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Sam's Diary
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Sam's Diary
Sunday Oct 1.
Dear Diary,
Karla called Friday at work and told me to meet her at the bus stop
in the Shopping Mall Saturday at 7pm. I had no idea what she had
planned, but I knew I would enjoy the ride. I've never been with
someone so wonderfully adventurous as Karla. Sometimes I feel as
if I must be dreaming.
Well needless to say, that seed planted in my mind by Karla
sprouted all sorts of fantasies Saturday afternoon as I waited and
watched the hours roll by. None of my fantasies, however, were as
erotic as what was to actually transpire.
As the 7 o'clock hour approached I nervously tried to decide what
to wear. Dressing up too much, I would seem out of place if her
plans included some rowdy dive. My normal attire would seem out of
place in any respectable night spot. I finally decided up some
dress slacks, a nice shirt and a sports coat. As I got in the car
to leave I felt a wild exhilaration of the unknown long absent from
my life.
I pulled into a parking spot not far from the bus stop. The stores
had all closed and the parking lot was empty except for the spots
next to the near by bar. I parked the car so I could watch the
incoming buses. Shortly after seven, a bus pulled up and
passengers departed. As the bus pulled away, I saw Karla standing
on the other side. Though it was really to far to tell at the
distance I thought I saw a huge grin on her face. I got out of the
car to give her a proper greeting. Leaning against the side of my
car, I watched her walk across the parking lot. Her gait was a
little unsteady walking in the high heels that she normally doesn't
wear. Above the red pumps, she wore some white silk stockings and
a knee length winter coat dyed bright purple.
When she arrived at the car, we exchanged a warm hug and a sloppy
wet kiss. Stepping back from the hug, she opened her coat flasher
style. Underneath she had on a pair of white garters belts,
holding up the stocking, and a white bodice with a small red rose
between her exposed nipples. My eyes darted back and forth between
her pubic hair and her nipples stiffed by the cool night air. She
quickly closed the coat and buttoned it up with a giggle. She
stuck out her bent elbow to take my arm and walked me over the bar
on the far side of the parking lot.
When we arrived at the bar, my heart was pounding vigorously, and
I'm sure it was from more than the short walk across the parking
lot. I felt the nervous sweat dripping down from my armpits as we
entered the bar. She found us a table, small and high off the
ground, in the middle of the well lit room. I was hoping my heart
could withstand the strain. I ordered a shot of bourbon, she asked
for a glass of milk. She sat with her legs crossed provocatively
at the knees. She swung her top leg up and down along my leg under
the table. The room seemed hot and I had to unbutton my collar.
Watching me unbutton myself, she wore a look of satisfaction upon
her face.
Our drinks finally arrived. I quickly paid for the drinks and
gulped down my bourbon. She played with the candle on the table
and made obscene gestures with her tongue as she drank from her
glass. She mentioned that she was getting hot under the heavy
winter coat and suggested that we leave. Fearing what she might do
if I declined, I quickly agreed.
We walked back to the car hand and hand. Pausing at the passenger
door, we engaged in some necking before I opened the door for her.
I walked around to the drivers side and we were off for my house.
She decided that she would be a little cooler if she open her coat
as we drove. I fought to keep my eyes on the road as she exposed
her near naked body. As if this were not distraction enough, she
began to play with herself. We playful fought over the light
switch to the cars interior, alternately switching it on and off
for a couple of miles. Nearing my house, see spotted a 7-11 and
instructed me to pull into its parking lot. She popped out the car
buttoning herself. Awkwardly freeing myself of the seat belt, I
followed her bouncy steps into the store. He headed the to
refrigerated section and found what she was looking for. I
sheepishly joined her at the counter to pay for the can of whipped
cream that she wanted. The clerk exchanged some knowing winks as
he took my money.
Back in my car I was hoping we could make it to my house without
any further adventures. I was not to be so lucky. A few blocks
later she suggested that we should get something to drink. As I
pulled into the parking lot outside the liquor store, she fished a
condom out of her purse. Pulling up the parking brake to park the
car, I glanced over to see her put the condom in her mouth as she
filled it full of whipped cream. Spitting it out of her mouth as
she tasted the spermicide, she declare "Well that settles whether
I'll use a condom during oral sex." She attached the whip cream
filled condom to my windshield where it hung shortly before falling
due to its weight. Hoping she would be more well behave in public
I got out of the car and headed into the liquor store. She
followed a few steps behind. As I selected some beer she headed to
the back of the store. After a brief period she joined me at the
counter as I was completing the purchase. Spotting her ear to ear
grin as I startedthe car, I asked where the condom was. She
replied that she left it in the store on the shot glasses. I
reminded myself to never return to that liquor store as I completed
the last leg of the journey home.
