Harangue
Showing posts with label strip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strip. Show all posts
Comando #1
Commando #1
By
mega orgasm for her
Randolph O. Mann
Harangue
Lindsey Leicester knew exactly why this meeting had been arranged, while her mother on the other hand had nary a clue. This whole affair had an impish deja vu feeling of a dreaded trip to Principal’ s Office which had placed Ms. Leicester on edge. As all single working moms know, conferencing with scholastic ‘professionals’ is always knotty. These types of summonses as a rule are meticulous orchestrated toward academia’ s favor and there was every reason to expect that today’s conference is arranged in similar fashion. Anticipating her pool of sympatric colleagues to augment appears a totally wasted effort, as once her divorce decree was made final “Mr. Co-Litigant” has seldom been obliged to show up at work let alone make an appearance on behalf of his daughter. Consequently today’s assbly will have to be addressed with the presently assbled cast of two and like lambs to the slaughter Mrs. Leicester and her daughter marched along the bookish corridor. Both women were primed for the worse and had come very inappropriately attired for a strident melee. Lindsey was wearing a slinky black dress featuring a plunging cowl neckline that nosedives all the way to her midriff eager to accent her influential amenities to a favorable advantage. While Mom arrived outfitted in a flirty yet officious pin-striped periwinkle jacket, matching pencil skirt, a harmonizing blue blouse accented with seamed stockings and complimenting high heeled shoes indicating this curvilinear lady was not a woman to be trifled with and she was abundantly prepared to prove it.
Together, mother and daughter stepped through the lecture hall door and as per formal protocol waited at the back ingress to be recognized. Ever so slowly the mesmeric twosome considered the cavernous atmosphere of the semi-circular Lecture Hall as their vision adjusted to the murkiness of the space. This titanic sanctuary of higher learning offered rotund theater seating for the sunken mahogany balustrade that had been sagaciously endowed with a multi-paned sliding whiteboard appliance, cleverly integrated theatrical lighting applications and also incorporating a high-tech over-head projection option for Power Point presentations, all mingling in design to encourage scrutiny upon any apprentice foolish enough to venture onto this theater of the cultured. The ladies’ calculated panoramic inspection pressed on, taking account of the unique seating arrangement that assimilated a massive writing table complete with an emerald shaded reading lantern tactically sited dead center among the congregational incumbency. This impressive work station was outfitted with a state-of-the-art sound system, Corinthian leather ink-padding, an Alienware Aurora m7700 laptop computer and,,, HIM!
The seated Professor was locally highlighted by the jaded glow cast from the author’s lantern upon his desktop that found this academic dressed in exemplary gloomy shades of fabric. Classically outfitted with jet black, front pleated, imported Boby Jones golfing pants, a long sleeved hand-tailored Ralph Lauren Bistre shirt and an understated amethyst hewed Jerry Garcia silk tie with Windsor style spectacles balanced half the way down the bridge of his nose. He was hot! With a fish or cut bail, no nonsense, graying at the temples, alpha male manner about him that can make women tingle just below their belly buttons. Surrounded by term papers, black-line sketches and Blue Books while referencing information from the LCD screen this multi-tasker of the highest order intentionally let his scheduled callers stew at the edge of his pedagogic realm to cement the picking order for this pre planned conference.
Then without even a word and using only a double twirl of his wrist that set his upwardly pointing index finger circling until a whip like gesture of his dialing-digit steered the two women down the stairs and onto the plinth of his scholastic forum. Descending the theater’s set of precipitous steps in such a vaguely lighted fashion proved a complicated exploit without any safety precautions afforded from banisters. The self-conscious descent by the long-limbed famine brace become disturbingly evident in the professor’s periphery vision and collected the professor’s attention as glimpses of thigh flesh encouraged his methodical inspection. By slowly raising his head from his pressing formalities and staring down his nose the female forms improved their focus once centered within the teacher’s Windsor lens. While he carefully monitored the ladies’ wobly downward journey the instructor’s decolletage assumed an uncomfortable slant necessitating the readjustment of his wire-rimmed spectacles into a more conventional pose that was skillfully accomplished by nudging the bridge-rest of the corrective lens along his refined proboscis.
