Movement Mag

"I Believe In 2013"

Posted Friday, September 11, 2009


Will George emailed us recently and we clicked on his Toys site and found these shots of Chris Taloa (also known as Chris Won) messing around in a pool. It got us thinking, what is this man doing now? We asked Will then received the email below. We're going to conduct an interview with Chris (if he writes back) and post it here for you. He also wanted to slap me up one day but we'll tell that story another day.

Heard you were looking for me. This is Chris Taloa. I owe no one money so you can tell that to the government system. I got diagrams for free energy to give if you want. I believe in eating off trees and not from markets. I believe that every man should buy a fishing pole and plant all the seeds from any fruit or food bearing plant that they have. I believe in ufo's and lizard men. I believe in 2013. I believe in perfect surf for everyone and everyone sharing the bombs together in a big group hug with beers in a cooler floating in the channel for those who know how to get along. I believe Im crazier than a loon and Im all good with it. I believe if you want to get ahold of me better, hit me up on facebook.
Bye bye bye bye bye,

Chris Taloa







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Posted by: J
11-Sep-2009 11:48 AM 		absolute mad dog by the sounds of it. he sounds like he is on to it. reptillians are real. it's just hard to get your head over it because you've been taught to think a certain way; act a certain way. more people believing in the good of humanity is what we need. peace & love.
Posted by: jas
14-Sep-2009 03:47 PM 		gay
Posted by: Dan
17-Sep-2009 10:54 AM 		Just cause someone looks at the world differently to the way in which you look at it jas, it doen't necessarily mean they or their world view are gay. It just means you need to read more. Chris Won charges and beat the shit out of Bruce Irons. He is a serious man
Posted by: james
12-Nov-2009 06:17 PM 		Becky and I came into the room expecting to see a party in progress. The music was loud, but there was only Will in the lounge chair guzzling a beer, and Elle sitting at the table with a beer and snack bowl in front of her. I asked Will, "Where are Jeannie and Tom?" Instead of answering, Will just looked over at Elle. Three of us waited for her to say something. She let us wait, and never did give me eye contact as she finally said, "Right after you two left, Jeannie wanted to talk with Tom about tennis at the college level." With that answer, she looked over at a closed bedroom door. I could feel my face turning beet red as I turned to look at the closed door and realized the meaning of what Elle had just said. Tom was Elle's boyfriend, but Jeannie had somehow convinced him to go with her into that bedroom for some erotic activity. And I thought of Jeannie as my almost girlfriend, even though I had no right to those feelings. On top of everything else, I felt competitive with Tom, and hated the idea that the shit-ass was in there with my girl, sort of. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Elle studying my reaction, but as I turned to look at her, she averted her eyes, saying, "I don't want to just leave. I want to be here when he comes out of there." Then I became aware that Becky and Will were watching me too. I came up with my most intelligent response, "Fuck it! Let's party!" That seemed to dissolve the tension in all of us, and I headed to the kitchen for drinks. When I made it back to the living room, Becky was already chatting with the other two 18 year olds as if nothing was going on in the next room. While I handed out bottles of beer, Becky beamed a broad smile at me, and I was able to get my mind away from Jeannie, remembering that I had just spent some quality time with Becky, very high quality time. I was glad to see that Becky obviously enjoyed her experience with me. I was also glad that Will and Elle did not ask questions about our time alone. Becky got Will to dance with her. She smiled at me over Will's shoulder, and motioned toward Elle with her eyes. I obeyed, and Elle agreed to dance with me, but it was hard for me to see how anything could make Elle feel better. However, she seemed to be ignoring what was going on with her boyfriend, and actually talked with me a little, without eye contact of course. We kept the same partners for the next song, which was a medium speed, so we were doing a kind of swing step. I noticed that she was not shy about our bumping together a little bit, and it was kind of fun. With her in that silk dress, I couldn't help but notice that she was braless, and I even arranged a couple of accidental chest bumps. The jiggle of her unsupported bosom felt really nice. About the time I was looking forward to a slow dance, the radio gods provided. She was not shy about letting those braless tits rub against my chest. I started to feel guilty and looked over at Becky, but she smiled approvingly at me. I guess she thought I could pay a little attention to Elle and perk her up. Before those guilt feelings surfaced again, I let my hands drift to her waist and hips. This is one of the most sensual parts of the female body, and she didn't seem to mind my touching her there during the dance. Elle was a tall beautiful girl, with wide hips and a very small waist. With my hands on her silky waist, I could just feel the hint of what resided a little lower. What's wrong with me? This girl is only 18, and she's depressed about the activities of her boyfriend! Just hours ago I was nuts about Jeannie, and within the last hour I had been with Becky and I really liked her. Jeannie had said that I didn't think very well when I had a hard-on, but this was ridiculous. Apparently Elle was a little uncomfortable with the intimacy of the dancing, and asked to sit out the next one. Becky and Will joined us in conversation and snacking, and Becky went to the kitchen for more beverages, "Hey, we're almost out of beer!" Will commented that the earlier accident with the cat and dog had left us a little short, and he volunteered to make another beer run. I coughed up some cash for his trip, and he was headed out the door. The ever alert Becky commented, "Will, wait a minute. You've had more to drink than anybody. Let me drive. I want to use my driver's license anyway, to prove to the store that I'm a woman who can buy alcohol, and not just a little girl." With that comment Becky turned to me with a big knowing grin. Elle followed them to the car, and before Becky got in the driver's seat, Elle said something to her. Becky responded by quickly looking up at me, and slowly making a reply to Elle who was not looking at me. In other words, these two had said something about me, and it was important to them. Becky and Will were gone before it dawned on me that I was virtually alone with the beautiful Elle. She wasn't much of a talker, but we stood there in the house with drinks in hand making light conversation. Every time she moved, I indulged myself with a quick look at the movement of her breasts or her ass under that silk dress. Since she never made eye contact, I could get away with those sneak peaks, and somehow feel innocent about it. Before long, there was a break in the music, and we just stood there waiting for the next song to come on when we heard a male voice from the bedroom, "Unnghhhhh." I knew what that meant, and I was pretty horrified that Tom the shit was on the receiving side of Jeannie's good work. I turned to Elle and tried to joke, "Hey! That's my line!" Even though my comment was kind of funny, neither of us laughed. It obviously shook both of us to hear her boyfriend and my sort-of girlfriend in that bedroom. I noticed that Elle was looking right into my eyes probably for the first time, and somehow we were holding hands. Elle said, "That's it for me. Please come talk with me about tennis at the college level." This request was almost an order. She spun on her heal and headed for the open bedroom. I stood alone and confused in the middle of the living room, before finally wandering into the bedroom after Elle. As I passed through the doorway, the door slammed shut behind me, and I turned to see Elle with her back to the door. She was looking directly into my eyes, and she was poised