Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The white husband

Entries I have posted on here thus far have focused on the black lover and the white woman in interracial relationships. Although they are key, I don’t want to overlook the white husband (or white boyfriend if the two are not married).

These pictures provided by AJ reminded me of that fact. I especially like the one to the right.

As you see, the black lover’s cock is buried deep in the blonde wife’s pussy. I like the expression on her face. He obviously is filling her as her white man never did. Meanwhile, her husband holds her face and looks lovingly at her.

Most white husbands enjoy seeing their wives fucked by black men. They see the woman achieving sexual pleasure the white man’s dick could never provide.

Frankly, the white guys get off watching. Notice in the picture to the right how the husband strokes his dick while a strong black man fucks the wife’s pussy. White husbands usually come while watching their wives being fucked. Even if they are restrained so they can’t touch their dicks, the small white shaft will eventually dribble its watery cum from arousal.

This last picture shows another happy hubby in the background. Notice the smile on his face as a strong black man fucks his wife doggy style. Her face shows how intensely she feels the BBC action inside her. If I’m not mistaken, hubby’s right hand is keeping his own dick happy.

In many cases, another pleasure for the white husband is cleaning the black man’s thick cum from his wife’s pussy. Many hubbies become quite adept at licking their wives’ cunts clean.

Thanks again to A.J. for these photographs.

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

Saturday, March 13, 2010

How to find free Amateur online

How to find Amateur using online

Well, for a lot of college kids, okay… who am I kidding, you guys out there, hiding in dark corners and staring at the LCD screen, here is the super search you can run on google — find your own FREE porn. Yes that’s right fellas, absolutely FREE Porn.

How do I do this?

1. Go to Google by clicking here

2. In the google search bar, copy and paste the line below

divx) “porn”

Feel free to replace the “porn” with “sex” or “Paris Hilton” :) or whatever and download your favorite ‘artists’ performing

Well, you got your Amateur. How about some free music now. Check out how you can download free music and Mp3’s on the internet using Google.

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

she

I can’t talk about her – because she knows this is here now.  I want to talk about her, but I won’t. But I want to do it.

I’ve been MIA for a very valid reason:  I didn’t want to blog.  I realized I’m a bit tired of beating myself up for having a vagina.  I like my vagina and it does a good job at being wet when I want it to be wet and getting the fuck out of the way when I need to be a colossal bitch.  It’s a well behaved and good looking vagina – I’m not trading it in for another model anytime soon. I’m also not going to guilt trip myself anymore for wanting things inside it.

So I met… God he’s so sexy.  I mean she is sexy, but she doesn’t have a penis – so flirtation and hopefully great friendship, there you are.  But he… he has a penis cock.  It’s long enough that it frightened me, and thick enough that it disappointed me when I figured out my regular size condoms wouldn’t fit him, so that meant we couldn’t have sex.

(._.)

I’ve realized that I could construe my behaviour with him as being thirsty if i wanted to – but I don’t want to think of it as anything other than normal.  I’m a normal bird with a normal desire for things to be shoved in my pussy – and he is more than happy to oblige.  He likes it rough like I do – and he’s got just a slight bit of a violent edge to the way he gets me wet and ready to fuck him. Twice we’ve tried to fuck, but the first time we didn’t have any condoms and this last time, mine wouldn’t fit him.

I want that cock.  I really do.

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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Pussy 3/9/10

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Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Afternooners Second Story