Stumbling into the brightness of the center stage illumination, both women were forced to squint aloft in the direction of the professor’s lofty arrangement. Shading their eyes and leaning forward did little to alter the glare as their feminine structures received a leisurely scrutiny from above. Uncomfortable silence ruled the moment as both parties struggle to brace the voyeur’ s opportunity. The fidgeting with hems and the tugging at dipping necklines by of the gals demonstrated their awareness of their ineffectual circumstance. The mired seconds reluctantly conceded to potential opportunity as time enjoyed a holiday. Self-consciously the women scrutinized their sparse surroundings as the learned tutor made delicate adjustments to the lighting applications, enhancing the tinge of illumination to accent the attractive suntanned skin tones both ladies were sporting. This suspended occasion gave way to the startling sound of the amplified voice of the officious teacher as he directed his neglectful student to compose a proper introduction.
After hurried formalities were extended, the women were genially offered access to a pair of wooden barstools stationed center stage and the dialogue began. Once the stilted chairs had been provocatively mounted, the Professor sternly lectured both highly seated women concerning the agenda for today’s meeting by explaining that Mrs. Leicester and her daughter had been summoned here today in the interests of full academic disclose. Further, as the custodian of Lindsey’s education at this institution of higher learning it is a teacher’s assigned responsibility to report any improprieties pertaining to this scholastic stewardship. Unfortunately this morning’ s visit had been predicated upon just such a regrettable occasion and could very well negatively affect Lindsey’s academic standing by depriving Lindsey of her endowment. The professor summarily elucidated how his exhaustive assessment of the Leicester household’s financial statement obliging attached to Lindsey’s scholarship application identified how alimony allotments, tenancy codicils and Lindsey’s trust fund distributions are all contingent upon Lindsey’s uninterrupted enrollment and graduation from this university and had provided ample motivation for Mrs. Leicester’s offspring’ s unseemly suggestion of exchanging carnal knowledge involving her instructor in favor of him constructively augmenting Lindsey’s mid-term score, thus removing the threat of her scholarly disentitlement.
The professor reassured a very shocked Mrs. Leicester that in spite of the ample opportunity, lesions in the company of apprentices of imperfect fluency were not his practice. Nor was it his intention to cavalierly rupture the Leicester Family’s delicate fiscal equilibrium without extending an addendum to Lindsey’s very attractive and uniformly inappropriate proposal by upping the ante with a triangular muse concerning a maternal complement that upon capitulation would secure a negotiable midterm mark capable of saving Lindsey’s pedantic entitlement.
The instructor explained how he fully intended to have his way with this desperate single mom and even projected incorporating her enthusiastic initiate to boot. The pair of women had just been schooled by this lecherous teacher in every implication of the word competitively, intellectually, esthetically, monetarily and biologically. The professor’s victory was as devastating, as his terms for their feminine surrender had been scandalous. Raison d'etre for this educator was deemed as warranted under his sblance of following stringent systematic guidelines for his independent scientific research into the various motivational factors prompting contradictory behavior with regard to a woman’s material commitment to their progeny. And as such, Mrs. Leicester had been deliberately manipulated towards this pivotal life altering occasion owing to the incapacity of these two pampered woman to absorb the cost of the 35k tuition that Lindsey’s expulsion would create.