like a crouching cat. She just stayed motionless against the door, waiting for me. In the few steps it took to reach her, my emotions went from confusion to passion. Without using my hands in any way, I sort of crashed my body full-length into Elle, and the door rattled on its hinges. Elle grabbed my face and pulled my lips to hers in a hungry, hot, wet kiss. I moved my hands to the very trim small of her back and arched her against me while I leaned my body hard against her. There was no shyness or innocence on her part; she was fully engaged with me. I could feel her braless bosom against my chest, and my pelvis was pressed firmly against hers as we undulated against each other. I raised my hands up her sides as she lowered her hands to my back. Without quite touching my butt, she pulled me against her. I caressed her shoulders and moved my hands on up to her neck, placing my fingers in her hair as we started French kissing. With one hand, I explored her collar bone area, and then lowered my hand to the beginning swell of her breast. All of a sudden, it was as if she had gotten a signal to breathe heavy. She broke off the kiss when my hand came near her bosom, and took deep fast breaths, while she lowered her hands to the very top of my butt and pulled herself into me. I did not actually touch her bosom, just the area above and up to her collar bone. We continued this heavy breathing and grinding for a minute, and then we slowed down with our faces close and smiling at each other. She was almost as tall as I was, and I could take in the warmth of her breath. Even at this close distance she was beautiful, with perfect olive colored skin, amber eyes, and perfect facial features. "Welcome to tennis camp," I said. She giggled, "I've been wanting to do that." The whole time she maintained eye contact, which was new for her. We just stood there against the door in a light embrace, and I started, "I don't seem to be bothered by your being a young girl, but I am beginning to think about why we might be in here. I may be taking advantage of the fact that your boyfriend is misbehaving. And I might be conveniently taking advantage of the fact that I am bothered he is misbehaving with the woman I've been courting. Oh yeah, one more thought is creeping into my mind, I think maybe Becky has a crush on me. I'm beginning to regret slowing down to think about all of this." Without showing the least sign of hesitation or remorse, Elle smiled and touched my face saying, "You can feel bad if you want to, but not me. Tom and Jeannie are being jerks, but the good news is that it frees me up to have some innocent fun with you. Becky might have a little crush on you, but I think mostly she's experiencing the same thing I am, the release of some pent up fantasies. Jeannie has been driving Becky and me crazy with detailed descriptions of sexy moments with you. Becky and I have stayed up at night talking about what each of us would do with you if we were in her place." I was hanging on her every word, "That is so hot I have a hard time believing it." "Oh, you can believe it. In fact, sometimes we get ourselves so worked up we masturbate in the dark before we go to sleep." She hesitated a moment, "Do you realize you took my virginity?" "What?" Elle gave me an impish grin, "Well, sort of. Becky doesn't know it but I bought a dildo. The first time I actually inserted it, I was thinking about you instead of Tom." "Wow, Elle! You are really surprising me. I've been thinking of you and Becky as little girls. Becky broke me of that thought process. And I thought you were shy, but now here you are being really open with me, letting me know about things I never dreamed were taking place." "I'm kind of surprising myself by telling you. I think maybe Jeannie has done a good job of promoting you as someone I could tell my darkest thoughts to, without your thinking bad of me, or telling someone else. And I trust that you would not hurt me. Tom is a little macho, and that makes it difficult to trust him." "Does Tom know anything about the dildo?" "Oh no. I couldn't tell him I've played with myself at all, much less with a dildo. Tom and I haven't had sex or anything, but we have played around. We don't say much, and with him, I've just been too scared to speak up." "Well, you're right about me. I think you can tell me anything and I'll just enjoy hearing it. But right now, I really like leaning against you and getting to know you one hell of a lot better." Elle smiled at that. We stayed there leaning against the door, lightly kissing, when Elle said, "I have a trick for you. Relax for a minute." She wrapped her arms around my back and I could feel her grip her hands together. I commented, "Your breasts feel really good up against my chest." She smiled and responded by shaking our upper bodies so that her breasts wiggled against my chest, and it also got me to relax even more. Then, gritting her teeth, she suddenly squeezed hard and lifted up on me. My back cracked in about five places, and the room went white on me! Elle relaxed her grip, and I kind of hanged in her arms recuperating. The back crack did feel good, but it was kind of scary, "I think you may have broken my back. I've lost all feeling below my waist." Elle had a long laugh, "Well then, I guess you can't feel this," and she moved her thigh between my legs up against my groin. Out of reflex, I bounced away from her. Then I raised my arms looking to the ceiling, "It's a miracle! I can feel again!" Elle came into my arms laughing. I reached over toward the wall to turn off the light, and Elle commented, "I'd rather keep the light on." I quickly complied, and I interpreted that Elle probably felt like she could control things from going too far between us if she could keep her bearings in the light. And I was fine with whatever we might do, because this was loads of fun. I backed up with her in my arms until we fell on the bed. Elle got up on her knees in the bed as I laid back and watched her. She grabbed the bottom of her silk dress and lifted it up so that she could lift one knee up and over me to straddle me. In the process, she hesitated slightly with the dress lifted up, and I could see her bare legs, panties, and lower stomach. That one glimpse will stay memorized in my mind for the rest of my life. In the locker room, one of our many terms for a woman's shape is "factory air". It refers to when a woman has her legs together, and she has such good thighs that there is a triangular shaped air gap at the top of the thighs framed by her legs and pussy. Elle had her knees together when she lifted her dress and her olive complexion legs along with her panty covered pussy were a beautiful example of "factory air". In addition to the factory air, Elle had lifted her dress up high enough for me to catch a look at her trim stomach. I had never seen her bare belly before in those tennis outfits. The girl was ripped! The overall sight of that factory air along with light muscle definition in her belly made blood rush to my face. Then she moved. Elle lifted one knee in order to straddle my lap, and in the process her panties stretched tight across her pussy. The panties were white cotton with a flower print, and the material stretched across her crotch in a crease. I could almost see the flat area of her opening. My hands automatically reached around to the back of her thighs to lightly caress them as she sat down facing me on my lap. Elle dropped the hem of her dress as she sat down on me, and I was laid back on the bed. My hands were under her dress, and I caressed the outside of her thighs. Elle seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do. She placed her hands directly on my chest and massaged my pecs. It didn't take me long to figure out that she liked my chest, so I went ahead and pulled my T-shirt off while she sat on me. Her eyes widened and she smiled as she studied my bare chest and stroked me with her hands. Meanwhile, I placed my hands beneath her dress again, and continued to lightly touch the outside of her thighs. After a time, I ran the palms of my hands up the outside of her legs, across the sides of her panties, and up above her hip bones. It was exciting to feel the difference between her wide hips and small waist. Elle was leaning forward