung porn star for the first time in my life. She couldn’t even get half way down my shaft. Maybe her BJ skills needed improvement, but still – the perspective I saw it from made me feel like I had a huge cock!
My fingers began to work her pussy as she sucked on me, and she was tight. I was going to have a problem getting my dick in her. She was so petite and small, I don’t think her frame would be able to handle me. She’s 4’9” and I’m 6’2” tall.
She pushed me back to lay down and she climbed on top of me. I could feel her pussy dripping wetness on my cock.
“The condom,” I panted.
She impaled her tight wet pussy on my hard cock. She screamed and began bucking me in and out of her. Her pussy was super tight. I could feel the head of my cock knocking on her cervix as she pushed all of me deep inside her. I was already feeling my nuts tighten up because an orgasm was coming. I’ve never been a minute man, ever.
I thought of something else. I tried to focus on something else so I wouldn’t bust a nut right away.
It wasn’t working. I stopped her.
“You’re too tight!” I said, “hold on.”
I went down on her and tasted her sweet pussy. She was shaved accept for a small jet black tuff of hair right above her slit. Her pussy was well kept, slight odor but nothing horrible at all. She began bucking as I licked her, telling me where to lick. It took a good 30 minutes until she let loose with an orgasm that seemed as if she was having an epileptic seizure. Her screams woke the neighbors who started pounding on the walls. She laughed.
I sat back down on the couch after eating her out.
“Your turn,” she mounted me again, she must like to ride.
I came really quick. Not even going to lie. I was in her for like five minutes and I exploded.
She was bucking me in and out of her, her hips swiveling and riding me perfectly and my cock was in heaven.
“I’m going to cum,” I told her as I felt my cock become harder and my nuts tighter.
“Cum in me daddy, I want your cum!”
She intensified her thrusts and gyrations. I felt her clasp my cock with that tightness and I began to ejaculate. Each pulsation of cum sprayed inside her as my hands grabbed her ass and pushed her down on my cock more. Deeper and deeper I pulsated inside of her. I moaned and groaned with each and every thrust. I wanted to pass out. Holy shit. Best sex ever. It felt so good, it was beyond words.
We exchanged numbers, she’s actually come over to our house for dinner a few times. Wife is jealous because Irene is so beautiful. I reassured my wife I wasn’t going to leave her. Irene has suggested that we start dating, that I dump my current girlfriend and have a relationship with her. I told her that I would think about it, but that she needs to know her place if she wants a relationship with me. My wife is the primary, and she is secondary to everything. She was a little insulted but agreed because as she stated, “I’m new to this lifestyle so I have a lot to learn, daddy.”
The wife and I don’t have any children. Wife didn’t want to have any. This chick Irene calling me daddy and being 20 years younger than me, letting me cum in her… well, I’ve got my fantasies too.
LOL, this shit is going to get me in trouble.
*No that isn't a picture of her, it's how she looks though (Irene is a bit thinner).

It all started when I had become single for the first time in nearly three years. I had dedicated three years of my life to one woman and I had done very well at being faithful even through the hard times. There were plenty of opportunities. I consider myself to be an attractive man, and being slightly above average with words I have this way of saying things that make everything sound that much more enticing. I am a liar, but I am a damn good one. More than once I have convinced a woman to love, or lust for, me through words alone. It disgusts me, but at the same time it gets me what I want more often than not. I am manipulative, but I am damn good at it.

As with any long term relationship breaking up, there was a lot of hurt. You've just spent three years with someone who already was, or had become, your best friend. You try to do the "staying friends" thing, but it never works out and you end up either never talking to each other again because it hurts too much, or you never talk to each other again because you can't stand to. In my case, it was both. It hurt a lot, and even the thought of talking to her made me so angry it would throw off my mood for the rest of the day. So in step my friends. And I have to tell you, I have a great many good friends that know very well how to distract me.

There's the booty call friend who has always wanted me and is not going to miss out on this chance she has. I am a serial monogamist and she knows it. I don't stay single for long.

Then there's the really good guy friend who invites me over for anything, whether it be to down a few brews on the front porch, play some games, or even just shoot the shit for no good reason. He's the one that's there. He's the one I depend on a lot even though he doesn't know it or feel like I am.

