I just watched a video on another site of a guy taking 57 loads to his face....:yikes2:
I read thru the thread about the first time we tasted come. It is a great thread and as I read thru it, I started to think about the orgasms that I remember. The ones that are so hot they stay etched in your mind forever. Fortunately I have quite a few of these thanks to my love of oral sex and a very accommodating wife. I would say one of my favorites combined the 2. My wife and I were in a 69. Paul was behind her, fucking her hard, his cock rock hard and leaking. Her pussy was so pretty as her pink lips clung to his cock as he withdrew, looking as if they were trying to pull it back in. Her mouth was stroking my cock with intense lust. With a hard cock slamming into her and my tongue lashing her clit, she was in a near constant state of orgasm. Her ass twitching, her body writhing, pushing back to meet every thrust of Paul's big dick. I sense Paul's impending orgasm as his body tightens, his balls pull up, his ass clenches and he let's out a relieving moan as his cock twitches and pumps my wife full of his pent up load. He leaves it in her for nearly a full minute. His cock makes a tight seal and there is no hint of his come yet. I spend the minute licking the spot where his cock is entering my wife, and cleaning the juice off his shaft and lightly tickling his ball sack which is hanging right on my face. My favorite position. Paul starts to withdraw his cock so I move my mouth back to her pussy and make a seal against her bald pussy and his cock. My anticipation is driving me fucking crazy as he pulls out so slowly it is barely noticeable. Her ass is still vibrating from the stimulation and she is still stuffing as much of my cock as possible in her mouth. Finally I feel his swollen head reach her opening. As he pulls out, there is a sudden gush of sperm and pussy juice filling my mouth. Not a drop missed. I revel in the taste as I let it slowly seep down my throat. Honestly, I don't remember if I even came. That experience made me feel like I had come. I felt so satisfied. Share if you like.
Hell yes I remember anytime I am with a sexual partner I beg for it I turn into a real slut please just do not stop I want more and more
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Updated Dec 11, 2015 at 5:20 AM by AnnaB
"The medium is the message." -- Marshall McLuhan The message of late seems content being hate. Many understand the canvas and pigments of hate. Fewer grasp the canvas and pigments of love. Where hate excludes, love includes. Hate creates divisions where no divisions exists. All human beings are human beings. We all share universal needs, desires. Where hate follows shortcuts, love goes around to take the longest and most arduous way. Hate tells us the way to equanimity is degradation of us all to the lowest form we can be. Love conversely smiles, reaches out a hand to help one another upward to our fullest potentials. Where hate snares with graphic violence, love invites us in attending to gardening for the community. Hate only tells us that never is enough and all is scarce. Love goes out and finds there is more than enough and scarcity is a blatant lie. Love gives freedom, freely. Why hate? Because it is easy? This is being written in part as personal reflection on an act of war against France. No, I'm not French. I am human though and see acts of war against any humans as tragedy. What bothers me is that media will continually replay graphic depictions of the act/s. Why? Is it not enough to have a reporter say from a desk, "Terrorist have attacked several places in Paris ...". The reporter could convey all the information via simply talking about it in limited detail. I do not need to see mutilated bodies. I do not need to be made to feel as though I'm rapturous. I am a human being, of course, it disturbs me to know other humans are dead needlessly. Yes, I say needless. No apologies here, any religion having a god demanding worship is a crock of smoldering shit. Any religion further demanding death of others not following it, is even worse than a crock of smoldering shit. There is no need of such crocks of smoldering shit. I mean any and all religion, any and all political idea, any and all ideology ... any and all of them. I do not follow fanatics and do not have kind opinion/s of fanatics. They may all line up and kiss my hairy ass and then go fuck off! Does that reveal intolerance, possibly hate on my part? No. Here is why, I have to hope any fanatic may see their actions as being negative and act to correct these actions. It is this hope which binds me from hating the humans that are fanatics. I strongly dislike their actions, sure, think a lot of us do. Fanatics give us black and white. The world has all kinds of various hues of gray. There is entropy and chaos for example. The common expression being, "shit happens". It is our choice how we handle the shit happening. This to me is not as some suggest, a reaction, to me it is our very divine principle of choice and the only act. How do I handle it? Well, I attempt to avoid conflict and drama. If I do not talk about the 'it' of the moment, the 'it' holds no power. If it has no power, I have no need wasting mine on thinking, talking, doing anything regarding 'it'. The 'it' usually goes away, replaced by another 'it'. Still this seems to work out. I get busy doing my own 'it's. I create. I love. I learn. I laugh. Sometimes, I cry. But I do not fall into the void which stares back. That void, is hate. There is too much in the world of hate. I rather light candles of love. Come, help me grow this love so we can all eat, take shelter.
Will be staying at hotel for conference. Busy during days but lots of tim a night for play. Contact if interested
[QUOTE=kinkylittledick;296640]Adult bookstore stories are my favorite. For me the turn on is the taboo. The last time I went to one I told my self I was just going in and hope to see a few guys stroking. I luv looking at dicks especially real dicks. I walked into a big open room with 2 couches and a big screeen tv showing 2 guys sucking. There was a man maybe in his 70's stroking one of the most beautiful cocks I ever saw. I sit next to him drooling, watching. He took my hand and put it around his Hot cock. He kept asking me to just kiss the head. Finialy I gave in. As my lips touched that beautiful cock head my lips instantly opened and I swallowed EVERY inch of his cock. He kept saying how good I was which I knew was true because I LUV sucking cock. My goal is always to feel that HOT, Thick CUM shooting into my mouth. I told my self Id spit it out. It only took a few minutes before his hands were on the back of my head telling me he was going to feed me. YES I SWALLOWED EVERY drop. By the time I was done I had swallowed 3 loads of cum and my 1st load of more warm juice. I felt like such a nasty whore and for months I was terrified I had got some terrible std. Lucky for me I didnt and I never went back because I know I can't say no. One time I wish I could do that again until I get my fill which would be at least 5o hot thick loads in both holes[/QUOTE]
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