slightly, playing with my chest and running her fingers through the hair on my chest, sometimes touching my face. As her upper body moved back and forth, her braless tits swayed slightly. I pulled my hands away from her bare legs, and started touching her on the outside of her dress. Again I felt her firm hips which diminished into her tiny waist, and I moved my hands up the sides of her ribcage. As I neared her breasts, Elle closed her eyes and began to breathe heavy and fast. I was a little concerned about going to this next level of intensity, but she didn't seem to be. I let my hands close over her breasts through the thin silk material of her dress. Elle did not flinch or pull away, but instead leaned more toward me. Her heavy breathing was almost distracting, but her breasts were wonderfully erect and light as I supported them. Elle opened her eyes dreamily, and then resumed stroking my torso as I played with her breasts. Her heavy breathing continued, and she began to move her upper body, enhancing my touching of her bosom. Then, with her eyes closed, Elle ran her hands down my stomach and lightly touched my penis through my shorts. It was like a charge of energy from the touch of her fingers on my groin. She continued to stroke my chest, then stomach, then penis, lingering at the penis to explore the shape and feel. It almost felt like she was touching my bare penis, since the material of the shorts was so thin. I continued to fondle her breasts, as Elle finally opened her eyes to admire the work she was doing at my groin. She looked directly at my penis, and not at me, as she continued to stroke me. Without looking up at me she said, "We have company." I propped myself on my elbows to see what she meant. My penis had outgrown my shorts, and was poking out the top by an inch or two. Elle giggled, but she did not stop touching me. I figured if that didn't shock her, then I might as well give Junior some space. I undid my shorts, and Elle reared up on her knees to allow me room for kicking them off. As I lay back down, Elle sat on my thighs again still in her dress, and took a long hard look at my penis. She said, "It's bigger than Tom's." My face flushed, "Really?" "Well....really I don't know for sure. But I'm going to tell Tom that yours is bigger!" Wow, Tom really messed up when he pissed off this girl! Elle continued her stroking of my torso, and oh yeah, my penis. The difference now was that she never let her eyes stray from looking at my dick. It occurred to me that this might be the reason she wanted the light to stay on, because she certainly liked to watch her work. Since Elle was sitting upright a little more, I could not reach her breasts, so I began to caress her hips through her dress. She had wide hips, but they were not fat. Elle had firm muscle that I could feel moving, but the muscle was soft and easy to massage. She seemed to enjoy the attention, but her main focus was my dick. Elle was using both hands to lift my dick straight up and stroke it. She intended to give me a full hand job. By this time, I knew that I was not her first dick experience; this girl knew what she was doing. Elle knew how to make sure the head got gentle attention with each stroke, and she gave the shaft a firmer touch. I started to neglect her hips as I got a little carried away. Elle noticed and picked up the pace. At one point she reared up and forward to place the head of my dick on her panty covered opening, and I almost lost it. She could tell I was close. So then she backed away, and bent forward to kiss the head of my dick. That was it! My first shot went about three feet high and landed on my stomach. Elle kept caressing my dick as I came, and she expertly scooped up the fluid to rub on my dick and belly as I took a minute to completely unload. As Elle crawled up beside me on the bed, I realized that I was the one doing the heavy breathing. "I'm impressed," I wheezed. "I told you I had played around before with Tom. I've just never actually had sex." Elle had not completely let go of my dick. Even though she had stopped stroking, she kept her hand in place. I was completely nude and she was still in her dress. I rolled toward her and nestled my knee between her legs up against her crotch, and she moved with me as if we had snuggled together like this a hundred times. Her hand moved lightly on my penis as she continued, "I sometimes get him to come three or four times in an evening, so I got some experience at it." Three or four times! And judging from the way her hand was moving, she expected to do that with me! I wasn't sure I had it in me, but I did not want to admit defeat to Tom, the shit. I knew immediately what I had to do. It was time for the secret weapon! "Elle, I'll be right back. I just want to clean up a little bit," and I walked naked into the bathroom. I turned on the water to mask the noise of my retrieving the secret weapon. It was taped way back on the underside of the sink, where I knew no one would find it. I pulled it out and unwrapped it.
Posted by: james
12-Nov-2009 06:18 PM 		The secret weapon was Viagra! My uncle had given my one pill at the beginning of the summer, along with a wink and a little advice. He said that it was good for staying power, which everyone knew, but it was also good for control. He knew that a guy like me might have a little trouble with premature ejaculation, so he gave me this one sample pill to see how I liked it. I thought I would never use it, but tonight I needed the staying power if I was going to keep pace with this girl and her hand jobs. I swallowed the pill, and cleaned up. Then I soaked a couple of washrags in hot water, and squeezed them dry for Elle. When I went back to the bedroom, Elle was standing up facing me. I froze in my tracks to see what she was up to. Looking in my eyes, she reached down to the hem of her dress, and without revealing anything; she slowly reached up to her panties and slid them off her legs. She stood there smiling at me with her panties in one hand. My first thought was how hot that was. My second thought was how curious it was that such a small pair of cute panties could fit around such a large fine ass. I walked over to her and grabbed the panties with my teeth, shaking them and growling like a dog. I kissed her, and then I took her hands and cleaned them with one of the hot washrags. She remarked how good the warm cloth felt, so I continued on up her arms, and she moaned her approval. I pulled her back to the bed with me, and told her to relax on her stomach. As I laid sideways to her, I took the warm washrags, and massaged her neck and upper back as she groaned in pleasure. Then, on my knees, I went down to her perfectly tanned calves, half massaging and half caressing up the back of her legs. As I got to the back of her thighs, she slightly spread her legs, and that's when I groaned. I had one wash cloth in each hand as I went up under her dress to caress the back of her upper thighs, and finally I went on up to her waiting buttocks. In the process, the dress lifted up and I was treated to the sight of Elle's beautiful back side. Her buttocks were shaped like two drops of water. They were large, but firm with soft muscle underneath the skin. Then, I went for the Promised Land. With one of the wash cloths, I slowly moved it down one buttock to between her thighs, and pushed it up against her vagina, which was still hidden from my view. As I had hoped, Elle moaned and moved her bottom against my hand. I just had to get my bare hands on this. Elle stayed on her stomach as I started caressing her buttocks with my bare hands. I went up her back some, but the dress restricted how far I could go, so I raised it up some more, and Elle lifted herself up to help. Now I could see the beautiful shape of a trim woman with a terrific ass. I could see the outline of her ribs, and her waist was very trim. Then her hips flared out in a perfect curve, with her butt naturally high up in the air. I began to do a real massage on her back, starting at her buttocks, and going up her spine. The dress was still in the way, and we hurriedly pulled it over her head and off. I straddled her legs to continue the massage, as I gloried in the thought that now we were both totally naked. I moved the massage down her back