There's the soul mate that lives two thousand miles away, stuck in a relationship she herself has said she isn't happy with. She is trying to make things work, but the going is slow. We would be perfect together, but two thousand miles is a long walk.

There's the girl that is offering a steady relationship, but I don't want to get into one right now. I keep the flame kindled just enough for when I'm ready to take that step again, but no more.

Then there's the best friend since childhood and his wife. They have offered me a place to stay, but I don't want to do that just yet. I'm good with moving back home for a few months to get back on my feet after moving out of the Ex's place. He has always been there for me when I needed him most, and he's there for me now. They take me out to dinner, keep me entertained. Providing that distraction is invaluable and they both know it. But the wife has this way about her of having fun with that distraction. We are both flirts to the N'th degree, and my best friend finds it hilarious when we flirt with each other. But lately, or so since I have become a single man once again, that flirting seems to have increased to a fever pitch. It's not like it was before. It's more..... involved.

It was innocent enough to begin with. Always in my friend's presence, and always good for a laugh. A short reference to gay sex between my friend and I, based mainly on the fact that we joke around about it often. Then an reference to her interjecting between us, perhaps a threesome. "No," I say, "that wouldn't happen. I would steal all of the attention!" More laughs.

Then it was like a spike on the Richter Scale, we both kind of turned it into high gear. References to private time. 'What would happen if-' type things. She was growing closer every time we were around each other. We were getting to be around each other more and more often. We both knew it was innocent, but something would nag in the back of our minds that kind of doubted that entirely. It was always there, we both knew it. Then she invited me over to talk while my friend was out of town. He goes out of town quite a lot for business working for a professional show company. Suddenly I got this uneasy feeling. This was my best friend's wife inviting me over while he is out of town. I know he knows though. She tells him whenever we are hanging out and where it will be. He has joined us on occasion. But this felt... different? I had it set in my mind that I was not going to do anything and I was going to shut down any advance that might happen.

Nothing happened. We talked about it, because the tension was there. I explained that she was my best friend's wife and that nothing would ever bring me to sever my friendship just for a good piece of nookie. Nothing. She agreed, stating that she would never sleep around on him. It was just the "Game" that was fun.

By "Game", I merely mean the entirety of flirting. Many people flirt with an agenda. Whether it to be a kiss at the end of a date, or to sleep with a stranger based on suave alone. I happen to enjoy flirting just to flirt. A party that reciprocates that flirting is always preferred, because it makes both of us feel good to know that we can be found attractive. Flirting makes you feel great, and makes everything seem that much more fun. I call this the "Game"; the entire act of flirting just to flirt. No agenda to be had. No intentions of getting into anyone's pants. Just having a good time and seeing who bows out first. It's a game.

A week or two later, myself, my good friend that invites me over all the time, his fiance, my best friend, and his wife are all at a Mexican restaurant for Karaoke night. My best friend's wife is sitting next to me, and my best friend is sitting across from her. The flirting is inevitable, and it starts up almost immediately. It's an absolute blast, and I get quite a few margaritas in. My best friend gets up to sing a song, and his wife brings up the night I previously addressed. I told her how nervous I had been about coming over, and in my drunken state, with my filter switched off, I let slip that in another lifetime where she wasn't my best friend's wife, there is no doubt that I would be all over her in a heartbeat. She's an attractive girl with a great body. A man would be a fool not to be.

From then, the details get hazy but a few things I remember distinctly. In my mind, I am dead set against anything happening between the two of us. Then I feel a foot running up and down my calf from my left side. It sends a shock wave right through me and I catch my breath a little bit in surprise. I look at her and whisper stop. She does, for a while. It doesn't take long before she gets back to it, and I give her a menacing glance. She apparently finds it playful and continues, so I wait until her husband isn't looking and run my hand up her inner thigh just high enough to get my point across. She then stops, looking at me with surprise and starts laughing a bit. I play it off.

I get far too drunk to drive that night, and they took me to their place, saying they would bring me back to my car the next day. I don't remember much from that night other than some more flirting. A reference was made to her cats liking to jump onto the bed and sleep between her legs. I remember replying with something along the lines of "Wish something else could be between your legs," and she lifted her eyebrows and just gave me an "Mmmmmm" before handing me a pillow and a blanket. I lock myself in the guest bedroom for the night and take care of the raging erection I had been fighting to hide from the moment I had gotten her text in the car saying "What you did was not fair!" There was a short exchange of texts, but that was all it took.