Finally in my bedroom, she discarded her coat and collapsed face
down on my bed. I quickly discarded my cloths and grabbing the can
of whipped cream, joined her on the bed. She looked like she could
use a back rub, so after freeing the contraption from her chest,
straddling her back I went to work on the tense muscles of her
neck. It was hard to concentrate on the massage as my erection
rested upon the small of her back. Slowly I worked out the kinks
in her neck, and was rewarded my some luscious murmurs of approval.
I worked my way down her back, and after adjusting my position, my
dick came to lie between the firm cheeks of her ass. As my hand
worked on her back, she occasionally contracted her buttocks to
work wonders on my dick. Sensing that either she was relaxed
enough or that I was tense enough, I reached for the can of whipped
cream.
Spreading her legs slightly, I filled the crack of her ass with
whipped cream. Kneeling between her legs, I grasped one firm cheek
with each hand, and lowered my face. I slowly licked the top of
the whipped cream mound, occasionally allowing my tongue to glance
the hairs of her butt without touching the skin. As I dug deeper
the sugary taste of the whipped cream combined with the musky scent
taste of her butthole to give the most mind boggling taste
sensation. Her moans signaled that I was not alone in my enjoyment
of situation. Slowly the cream was eating away and I was left with
her delectable little rosebud. I switched between broad brush
strokes and gentle flicks of the tongue as her asshole relaxed to
welcome the intruder. Between moans, she gasped, "I love your
tongue in my butthole." Working my tongue deeper and deeper into
her ass I started to smell the inviting wetness between her legs.
As my tongue continued on, she began grinding her cunt into the
mattress. As I came up for air, she turned herself over onto her
back.
I grabbed the can of whipped cream and drew spiral racetracks up
her tits. But before I had a chance to run my tongue up the
course, she grabbed my head, interweaving her hands in my hair and
force my head down between her legs. Her thighs were soaked with
the wetness leaking from her sex. I licked gently at the
intersection of her legs and crotch. The slightly salty taste
which combined her sweat and pussy juice were pure heaven. Before
I had a chance to linger too long, she jerked my head towards her
cunt to let me know where she wanted attention. I moved the tip of
my tongue along the lips of her pussy as if I were licking a
wishbone. I used the delicate underside of my tongue to pay close
attention to her sensitive clit. Despite the close quarters, I was
able to work an arm free and insert a finger into her cunt. As my
finger worked in and out of her slippery tight passage, my tongue
continue its workout on her clitoris. Growing hungry for a more
satisfying taste of her, I replace my finger with my tongue.
Rolling my tongue into a tube, and using the bridge on my nose to
play with her clit, I knew I was doing something right as her
breathing started to quicken. As I picked up the pace, my ears
started to ring as her thighs clamped down on my head. In no
uncertain terms, she force my face further into her crotch, yelling
faster as here arms locked my head in for the duration. I knew she
was screaming loud, because I could hear her despite her fleshy
thighs covering my ears. Shaking, spasmming, and screaming, she
took my head for a ride as she rode my tongue to a outrageous
climax. Finally, after a period of time equalling the length of my
entire life up to this point, she released my head. Looking up I
saw her body continue to twitch and spasm periodically as she lay
back in pleasure unable to control her body.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal and she was able to sit up.
She began searching the side of the bed for my box of condoms. I
lay back on the bed, happy that my hardon was finally about to
receive some attention.
Fighting to control her anxious hands, she tore into the condom's
plastic wrapper, only to have it burst free and fly in to the
carpet. Giving it a try, my trembling hands fared no better, as I
lost another condom onto the floor. On her next try, she succeeded
in capturing one of the slippery beast before it escaped. I
reclined to enjoy the crowning of my prick. Her special delivery
makes the application seem more like an honor than a distraction.
As she rolled the latex down my prick, I closed my eyes to
concentrate on its pecial tightness. She then straddled my hips
in preparation.
Holding my dick with her right hand, she lowered herself far enough
to just barely let the super sensitive head of my dick penetrate
into her muscular grip. Still holding on to my erection with her
hand, she pulls completely off and repeated the penetration,
swallowing my dick a little further each time. I felt as if I was
sliding into a slick moss covered pleasure device. She continued
her repeated penetrations, using her well controlled muscles to
provide subtle counterpoint to the motion. My rasping breath and
clutching hands on her hips signaled the approach of my climax.
Knowing that I had reached the point of no return, she sped up her
pumping and rode my bucking hips for all they were worth. Unable
to control myself, my head jerked from side to side as I breathed
in short irregular gasps. My dick spurted wildly as she responded
with vice like contractions of her own. As I regained my senses I
looked up to see her smiling face bending forward to kiss me.
Removing the spunk filled condom, we cuddled for a while before
getting up to shower off the stick whipped cream residue that caked
our sweat covered bodies.
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