again, over her buttocks, and to her thighs and calves. Each time I was near her buttocks, she would raise her ass up slightly and moan. I moved my hands up the inside of her thighs, and again she spread her legs slightly. This time I moved my bare hand up to the point of the "factory air", and pressed my fingers against her moist vagina. Elle really groaned this time, lifting her ass up even higher. I began to stroke her clitoris, and she made sure to give me room to reach it. I wanted better access, so I pushed Elle's hip to turn her on her back. I intended to move my face up toward hers, but she had other thoughts as she grabbed my penis. She wasn't going to let my penis get too close to that vagina. I got a brief look at her abdominal muscles and her high cone-shaped tits before I concentrated on inspecting her vagina, which was now at my face. Although the hair on her head was naturally a very light brown that often passed for blond, her vaginal hair was dark brown. It was not very thick, and she apparently shaved just enough around the edges so that it would not show when wearing tennis panties. I stroked her clitoris for a while, and then decided to find that G-spot. I easily inserted my finger deep in her vagina as she moaned and arched up against me. Then I withdrew it just enough to start looking for the right area, "Tell me when I find your G-spot." "You're close. You're close! Oh, I think that's about right!" I could feel a slight fold of skin just inside her vagina, and I started stroking. Since my face was so close anyway, I decided to work on her clitoris with my tongue at the same time. Elle froze at first tongue contact, then groaned and moved her hips around in approval. Elle had begun to stroke my very hard erection and it felt good, but I was mostly concentrating on her vagina. She groaned, "Oh, your doing a good job on that G-spot." This gave me renewed energy and enthusiasm. As she breathed faster, I increased the pressure and speed of my strokes. The speed got pretty intense for about two minutes when she arched against my face with a loud, "Uuuhhhh!" I could feel her vagina throbbing on its own, and a small amount of warm fluid passed across my fingertips. As Elle's breathing started to return to normal, I kind of wanted to hug and kiss her face to face, but she still had a firm grip on my hard-on. She pushed me onto my back, and straddled my stomach, facing away from me. "Let's do something about this fella," she said as she took command of my penis. "That sounds like a good plan to me." Elle began stroking me, with her crotch near my penis, as I began to knead her butt. As she would stroke me, she would sometimes let the head of my penis touch the hair above her vagina. After a while, she scooted toward my penis, and my dick was constantly touching hair as she stroked, which was very exciting. She turned around and looked at me smiling and flush-faced, "This is fun!" And I agreed with her. Elle scooted toward my penis again, and now she was obviously using the shaft of my dick to stroke her clitoris, while she stroked me. Then she hesitated. I wondered if something was wrong. She lifted up on her knees, and with her back to me, I not only got a good look at her bare "factory air", but also the protruding vaginal hair to add to the view. Elle held my penis straight up, and then lowered herself just so that the tip of my penis was touching the wet entrance of her vagina. My hands automatically went to her waist. The thought occurred to me that this might be how she played with her dildo. She froze her own body, and just moved my penis around her opening, then up against her clitoris. She turned her head around to give me a shy little giggle, then faced forward again. Almost imperceptibly, Elle began moving up and down against the head of my penis, holding it in position with one hand, and stroking a breast with the other. My hands stayed on her waist, and I tried to just move with her even though I was dying to pull her down on my aching dick. Every now and then she would move my penis forward and against her clitoris, and move up and down a little more for better stimulation. At those times, I let myself grip her waist and pull her down, somewhat. Finally she began to keep my penis at her opening, which was very wet by that time. Instead of stroking her breast, she used her free hand to stroke her clitoris. I began to have hope that I might get in there. Elle hesitated again, as if she was thinking, and she pulled upward on my dick, as she sat down a little bit. I gave out a loud groan as the head of my penis found a home! It was just inside her vagina, and she started moving up and down again. I think she was trying to stimulate her G-spot with the head of my penis. My hands began to tremble a little bit as I tugged on her waist, but only slightly. She was in total control as she stopped for a full five seconds thinking, and then sat down a couple of inches. She was no longer stroking her clitoris. She had made the decision to really lose her virginity, and it was only a matter of a few minutes before I would be all the way in. Very carefully, Elle rose up and came back down again to the same place. I began to knead her ass again, spreading her cheeks slightly on the down strokes. She went up and down very slowly, but each down move was a little lower. As she got close to fully sitting down on me, I grabbed her waist again and started to pull slightly as she came down. Eventually, on the down-strokes, I could feel her ass just barely touch against my hips, and finally on one trip down, I was able to fully push up into her as we both groaned in pleasure. Normally, I might be fighting back an orgasm at this point, but between the previous ejaculations and the Viagra, I was simply intent on fucking. Elle began to go up and down at a slow pace. She seemed to like bending forward and seeing my penis going slowly into her pussy. With anticipation building up in me, I sat up slightly whispering in her ear, "Let's do something a little different." Without ever dislodging my penis, I got her to lift up a little bit, and I managed to get behind her doggy style with my hands on her hips. As soon as we were positioned on the bed with her on all fours and me on my knees behind her, I let loose with about five rapid bumps into her, which shook both of us and the bed. Her voice trembled as she let out a long, "ooooo...ooooo...ooooo." I didn't go deep because there seemed to be resistance there, and I didn't want to hurt her, but it was very nice to be in a position where I could be active. Then I slowed the pace back down, making long strokes that would bring my penis almost to her opening, and slowly going back in until I felt resistance. While we did this, my brain cleared enough that I was able to get a good look at Elle from this vantage point. My hands were on her soft but muscular buttocks and hips. Even with her bent over, I could admire that she was so trim that the base of her spine was boney, with glute muscles on either side. She had an hourglass shape even from the back, and as we moved together, I could see the muscles in her back move slightly under her skin. I could also barely see that her tits were bouncing with our movements, and I wanted to get my hands on them, but I just couldn't have everything I wanted at once. Elle started to move with me, and was pushing back against me as we came together each time. I took that to mean that I could push a little further, so I began to clinch my butt and pull on her hips to get a little deeper each time. "Ahhhh!" was Elle's reaction each time. Then when I was going as deep as I could, I began to wiggle my hips and really grind into her with each stroke. She responded with the, "Ahhhh," and a wiggle of her own hips in response. This slow tempo was beginning to build a need in me to speed things up. It was clear that she was now used to some deep thrusting, so on one stroke instead of slow and steady, I popped my hips fast against her buttocks, which made a slapping sound and shook the bed. "Ohhhh," she said. I did a few slow steady strokes then another fast pop against her bottom, and got another, "Ohhhh." It didn't take long before I was at full speed and popping her ass on every stroke, with her saying, "Oh, Oh, Oh". At