Submitting to the moment, ever so grudgingly Mrs. Leicester’s hand went to work at the top button of her adorable periwinkle jacket and then leisurely progressing lower to the bottom one as the front of her jacket was disengaged unfettering her generous torso upon this scholarly venue. The business coat was only the first garment to depart from the Mother’s frame as piece by reluctant piece her outfit would be transferred into her daughter’s charge and draped upon the mahogany balustrade. Mrs. Leicester’s awkward hip-high tussle eventually gained the release of the protrusion holding the side of her matching periwinkle skirt waistband tightly together at her middle. Next the singing zipper announced her skirt would soon follow the jacket and decorate the mahogany railing by creating an opening just large enough to wiggle those MILF hips all the way through flaunting the lacy trimmings of top of her hoary leggings as the pencil shirt fell onto the floor at her ankles. After stepping out of the fabric tangled around her feet Mrs. Leicester used a coquettishly demure gesture when crouching down with both knees tightly fussed together in her endeavor to collect the soon to be forfeited article of clothing from off the floorboards and placing it into the hands of her waiting offspring. Having only her accenting azure blouse remaining at the post guarding the matron from his depraved scrutiny added to the ignominy of the oral reprimand Lindsey’s professor insisted upon administering. As he served equal portions of scolding towards the two women alternately admonishing them for lack of parental regulation and poor study habits then referencing the absence of maternal character and the junior’s indifference drawing to a close only once Ms. Leicester applied her nible fingers to the task of unfastening the twelve buttons holding the back of her azure blouse together. Button by button the lecture ground to a screeching fault until only silence filled the outsized homily hall as the Mistress gradually revealed herself as dorsally entirely suntanned shoulder to hips. Forfeiting the silk chemise recognized how Mrs. Leicester was in attendance minus upper body tan-lines and all her intimate undergarments as she now wore only a pair of silk stockings and a suspender belt with her an assortment of naked trophies uncovered to him to analysis and doubly laid bare before her daughter’s gaze.
The Professor’s suggestion was wrong upon so many levels and Mrs. Leicester’s mind was spiraling at the unadulterated volume of sins; Public Nudity, Incestuous Contact, Menage-tri, Age Inappropriate, Exhibitionism, Dominatrix and Servitude. The look of total emused resignation that crossed Mrs. Leicester’s face was confirmation of her measured capitulation to his abnormal demands. The shock of discovering herself standing before both, her treasonous daughter and Lindsey’s accommodating tutor, totally exposed head to shoe top in this buff manor, promptly sealed the deal as far as Mrs. Leicester was concerned upon discovering herself as a casualty of familiar duplicity.
From the onset of this scholastic ‘get-together’ Mrs. Leicester was doubling outmanned and now three are about to be joined as one. Without exchanging words the women made ocular conversation as Mom shot a look at Lindsey that could melt lead. Sheepishly Lindsey’s head tilted toward the left and she smiled her hackneyed “oops, I did it again” expression before shrugged her shoulders upward sufficiently enough to allow them to slip through the large cowl collar that was holding up her little black dress allowing it to descend the length Lindsey’s bare naked silhouette falling into a ringed quantity about her ankles divulging how the junior female too, had clandestinely attended today’s affair commando style.
The Panty Boy
That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.
It was a rainy summer, a long time ago, and it was my birthday on that day, so we decided to party in my place, and entertain my buddies, and have a good time. As I was there in my apartment, guests began to arrive, unhurried, though.
Perhaps this would be a good gathering, until last guest arrived. She was my girl friend named Blanca Guerrero, a Spanish, dressed elegantly in black tight pants and a blouse with horizontal stripes on it. She looked stunningly gorgeous like this! I wished I played grab-ass with this girl, clutching and touching -I thought.
mega orgasm guide
We all sat at the table, but I had to stand up to fetch some drinks. On my way back to my chair, I saw my friend Blanca bent over against the table, while I stared at her. I noticed for a split second her red panty, sneaking out of the pants, so I stood up instantaneously to look at her panty better, and consider her. She wore a red panty, kind of synthetic fabric. I finally, sat down again, to join the group.
I became too inquisitive since then, and wished to see Blanca's red panty again, so I never missed a chance to check if the panty still slipped out, gazing at her rear, and buble ass. Also I'd make sure she only was wearing that particular panty, the one she wore on my birthday's party, then realized, with dismay, it was not red, or my view was blocked. I thus was becoming obsessed, thoughtful, and only wished to lay a hand on the panty, to caress and feel it. I couldn't do anything about that, since it was obvious she'd refuse to give it me to keep if I ever dared to inquire.
Months later, I was having fun with friends on the week end, and bought beers. We picked them up at a nearby liquor store and started to drink on the way to our car, except were surprised by the sudden arrival of Blanca Guerrero's elder brother, who approached to us. He reasoned we all would be more comfortable if we went to his place to drink the beers, and gladly accepted. No one would bother us there, because his parents were gone today, as he pointed out. We drank a lot of beers here, and soon some buddies informed they wished to leave. It was at this moment, when my girl friend's brother offered some bedrooms available in case any of us wished to stay overnight.