Then we find ourselves out to dinner, just her and I once again. This happens relatively often when my friend goes out of town, just kind of a "Hey keep me company for a bit" thing. But this dinner feels slightly more intimate than the others for reasons that should be obvious. Our conversation tended to stay around sex, with her explaining that I happen to be a pretty good influence on her sex life with her husband. I asked how, and she went on to say that when I am around and I get flirty, or touchy-feely like I did the one time at the Mexican place, it turns her on to the point that she jumps her husband as soon as they get private time. I actually take a bit of pride in that. Mainly just know that I can turn someone on that much.

Once dinner is over, she asks what we should do next. He wasn't going to be home until late that evening, so we had more time to kill. She suggested a movie, so there we ended up, sitting awkwardly next to each other in the theater. I had already raised the arm rest between us, stating that I wasn't against a cuddle during the movie, but we still didn't make any move toward each other. But my hands were burning. I wanted to touch her again. I would find out later she wanted to touch me again as well. The empathy was almost unbearable in its scope, and eventually I took her hand in mine and started giving her a gentle hand massage just to occupy myself. After a few moments of this, I put her hand down on my leg, letting it rest there and I put mine on hers. We kind of looked at each other, both of us appearing very comical in our 3D glasses, and the game of Chicken was on. Almost immediately she move her hand farther inside my thigh, close to the knee but enough to get the point across. I gripped her thigh tighter in return.

Her arm was draped over mine, so my reach was slightly diminished. I was already halfway up her leg whereas she was closer to the knee. She had a head start this way, so to take things slowly I just started rubbing her thigh gently, scratching with my nails against her tight jeans. When I made a lot of slow and tantalizing movement, I saw her breath get more labored and slightly faster. I knew she was already getting turned on.

As she moved her hand farther up my thigh and deeper inside, I responded by doing much the same, a lot of the time I would grip slightly harder on her inner thigh as I got closer and closer to her most private parts. I was turned on, and it was showing but I don't think she noticed. After all, we were close to each others' forbidden zones, but neither of us had made contact yet. I was so close to her vagina I could feel the heat she was giving off and it was intoxicating. I was maybe an inch away.

I leaned away slightly, pulling my hand up her leg and ran my pinky in the crease between her thigh and pelvis, moving away before I made contact with anything in between and resumed my spot an inch or so away from her moist pussy. She responded, moving another millimeter up my leg, but adjusted her arm and hand slightly. I don't think she realized it, but when she did, I felt her finger make the absolute lightest contact with my right testicle. I wrote it off as a mistake.

In my mind, I was racing through all the possibilities and outcomes, all of the different things I could do to her, all of the vast pleasures I had learned to inflict over the years. I fantasized about taking her when we got back to the truck, both of us climbing into the back seat with its tinted windows and giving in to this madness we had been brewing. I moved my hand another millimeter closer.

She let out a very very quiet little moan, and again my mind was back to the what-if scenarios. I could run my hand over her pussy, feel it through her jeans and press firmly against her clit. I could, but I don't.

It was all a rush of exhilaration. This forbidden thing we were on the verge of doing, and yet both of us holding our ground in this horrible and torturous game of chicken we had started. My jaw was clenched shut. I couldn't go any farther. Something was holding me back. I like to believe it was guilt. I have this problem with conviction. I tend to feel guilty. I blame my morals growing up, the southern gentleman way I was always raised with.

The movie ended, and at the same time, both of us stopped our game and made ready to leave. She needed to visit the restroom, so I waited outside. When we finally exited the place and were walking to the truck, I asked "So how bad was it?", referring the wetness I had worked her into. "I wouldn't necessarily call it bad," she responded, giving me a wry and playful smile. I laughed as we got into the truck.