this pace, I started to wear out a little bit, and I decided to see about working on her clitoris. I bent down so that my upper body rested on her back, and I reached around to massage her clitoris, "Ahhhhh!" I couldn't get as deep like this, but she obviously enjoyed the clitoral stimulation. After a while, she placed one of her hands on her clitoris, replacing mine. I responded by moving both of my hands up to her bouncing breasts. Again she gave me an, "Ahhhh!" Elle seemed to really like this. But, my weight was on her, and she only had one arm for support since her other hand was frantically working her clitoris. We began to slip around on the sheets until she bent forward and lowered her shoulders to the bed for more support. I was still able to massage her tits, and she was really speeding up on her clitoris, when finally she came, "Ahhhh!...Ahhhhh!...Ahhhh!", as she bucked her body back against me and I ground my dick as far into her as I could. We slid down on the bed so that my rock hard dick was still buried in her. We were laying face down as she started to regain her breath. Elle spoke, even though she was still breathing hard, "Would you like to get on top?" Boy would I! Even though I did not like the idea of taking my dick out of its nice warm shelter, I withdrew, and Elle hurriedly flipped over and spread her legs for me. She was a beautiful sight. She had a very slight sheen of perspiration on her perfect skin. Her breathing made her stomach and torso move up and down. Her face was flushed with naturally red lips as she looked down at my dick with anticipation. Her breasts were set high on her chest, shaped like cones with very erect nipples on top. But her waist and hips really got my attention just because her body was so beautiful and her loins were so ready and inviting. I crawled into position and lowered my chest until I could feel her soft tits wiggle against me. I felt my stomach against hers, and then I felt the head of my penis move through the air to immediately contact her wet opening. We both flinched at the intense contact, and then I pushed. This was the third pussy my dick had felt that night, and I was reminded of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, 'And this pussy feels juuuust right!' I slid in her moist channel half way, easily, and yet it was still nice and snug. We both groaned in unison. I pulled back a little, and then I slowly went as deep as I could, pulling on her shoulders and clinching every muscle in my back, butt, and legs in the process. Both of us said, "Ahhhhhhhh!" I knew I would not last long in this position. Elle squirmed beneath me, pulling her knees up along my sides so that her calves caressed me, and hugging me with her hands on my back. I drew back and steadily plunged in again, and then again. I was aware of the feel of her breasts moving against my chest, and I bent down to take one into my mouth while I continued to piston in and out. Elle almost had a pained look on her face saying, "Ohhhhh," arching her back toward me, and pulling my head against her bosom. I began to increase the pace of my movements, and Elle pushed and pulled with me. I French kissed her as I moved my hands down to her buttocks. My balls started to have that feeling, and I had no intention of holding back. My thrusts began to have more force behind them, as I pulled her buttocks apart with each stroke. Then I could feel it coming; I thrusted repeatedly as fast as I could, and then pushed deep and exploded with an, "Unghhhhhh." I was almost frozen in position, but managed small strokes, trying to get as deep as possible. Elle pushed back against me by hugging me with arms and legs. We stayed in this position, and then slowly began to relax. It dawned on me that the weight of my chest on hers might make it hard for her to breathe, so I groggily pulled my arms up to rest my weight on my elbows. When I did, Elle was smiling and looking directly into my eyes saying, "That was a lot better than the dildo!" I burst into a soft laugh, "You're welcome, and thank you too." My penis was getting soft, but it was still in there. Elle said, "Relax for a second." I took my weight off of my elbows, and gently collapsed on her. She gripped her hands behind my back, threw her head back and squeezed hard. My back cracked again in a couple of places, and I was totally spent. After a while, I asked if I could try to give her a back crack. We rolled over, and both of us snickered as my penis slid out. She lay between my legs as I gripped behind her back, waited for her to relax, and gave her an increasingly hard squeeze until her back cracked. We smiled and kissed, and then she suggested we go get something to eat and drink. We each freshened up in the bathroom, dressed, and then hesitated before entering the living room. I gathered her up in my arms, looked into her eyes, and kissed her. "I don't know what to say about our facing the others, but being with you tonight has been wonderful." I was a little worried that might come across as a lame comment, but she seemed to accept it as genuine,which it was.
Posted by: james
12-Nov-2009 06:19 PM 		Chapter 1: Almost Jeannie This story involves sexual play, sex, and drinking by young adults. Although the drinking includes individuals under age 21, this story is recounting a time when 18 year olds could drink legally. * Summers during my college years were the time for tennis camp, and a time when I could be king of my surroundings. I was a pretty good college tennis player, but to stay competitive, I depended on additional coaching during the summers. I had worked out a arrangement with the coach of one of the tennis camps for me to help out with the instruction of the youngsters, in return for his coaching me for the summer. As a result, he got a pretty good tennis player on staff to give credibility to his summer program, and I got to be a hot shot for the summer. Near the end of my last summer there, we had a sexually charged party that I would remember for the rest of my days. Each tennis camp session was two weeks long, and we would get the full range of athletes from about 7 years old to 25. Generally there would be a few athletes who were legally adults. So, it was only a matter of time before I started a somewhat secret tradition of having a small party at the end of a two week camp session for the athletes who were old enough to drink. At this particular summer session there was only one other athlete near my same age, a female named Jeannie. She had been on scholarship to a university, but had graduated the year before, and was just keeping her game up for regional competitions. Jeannie's situation was similar to mine, she helped out with instructing the younger kids, but in her case, she would not stay the whole summer. She had been there for 6 weeks, and was returning home within a few days. This party consisted of Jeannie and me along with four 18 year old kids, two boys and two girls. Of course, I did not know the 18 year olds nearly as well as I knew Jeannie. I had only known them for two weeks, and most of my dealings with them were as an instructor. Back to Jeannie. She had a boyfriend back home, but that didn't keep me from being interested in her. She had a beautiful smile to go along with a great sense of humor. She had relatively short curly blonde hair, and of course she was in great shape and looked it. She had a full figure with large breasts for an athlete, but she had been one of the better female college tennis players in the country. For the last month or so, she was the only girl around who was about my age. I was younger than Jeannie, and I was kind of inexperienced compared to her, but I sure was interested. Even though she made it very clear that she had a boyfriend, I just could not help myself, and I flirted shamelessly with her. For the previous summer, and this summer, she had never been very interested in me. But during this month that it was only the two of us of that same age group, she seemed to notice me and we had just begun to date. Since Jeannie and I were the senior athletes in the camp, and we were dating, the rest of the kids in the camp whispered about us and constantly tried to find out what we were up to. I kept my mouth shut, but Jeannie had a pretty close