It turned out to be a good idea, I thought, while imagined me looking for Blanca's red panty in the drawers, make my day. All of my friends refused the offer but me. They were on their way out while I headed for my car to park it in the garage. I was back in the apartment house and my girl friend's brother led the way to the bed room where I'd sleep. I doze until woke up in the darkness; all was silent around me, so I got up and left the bed room to get into the next door room. How convenient! It was Blanca Guerrero's bed room, so I began to search in her dressing table, until I came up to a drawer where she kept her underwear. I poked one hand, grabed a panty and took it out.
I couldn't see what I had in my hands in the dimness, so turned lights on to find out there was a lovely red panty clung to my hand. Bingo!! Most likely these weren't my panties, others would be here as well. I dug in the drawer for more until another pair showed up… black, yellow, and even beige. Convinced I had hit the right ones now, pulled the drawer close, and began an exhaustive search or exam: this turned to be of big style, reinforced at the tummy. Put it in my pocket, and headed for the garage to drive home.
It was almost dawn as I climbed in my bed and fell asleep soundly, with my clothes on. Perhaps I had slept for hours, and began to take off my jacket, and to strip off my clothes. Rolled up the panty around my shaft and began to jerk off vigorously, to cum in no time with a big spurt of cum load into the air. Guerrero's "thongs" are a gift and a tribute of her marvelous ass, the ideal girl to play bouncy-bouncy on me. She finally got married and moved to another city… until on one occasion kissed the panties away and watched how it was taken away by the garbage collector truck blended into my trash.
I never thought I’d have a new panty experience after so many years, as I now live in a village at Yucatan, a Mexican province. I've just turned to 57, married to a 43 yo. woman. But the “problem” here would be my sister in low. She lives with us in our apartment, a petite 27 yo., about 1.58 cms tall, with tits too small but still ok.
Since she's attending college in this city, she has already been two years in our house now. I get along pretty well with my sister in low, and we like to share together, rent movies or DVDs to watch them. We sometimes listen to music, except for the fact she doesn?t drink alcohol, so it's my turn to drink my beers on weekends by myself. We’ve stayed late, a lot of times, chatting or watching TV. I’ve declined to make any advances on her, and would rather consider this chick as my younger sister, a family mber, and I’m just courteous right from the start.
But this polite attitude stopped one day as my wife was assigned a different shift at work; my little sister in low had and examination at college on that day too, so she got up at 9:00 o'clock, took a shower and changed into clean clothes -dressed up. She had a brief breakfast and left for her institute, so I was now home alone.
I suddenly had to get off bed and went to piss, naked -it was summer time and too hot now. No problem to walk around the house naked, as no one would see me like this. It's normal, typical, for any male to have a hard on in the mornings, so I wasn?t surprised by my dick so hard, and got to the bath room, relieved to drain off. But caught sight of a large basket –it’s cover was gone- full of clothes for laundry. Just on the very top of this container, I spotted my sister in low's panties. No doubt she had just taken them off, and had worn them the day before. I had a feeling she tossed her panty at the basket, rolled up, as she took if off, stepped out of her panty, not being careful, in a casual manner. The inner part was folded inside out, half wet. I took them, unrolled, and took to my nostrils -to sniff and suddenly was invaded by that wonderful pussy scent, her marvelous little cunt smell.
My penis, which had been relaxed, slackened, to this moment, sprang up to life while I didn't give up smelling those thongs, so rich and delicious. A female aroma, womanhood odor had saturated her underwear. I was like in heaven, in cloud nine, holding her panty stuck to my nose, smelling the woman perfume. Besides, the underwear was still wet, as if Bertha -that was her name- had just taken them off a minute ago, so I run my tongue along the panty, feeling the flimsy fabric, and suddenly, at last, I could feel the sweet taste of a genuine pussy.