The bed was crowded. Sexy Sally and Barbie were playing with the Island Man and Big Daniel, so Pierced Dude and I were forced to move. The hotel arm-chair and ottoman were unoccupied. In hind sight, we should have put a towel under PD’s body to protect the chair from the impending wetness. PD stretched out lengthwise across the ottoman and laid his head in the seat of the chair. His arms beckoned to me, I was not sure what position to take. “Rest your knees on the arms of the chair so I can see that wide open pussy.” I thanked god for cushioned arm rests and dutifully took my place. Still wearing the pink outfit Barbie had bequeathed me (See blog entry Older Crowd Sex Fest), I sat perched ready to receive my licking. PD’s tongue was pierced and he knew exactly what to do with it. He energetically licked and sucked, bringing me to orgasm within a minute or so. “That’s one” he growled, “ready for more?” Stupid Question! I am a pig at heart and this is all about me, of course I want more. My legs were shaking but I managed to continue to balance above him. He changed his speed, slowly inserting his tongue into my vaginal hole, then making long licks up to the clit and top of the hood. My lips swelled and I felt as if all the blood in my body were rushing down to help puff up my pussy. He lapped me as if he were a thirsty dog and I was the bowl of cool water. I could hear his tongue pull the saliva from his mouth and suck in the liquid of my coochie, I could hear the wetness dripping down my vagina onto his face. There were moans in the room coming from the bed, and I have vague memories of people walking by and playfully slapping my ass but these were really just buzzing sounds, background noise. I had no idea whose hand was on my butt nor did I care. My world was in this chair, right there, right then and completely controlled by this man delighting my pussy. Who the hell named this joyful act ORAL? That sounds so bad, so clinical, so boring! Oral? It should be called something with more oomph, more anomonopea…. like luscious licking lewdness, or OHHHHH Sex, or MMMMMMMMM. Do you give MMMMMM? Why yes.. I am good at giving MMMMMMMM.

Sorry, got a little off track there…. back to the chair. After about five more minutes, I came again. I threw back my head and softly screamed, “GOD that is so good!” I had to “softly” scream since we were in two attached hotel rooms and the staff downstairs had no clue what kind of swingers party was going on. Patti was being very boisterous thus we were all worried about the volume. I did not want to get kicked out of the hotel. I thought he would stop after two, but he continued. I must send a note to the military and thank them for teaching this man endurance and to always finish a job better than expectations. Okay.. I am not implying that ONLY military men give good luscious licking lewdness, just that the soldier part couldn’t have hurt. I have no idea how much longer my ass was up in the air on that chair. I lost all sense of time. All that mattered was his licks and sucks. I was so sensitive it was like receiving a small electric charge every time his tongue made contact with my clit. It almost hurt, but not quite, and when the faux pain sensation went away I was left with this warmth, a deep comforting warmth. I have trained myself to welcome this sensation. I remember many years ago, when my husband first took a vibrator egg to my pussy and held it there against my tepid protests I reached this threshold and went past the pain to feel the burst of the orgasm. The heat gushes through your body, starting with your clit and pulsating outward to the tips of your toes and the top of your head. The electric sensation I was feeling had promises of what was to come, and my mind has learned to embrace it as good. Once you get to that place, it is much easier to get there again. I am not afraid of the pain. This time, since I had already cum twice, I knew that the build up would take longer, but the longer the build up, typically the longer the orgasm and this promised to have a good payoff! PD did not disappoint. When I came for the third time I soaked his face and the chair. My legs were shaking so much that there was an imminent threat of collapse forcing him to slide out quickly from the chair. I was reminded of a mechanic on one of those wheely slide boards pushing out from underneath a vehicle quickly before the jacks collapsed the car on him. He was laughing… only three?

The bed was finally open since Barbie and Sally had called time out and were on a break in the other room. I wanted to feel that pierced cock in me, so I pushed Pierced Dude down on the bed. By this time there were wet spots everywhere, but we didn’t care. He lay there, compliant, and I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it, feeling it grow stiff. I quickly straddled him and guided his cock in… Oh shit.. what if the pierced ring grabs my IUD string and pulls it out?! How will I explain that one to my OBGYN? He knows my husband and he knows he is not pierced. Too late, its in there and it feels GOOOOOD. The ring hit the back of my pussy just right and the bar rubbed over my extended clit inside. I pumped up and down, up and down, savoring the sensation of something new. I came again and PD stopped me from riding him more. “I want to share with the others here.” His cock was worth sharing with others, and I may be a pig, but I know that hogs get slaughtered, so I abided by his wishes and left him for another. I have wondered if eventually I will become bored with the lifestyle and things will become repetitive and boring? People like PD prove to me that the swinging lifestyle is not a circular track, but a long windy road with lots of turns and experiences awaiting around every corner. Gosh I am glad I am on this road, and thankful my husband is there with me.

I am not done telling the story of this party, just weary of writing for now. So I will save the rest of the party for another blog entry…… I really need to come up with some sort of tag line that lets you know there is more to come…

Any suggestions? For now.. I will use the simple… STAY TUNED UNTIL NEXT TIME

p.s. I think that was at least 500 calories burned with that session alone

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Saturday, March 6, 2010

An Indian Woman in Pantyhose pics

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