relationship with the two 18 year old girls, Becky and Elle. So far, Jeannie and I had been relatively innocent with each other sexually, but Jeannie apparently disclosed what little there was to the very interested girls after each date. I think that Becky and Elle were also getting an education about Jeannie's sex life with her boyfriend, which was not as innocent. Of course, it must have made the girls especially interested knowing that Jeannie had a boyfriend, and yet she was also developing a closer relationship with me. For the party, we had access to the house where the "boys" stayed. In other words, there was a house for the girls that Jeannie managed and a house for the boys that I managed. At this particular point in the session, most of the youngest kids had already left for home, with only a few of the younger girls remaining. But the boys' house just had the two 18 year old guys Will and Tom, and me. So it was going to be the four 18 year olds, Jeannie, and me at the boys' house celebrating the end of the tennis session. The four 18 year olds wanted to see a movie first, so they arranged to go to a mid-afternoon feature. I gave them money to pick up plenty of beer for the party. They were delighted to pick up the beer, because all of them had only recently turned "legal". Of course, I liked this schedule because it gave Jeannie and me some alone time first. Will and Tom left the house to pick up Becky and Elle for the movie. And shortly after, Jeannie showed up. Have I mentioned what a real woman she was? It wasn't just her full woman's figure, but her attitude that was so appealing to me. She was not shy or giggly like the virginal girls. She wasn't embarrassed about being sensual, and she liked to give me an occasional sly comment with adult innuendo. Jeannie was confident, and gave me knowing looks as part of her way of relating. I think one reason Jeannie was so secure was that she came from a stable and somewhat wealthy family. And one reason for her confidence around me was probably that she had total control of our relationship. She was the older and more experienced one, and I was perfectly happy to follow her lead. When she walked through the back kitchen door of the old wood house, I just stood with my back against the living room doorway admiring her. The sun was behind her and I could see the outline of her legs through the sun dress she wore. Even as appealing as her figure was, it was her smile that made my heart skip a beat. Jeannie and I had not talked about what we might do before the party, and as she walked toward me I hoped that we would have time for something sensual. Neither of us said a word as she maintained eye contact, walked up until our bodies touched, and gave me a long moist kiss. Her hands were on my shoulders, and my arms circled around her waist. As she leaned into me, my hands caressed the small of her back and her waist. I was beginning to understand that this kiss of greeting had turned into something hotter. I placed the heels of my hands on her hips, and slowly pushed her up against the other side of the doorway. Those hip bones felt terrific against my hands as I nestled the rest of my body against her and lowered my face to the side of her neck. I breathed deep with my lips below her ear, while she lightly touched my chest with both hands, then continued her light touching down my sides to the outside of my hips and upper thighs. I returned my lips to hers, and we lightly touched tongues. Her hands came across the front of my thighs to my newly hard front, and she moved upward with her hands while caressing my penis through the shorts. I responded by reaching as far down as I could, and lifting her dress until I could reach her rear end through her cotton panties. At that point I bent my knees then pressed upward against my shorts and her panties so that the head of my penis was pressing against the opening of her vagina. We stayed like this for a few seconds, and I noticed that her eyes were closed. Jeannie opened her eyes, smiled, and then pulled slightly back from me to say, "Well, hello there!" These were the first words either of us had spoken. All I could think was how nuts I was for this woman. She continued, "I could use a drink after that kiss!" and she slowly turned toward the kitchen as I stepped back. Damn that was hot! Jeannie went to the refrigerator while I realized that I felt a little silly standing there with a hard-on, and I said, "I'll move as soon as I can focus my eyes again." She came to me with two bottles of beer and offered one to me, but not before pressing the cold bottle up against my erection and joking, "Let's see if this will cool you off." It actually felt kind of good. We moved into the living room to talk about the upcoming evening. We didn't have to do very much to prepare for a party, there was a stereo with plenty of music, and the kids were in charge of replenishing the supply of beer. We figured we'd better eat something. Through the time we prepared supper, we were constantly being affectionate with each other; nothing serious, just an occasional short kiss or a pat on the bottom. The fact is, we had never come very close to having sex, even though I was sure interested. I was happy being around her because I felt a little outclassed by her, and because she made things interesting. And, I understood that she was trying to be loyal to her boyfriend, so I couldn't really get upset with her. But we were getting a little more sexual each time we got together, and sometimes it was a little kinky. Once we got hot and heavy in the parking lot of a police station. Another time we got caught partially clothed by the owner of a store in the middle of the night, behind his parking lot under some bushes, and he had even pointed a gun at us. Even though I was an active participant in some of the strange sensual activities, I think she led us into it as a way of distracting us, and especially herself, from getting more sexual. After we had eaten, turned on the music, and had a couple of drinks, we got over on the couch together. Jeannie sat leaning against the beanbag located on one end of the couch, and I sat leaning against her and the back of the couch. We kissed and I caressed her through her summer dress. I lightly touched her bra contained breasts, which were large and set a little wide on her healthy torso. I moved my hands down over her ribcage onto her flat belly and hip bones, and this felt particularly good through the light material of the dress. During this activity, Jeannie just laid back against the beanbag relaxing, with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her face. Then she opened her eyes and leaned into me with her hands on my chest, until I was only leaning against the back of the couch. She slid her hands under my T-shirt and stroked my bare chest and stomach. Meanwhile, I reached my arms around to touch the small of her back, passed over the dimples at the top of her butt, and finally lowered my hands to lightly cup her beautiful round bottom. After some time exploring each other through our clothes, Jeannie leaned back against the beanbag and began to unbutton the front of her sun dress. The buttons went the full length of the dress, but she stopped at the top of her panties, and then undid the front clasp of her bra. With a couple of shoulder shrugs she was laid out on the beanbag completely nude from the waist up, smiling devilishly at me. This was the most nudity I had seen from Jeannie. Even though we had gotten to where we felt comfortable kissing, petting, and groping each other, we had always been reaching under clothing in dark places like a car. But I knew what to do. First I reached back behind my head to grab the top of my T-shirt and pull it off over my head. Then, with my hands on her hip bones, I lightly slid my chest up her torso until I could lightly kiss one nipple and then the other. I continued sliding up so that we could feel the sensation of our bare chests touching, and kissed her with some pressure while I moved my body side to side to enhance the feeling of our skin touching. I pulled my face back and slid my hands up Jeannie's torso to her bare breasts. As I caressed her I admired her face. She was fully flushed, and her lips were a shade of purple