My dick was already too stiff, and obviously I wasn?t able to evade an urge to jerk off. I rolled the white panty around my stiffened rod and began to masturbate with Bertha in my mind, especially her small tits. It didn?t take long to ejaculate, with a big spurt, jet of cum load that landed on her panties, impregnating them with my cum. No way to wash them now, they’d catch me. I came up with an idea: to laundry one portion of clothes, say load it into the washing machine and pretending I didn?t see sneaked in the pack.
I was done with the laundry, took a shower, and got to Bertha’s bedroom to work with all the commotion in the drawers, trying to figure out where possibly she kept her clean panties -underwear, bra, etc. I looked in her closet and came to a drawer full of panties, an assortment, and collection of pieces, small, thongs, some with laces on it, others bigger, but different colors and texture. I spent a lot of time there, sniffing underwear, and again I was turned on by this sight. Only a few strokes on my rod were enough to cum on one of the pieces, spurting gallons of thick cum on one panty, which I washed afterwards. It was returned to its right place.
I’ve made a lot of more things with Bertha’s panties each time I see them in the laundry basket or in the clothes line where she puts them to dry. Looks like if I’m a vicious fetish, always doing this. I sometimes hit other panties, not hers, in the basket, but they won’t make me as hot as my sister in law’s mouth-watering small panties. Just call me “Panty Boy.” I like it. That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.
THE END
Her name was Sarah
Chance meeting with a sexy woman
I live in a small town in the midwest. Life is good here although a little boring at times. I dabled with a few of the online dating sites but had little luck. One afternoon,while checking my e-mail,I realized that I did indeed have a message.
I was simple and short,"We have the same birthday", was all she said.
I responded that I would treat her to lunch if that were true. I did not receive a response for a while. Then there it was.
"Sure!!I would love to eat!!".
She then sent her number and suggested I call later that day. I was excited and could hardly wait. When 4 pm approached I dialed her number,with great anticipation,and waited for her to answer.
"Hello,this is Sarah,what can I do for you?".
I stated that I was the one she had e-mailed and she yelled "Awesome,I did not think you would call".
I told her that I would not miss the chance. We made a little small talk and then she asked me when and where I was going to take her. I mentioned a local eatery and she replied with a giddy joy that was unexpected. That made me smile!! So we said our good byes and I waited for the day to arrive. I managed to avoid work at the shop and cleared my schedule that day. I waited for her but it seemed she did not show. So I sat down at my PC and started searching the web.
How she did it,I don't know,without my knowing,she walked in,sat her coffee down and asked me if I was "Hungry"? I just nodded a yes. She was pretty.Shoulder length brown hair, big brown eyes, about 4ft 7, with a large chest. And much younger than I. I asked her how old she was and she replied
"Today I turn 23!!",she said.
My jaw dropped. I am 41,and felt so lucky,to have her interest.
So I walked over to her,put my arms around her and said, "Happy birthday".
I leaned down and kissed her..She responded with a sigh,grabed my belt and pilled me to my desk.
"If I am going to do something I am going to do it right" she said.
With that she hopped up on the edge of my desk,kicked off her shoes and removed her pants.
She looked at me and said; "Lick me!".
Not a problem,as I was already on my way there. She was trimmed,smelled great and tasted even better. She tensed up as I drove several fingers into her swollen pussy. I licked,sucked and nibled for all I was worth. She started to shake and when she grabed my hair,and began pulling me up. I knew what she wanted so I stood up,grabed her hips and slammed my cock into her. Working at a furious pace,I managed to make her pant,and,as she was working her clit I told her I was "going to blow".
She said "Cum in me, please?".
I asked, "Are you sure?".
"Just do it!!" she demanded.
So after a few more strokes she and I were headed to orgasm. As I came she screamed and told me how great it felt and kept rubing her clit.
She slowly calmed down and stopped and asked, "Was it good for you?"
I said, "Oh yes dear,oh yes,but I am not done yet!!".
With that I flipped her over and plowed into her from behind. My balls were slapping her clit as she searched for something to hold on to. We stared working up a sweat when she began slamming back, meeting each thrust with her own.
She shuddered, and let out a moan that seemed to last forever,as my own climax was building,when she screamed, "Oh my god,fuck me,fuck me!!I'm cumming sooooo hard!!".