She had lifted the center console away and bolted into my lips before I had even gotten into the seat fully. I didn't resist. Hell, I started fighting her for domination in the kiss, jockeying for position as I adjusted myself to counter her weight pressing against me. Her hand bolted down to my crotch, where I was already well on my way to another erection and she gently coaxed it into full being. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her higher as I returned the favor and got my other hand against the crotch of her tight jeans. She was so wet I could feel the moisture through the denim. Logic and Reason had come to a boiling point in their war within my subconscious, and logic had just made the final killing blow. I was doing this. Fuck the consequences.

We found ourselves clamoring over the seats after we moved them forward, giving as much space as we could in the back seat before stumbling back. As we did so, both of us were fumbling with our clothing, half tearing, half removing them as carnal instincts began to take full effect. Once we found ourselves in the back seat, I put the center console, a leather box type deal, about a foot and a half wide, back down and forced her onto it, pants off, panties lost somewhere along the way. I lifted her legs high, burying my mouth into her with a fiery vigor I hadn't used since my teens. She tasted fantastic, practically leaking her juices all over my chin and into my beard. I just kept lapping up everything I could, teasing and nibbling, sucking on the clit then flicking my tongue over it quickly and heavily. Her tits were hanging out, the D cup bra also lost in translation somewhere alongside her panties. I hadn't even caught their color or style in the process of removing them.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Gladly," I said before lifting her up, turning her over so her chest was resting on the console. I sat back on the back seat, taking my rod in my hand and guiding it into her waiting hole. She sat down and stayed there for a moment, clenching around me before she came almost instantly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her as far down as I could, shoving myself into her as deep as possible. I felt her cervix pressing against the head of my cock. She seemed to like it, but it may have been the orgasm too.

After letting her get the first rushes of her orgasm, I began using my arms to raise and lower her hips, forcing her to ride the rest of her orgasm out. There were people walking around the parking lot, but we were near the back and she was trying her best the be quiet. Some things you just can't hold back, and there was more than one profane word stated loudly. She started to take over on the riding, slamming herself down onto me over and over and over. I hadn't seen a woman so eager for cock since the beginnings of my previous relationship. She was crazed. I was okay with that.

I can't say how long we went like this before we peeled away from each other and she turned around, mounting me once again, this time pressing her breasts against my face as she rode. I grabbed both of them, just now realizing that it was the first time I had truly paid attention to them since they had been freed of the bra. She had immaculate breasts, still perky and youthful in her mid twenties. I ran my tongue around a nipple, sucking on it while she rode me gracefully and with just enough force to keep getting me closer and closer.

Finally, I leaned her away from me, she reached back to brace herself on the passenger and driver seats as I put one hand on her pelvis and the other on her ribs and started bucking myself into her hard and fast. I could feel it coming, and it was going to be god damn wonderful to let this aching load go. Harder and faster, I plunged again and again until I felt it explode deep inside. God damn it felt like heaven. I saw stars, rainbows, and fucking unicorns, but I didn't stop fucking her. Again and again, I released spurt after spurt until I was dry firing and still I fucked her. The oversensitivity was all but unbearable but I didn't care. I could feel her getting close to a second orgasm and I wanted her to come again.

She obliged a few seconds later, reaching down and violently rubbing her clit as she came all over my dick. As she was cumming, she was letting out these sounds somewhere along the lines of a whining plea for more and a scream of "YES!" I kept fucking, my erection staying solid as a rock. I haven't been this turned on in years and by God I was taking full advantage of it.

She leaned forward, once again our lips found each other, kissing hard and long as both of us twitched. I was still inside of her, slowly growing soft as I felt my cum leaking out around my shaft. I stopped kissing her. We were both sweaty and I leaned my forehead against her shoulder as she ran her fingers through my hair. We were both breathing hard. "Oh fuck...." I said, letting it hang there. My conscience was starting to come back, Reason coming back from the dead with a vengeance and tearing down the fort that Logic had built in its absence.

She seemed to get my drift. "Our secret?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. I was starting to get physically sick at what I had just done.

"Yes," she said, I could hear it starting to effect her words as well. "Our secret. It will never happen again. We just go on with our lives the way we always have, and that's it. This is over."

"I suppose you could say that... I hate it. I hate myself. I hate this. Why are we here? What have we done?" I'm starting to panic. She grabs my head in both hands, looking me dead in the eyes.

"Stop it. This never happened." she says

"No," I say, setting my jaw, "It didn't."

Star Wars girls are the best.