I've never seen except on her. She was no longer smiling, but her expression showed that she was enjoying the sensations. She lightly stroked my sides, from my upper torso down to my thighs, and then her hands lightly touched and kneaded my butt. I moved one hand down her side caressing the curve of her waist, hip, and thigh. Then I moved my hips to the side enough to run my fingers across the front of her pelvis. I thought about just stroking around her thighs, but she raised her hips to me, signaling that I should go on. I cupped her mound through her dress and panties, rubbing lightly up and down but pressing enough to feel the indentation of her opening. Jeannie wiggled her hips grinding herself up toward my hand. At the same time she reached over and began running her fingers over my thighs, stomach, and groin. That kind of stopped my breathing for a second, and I slowed down what I was doing with her. She pushed her pelvis up against my hand again, and I focused more on her. I still stroked her breasts with one hand, but then with the other hand I moved my fingers up to the waistband of her panties and lightly felt her stomach as it moved up and down with her heavy breathing. I placed my fingers inside her panties and slowly moved down to the point of touching hair. Just knowing I was this close to her naked vagina was making the blood pound in my head. Meanwhile Jeannie continued to stroke my groin through my shorts, concentrating on the outline of my penis, sometimes using her fingernails against the fabric. I moved my hand down to the opening of her bare vagina, and as my finger brushed across her clitoris she flinched in my arms. I let my middle fingers explore the wetness of her opening, and then I came back to the clitoris. Jeannie reached over and undid the clasp on my shorts, and I helped her pull them down over my aching member. She made sure to look as it came into view, and she smiled, saying, "Ohh, that's nice." Then she said, "Let's do something different today." And I replied, "You know I love it when you say that." "OK, you strip and sit on the other end of the couch facing me. I've never really seen you totally naked so I want to get a good look at you." That sounded good to me. I hopped up, jerked my shorts and underwear off with one motion, swung them over my head and let them fly. Since I was barefooted and I had already ditched the shirt, I was now totally nude and sporting the best erection I possibly could. I hopped on the other end of the couch lifting one knee into position so that I could face Jeannie. She smiled and looked briefly at my penis while she said, "Now touch yourself." I happen to be an expert at touching myself. I began to lightly stroke myself with one hand, and touched the inside of my thigh with the other. I stretched out my foot to touch her, but she said, "No touching each other, yet." Man this was intense. My body was crying out to be up against her, but it was worth it to exercise patience in anticipation of what might happen next. She watched me for about a minute with an amused expression, and then she began to unbutton the rest of her dress. When she had unfastened the last button, she opened the dress up so that it was spread out and she was laying on it. She leaned back into the beanbag, with her legs stretched out toward me, naked except for her panties. I said, "You are absolutely gorgeous", and she was. She just smiled at me while I admired her. She had large breasts, but not oversized, and they had a slight sag that was perfect. She had that tanned athlete's body, with the firm stomach and thighs, and she also had the curves that come with a grown woman. I had never seen her like this before, and I was blown away. Then she lifted her hips up, and placed her thumbs in the band of her panties. I watched hypnotized as she lowered the panties down her legs. My first thought at seeing her naked vagina was, 'Wow, that's a lot of hair.' My next thought was, 'Wow, that's a lot of hair, and I like it!' She set the panties aside and positioned herself against the beanbag with legs extended toward me, and slightly parted. I had stopped stroking myself, having placed all of my energies into inspecting her, and I was especially intent on inspecting her vagina. She gave me a raised-eyebrow look, and I got back to my self touching. Once she had me going again, she began to touch her breasts and her stomach, the whole time watching me stroke myself. Then she lowered one hand to her vagina and began to pass her fingertips across her opening. She inserted a finger in her vagina and then brought the moist finger back up to her waiting clitoris. She used one hand to spread the lips of her vulva, and the middle fingers of her other hand to slowly stroke her clitoris. I was learning something here about how to handle a clitoris the next chance I got. I was leaning forward, and wishing I could participate in the activities on her end of the couch. Jeannie looked into my eyes and asked me if I knew how to find the G-spot. I told her the truth, I did not know but I was sure willing to learn. She placed her middle finger in her vagina about an inch and pressed upward, "It's right here, and it feels like a button just inside the opening of my vagina. Would you like to come over to this end of the couch now?" Does a bear shit in the woods? Of course I didn't say that, I just nodded and got on all fours on the couch to move toward her. She was still in total control of the situation. I had no idea if she would actually have sex with me, but I was going to be happy with whatever happened. She held her arms open to me, and I gently lowered myself onto her. Wow! The feeling of all that skin was fantastic! We lay like that for a few seconds just enjoying the first contact between two naked bodies. I rolled to one side and touched her breasts with one hand, and caressed her thighs and hips with the other, as before. But this time we were both nude and I was so excited I could barely think. It was a little tough to stay straight on the couch but we managed. Her hands went all over my torso, and then she slowly placed both hands on my penis, moving her fingertips upward from my testicles to the tip. With that I let out the statement, "Nnguugh." I managed to move my lower hand to her groin. That hair around her vagina was beautiful. The hair on her head was blond due to the sun and probably a little bottle. This hair was dark brown and somewhat thick, and impressed me as being very natural. She made a slight move with her hips toward me, and I responded by moving the fingertips of my lower hand around the opening of her vagina. Jeannie moaned in anticipation as I began to stroke with my middle fingers all the way from her moist opening to the top of her clitoris. It was hard for me to receive a hand job, and still concentrate on stroking both her breasts and her clitoris. I chose to concentrate on the clitoris stroking with one hand and using the other hand to separate the folds of skin surrounding the clitoris, as I had seen her do. She seemed to enjoy this, but she didn't forget about lightly stroking me. After a while I got curious about that G-spot. I continued to stroke her clitoris with one hand, but I inserted the middle finger of my other hand in her vagina. First I sank my finger as deep as I could to explore her depths, then I withdrew it to a point slightly inside her opening and felt around. I looked up at Jeannie and she had her eyes open watching what I was doing. I said, "Tell me when I find the G-spot." "You're right there, just see if you can feel it." After a few communications back and forth, I was able to detect a small wrinkle in the top of her vagina that she consistently liked. With that, I worked with one hand on the G-spot, and the other on her clitoris. I was dieing to climb on top and place my penis in the middle of all this action. But I knew that our mutual masturbation was probably all that would happen tonight, so I decided to be patient and appreciate whatever happened. At some point, I inserted my second middle finger to help stimulate her G-spot, and Jeannie started bucking her hips up and down. Every now and then I would lean over and take a nipple in my mouth, but I made sure to keep my mind on what was happening at her pussy.