I picked up the pace and slammed her as hard as I could.She came,so did I. Wonderful. Wonderful.
As we both lay there on the desk recovering,she kissed me and said," Thanks for the wonderful birthday!".
"Anytime". I said."It was fantastic!! I should be thanking you!!".
Then I asked, "So,I filled you up twice with my cum,do you want me to clean you up before you leave?.
"No", she said,"I want my husband to lick your cum out of my pussy,I am not going to tell him!! My little secret" And with a kiss she was gone......
adultfriendfinder registration tips
Met my wife at nude beach
I know it sounds a little strange, but I met my wife Jill at a nude beach. I was a scholarship jock at a Southern California college and being from the mid-west I wasn’t used to the uninhibited California life style, but I quickly overcame that. My buddies and I would go to a clothing optional beach just north of Malibu just to see some tits and ass. After a while we got bored and decided to check out a nude beach someone had heard about.
adultfriendfinder mauritius membership
It was a warm, sunny Saturday and the beach was crowded. It was a bitch to get to from the parking lot, but we were anxious to see the girls who were walking along with us in the buff when we got to the beach. I guess they were thinking the same thing, because when we finally found an open space on the sand and spread our towels, the girls parked right beside us. It is a really weird sensation to strip naked in the middle of a group of strangers. Fortunately, they were naked, also. My friends and I were not quite twenty and our hormones showed, I mean our hard-ons showed. The girls next to us giggled at our predicament but I was quite proud of what I was showing and let them look. I go just over seven inches long and a smidge under two inches in diameter. I’m cut and the head is very prominent. It was really sticking out there. I’d never seen so many good looking let alone naked women in my life.
Well, to make a long story short, we started a conversation with the girls next to us and Jill and I seemed to click. She was a hard-body natural blond with smallish boobs (33B), but she had a set of fantastic, shapely legs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. Of course, I did check out her slit, which was completely visible under her thin, silky blond pubes. We all splashed around in the water and I was a perfect gentleman in that I didn’t try to feel her up. She commented on this and I had to admit that I liked her and didn’t want to offend her.
We dated for two years and got married after graduation. Jill and I still hit the beach at least one weekend a month and it really turns me on to see guys ogling her body. She seldom keeps her legs together when lying out and her entire pussy is visible. From time to time, guys she knows stop by to say hello and usually park themselves at the end of our blanket. I can see where they are looking and it gets me hard.
We left the beach one day and walked to our Jeep. Jill always covers up in the parking lot and I was surprised that she stripped and dusted the sand off before sliding in. Then I really got a shock when she reached over and pulled out my cock and rolled on top of me. We fucked right there in the parking lot and I don’t know if anyone saw us, and truthfully I didn’t care.
We talked about how we both got excited when guys would see her naked, even though they were also naked. Jill said we should go to a clothing optional beach where all the girls wore bikini bottoms or thongs and most of the guys wore swim suits or shorts to see how we felt if she was the only one totally naked. The next Saturday we did just that. WOW! What a turn on. We both got naked after spreading out our blanket. There was a group of college-aged guys in front of us and they zeroed in on Jill’s pussy. I couldn’t lose my erection, but didn’t want to roll over on my stomach because then I couldn’t see the guys looking at Jill.
We rolled over together for a while then Jill dragged me into the water. She said her pussy was beginning to drip and it was barrassing. We moved into deeper water and she helped me lose my erection. In fact, we took care of each other’s problem.
Going for a walk along the shore was another turn on. My cock was flaccid, but swinging from side to side and Jill’s shoulders were back and her tits were sticking out. And, of course, her slit was in full view. We walked to both ends of the beach area and when we returned to the blanket, the boys were gone. Jill unpacked her lounge chair and took her book to the edge of the water. I couldn’t believe she was actually sitting with her legs parted in full view of everyone walking by. When we finally packed up and left the beach, Jill surprised me again. She didn’t bother to get dressed and walked naked to the Jeep, about a hundred yards along a narrow path. Guys walking toward were getting an eyeful and because we were in an area where you don’t see nakedness, Jill said she felt really sexy.