Posted by: james
12-Nov-2009 06:19 PM 		After a while she stopped stroking me, and began pushing her hips up against my hands even more. Finally she moved my hand to the side and started rubbing her clitoris rapidly, while I stroked her G-spot at the same tempo. I kissed one nipple, and massaged her other breast with my free hand. With her eyes shut tight, she started to tense up, she increased her speed, then she arched up and let out a loud, "AHHH!" and then another "AHHH!" She turned her face to me and we began a long passionate kiss. I could feel the inside of her vagina pulsing, and I continued to stimulate the G-spot as long as she was still stroking her clitoris. As she slowed down her movements, I lightened the action on her G-spot, but we kept kissing with passion. She finally opened her eyes and said, "Wow, I should have taught you how to do that sooner. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. It was some sort of combination of a clitoral and G-spot orgasm." I felt a sense of pride as I lay on my side, curved around her nude body, with my boner pressing into the side of her leg. Jeannie, still a little breathless, reached down and placed her hand around my member saying, "This fella deserves to be rewarded." Jeannie was nestled back against the beanbag, with her knees bent and pointed up. She pulled on me to kneel between her thighs, and pulled my penis upward as she sat up slightly. I could see that a blow job was in order, so I started moving my hips in that direction. Suddenly, she arched up with her butt and placed my forward moving penis right on the opening of her vagina. The head of my dick came in shocking contact with her wet pussy! I thought, 'My God! Does this mean what I think it means?' I adjusted my aim and lowered my body to hers. Again the feel of her nude body next to mine was divine, and this time I could feel her pubic hair with my penis. We kissed, and then she adjusted our positioning so that I was supporting myself with my knees and with my hands placed outside of her shoulders. She wrapped her heals behind my butt, and placed her hands on my hip bones. Her body was kind of curved so that her pelvis was protruded up toward me. She almost whispered, "Go ahead, but let's just touch at first." I slid my body down so that the head of my dick was at her vagina. With her legs and her firm grip on my hips, Jeannie was able communicate exactly what she wanted me to do. My penis was at the top of her opening, and I could almost feel her clitoris there. I could also feel the dampness inside her. I moved back and forth, stimulating her clitoris, and sensing her tits rubbing against my chest. I tried to sample the opening itself but I couldn't. My erection was so tight that it had my dick pressed up firmly against my belly, and in this position, I couldn't get it to angle a little lower without using one of my hands. Jeannie giggled a little bit, and took her hand off my hip to help me out. She led my dick right to her moist pussy opening. We both groaned and flinched a little bit. That first contact between genitals was like fireworks going off in my head. Jeannie said, "Ohh, that feels so good. Now move just a little bit, and go slow. Believe me you'll love this." Hell, I was already loving this. First, with the head of my dick comfortably set in her opening, I moved around a little bit, without going in. Then I crept forward just a fraction. There was some resistance here at the entrance, but it felt real good to push against that resistance, and Jeannie was helping me by slightly pulling on me with her legs and her hands. Her lower body was curved toward me and she had a look of extreme passion on her face. Then the resistance slowly gave way, and Jeannie quit pulling while I quit pushing. The head of my dick was in heaven, and it felt so good that I really looked forward to my entire dick being in heaven too. It was incredibly warm and smooth and moist, and the thought occurred to me that Jeannie looked incredibly attractive like this. She pushed slightly on my hips, and I knew to pull back out again. When I pulled back, my dick popped out and up against my stomach again. Jeannie hurriedly grabbed my dick and placed the head at her opening again, then quickly positioned her hands on my hips, and pulled slightly. I pushed and this time there wasn't as much resistance as the head passed through the opening. She pulled on me a little more, and I very slowly sank into her another fraction of an inch. I bent my arms so that my chest would touch hers, and it seemed like electricity was passing between us. I backed out again and popped out, but this time I was able to get back in without hand guidance. Jeannie and I looked down at our genitals as I slowly performed the routine again. I pushed in slowly, going just a little further in, and then pulled all the way out. Each time I pulled out we would both gasp, and then gasp again at the contact of dick to pussy. Even though I was very focused, I began to realize that this was a little difficult to do. I was propped up on a beanbag, my knees had slid back, and my hands had slid kind of wide. I was moving very slow. And then my arms began to tremble. Jeannie giggled and asked if I was OK. "I am absolutely fine." I said. We took this occasion to look down at ourselves. It was intoxicating to see my penis partially buried in her pussy, and she seemed to like it too. Then Jeannie said, "Just go in half way, and you can speed it up a little bit." I pulled all the way out and slid in half way, just like she said. Then I repeated this process four or five times without having to go as slow as before. There wasn't much resistance, she just felt very smooth, warm, and slick, and I knew I would blow as soon as I got all the way in there. I was halfway in when she said, "Hold it there. Now, next time go slow, and go AAALL THE WAAAY IN BIG BOY!" Then she started a low pitched blowing whisper. As I started pulling back, she increased the pitch to a moan. I caught on to what she was up to. She wanted to ramp this moan up to a rebel yell as I buried my dick in her up to the hilt. She wasn't even from a part of the country that did rebel yells, but I was, so I joined in. I placed my face right up to hers, and we looked in each others eyes. "oooo...", I was just starting back in again, and we were getting louder, yelling into each other's faces, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. She was pulling on me with her heals on the back of my legs, and her hands were gripping my butt. "OOOOOOOO..." I was almost halfway... Just then we could hear the kitchen door crash open and Will's voice yelling, "IT'S PARTY TIME!" Jeannie said, "Shit!" and shoved me away. My poor dick was waving around in the cold cruel air. Jeannie scrambled up and pulled her summer dress on, minus underwear. I kicked her bra and panties under the couch. As she fumbled with the buttons, she looked up at me standing there and said in a loud urgent whisper, "Get dressed!" Oh yeah, I was totally naked in the middle of the living room with a half wet boner. From the kitchen came another crashing noise with the sound of a dog and a cat fighting. Someone yelled, "You dropped half of the beer!" And someone else yelled, "Get the dog!" I could see my T-shirt, but I had no idea where my shorts were. I made an escape run for the bedroom door, but I could not push it open. When I turned back around to face Jeannie, she had obviously found my shorts because they were in mid-flight and they hit me right in the face. She kicked my underwear under the couch. I started to pull my shorts up, just as we heard footsteps coming into the room. I was having trouble zipping up over my erection, so I dove face first onto the beanbag while I struggled to continue fastening up. The four 18 year olds rounded the corner and saw me face down on the beanbag, without a shirt, and Jeannie standing right beside me. Jeannie thought quick, "I'm trying to tickle him! Come help me!" As I zipped up over my boner, I thought, "Only half a pussy for me tonight."

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