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It was my first time
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It was my first time Bright and early at nine-thirty, Donna stirred, and got out of bed to go potty and take a shower. I looked over to the clock, nine-thirty. I turned over, and as I pulled the blankets over my head, I yelled to Donna,"wake me when you're done in there." I tried to go back to sleep, but just lay there under the covers. I didn't have a hang-over, I'm smart. As long as I don't mix my alcohol, you know, beer with wine, or wine and hard stuff. The only time I get any kind of hang-over at all, is when I have too many Jeager bombs, or something simular. Jeager bombs, for those of you who may not know, are a shoot of a liqueur called Jagermiester, shoot down and chased with half a beer. Most guys hate me 'cause that's the only time I get a hang-over. Donna took about half an hour in the bathroom, then it was my turn. Donna called the guys as I entered the bathroom and told them we were up, and we'd pick them up in about an hour. We finished getting ready, and headed off to meet the boys. Stopping at a little MoM&PoP diner, we had some brunch. The guys ordered coffee and toast, we looked at each other and snickered. Donna didn't have a hang-over either. The boys on the other hand, apparently did. So we made sure to torment them, by telling them how tasty each thing we ate was. We thought it was funny. After we finished eating, we took off toward Mystery Hill. The weather was not very conducive for a hike and to site see the monument. It was chilly, breezy, and cloudy. It looked like it would start raining without much coaxing. We pulled up to the entrance, it was open to the public. We parked, and had to walk about a hundred fifty feet to the gift shop, entrance building. The site was fenced in, and the only way to enter the Hill was through the entrance. It wasn't free, but it only cost five dollars each. For the attendants, one o'clock was already late in the day, and because of the dank weather, we were the first ones to visiting. I was in a hurry to get up the hill, so I dragged Kenny toward the enter door and said we'd check out the shop later. On the way up the hill, I asked everybody to keep quiet, so I could center my energy, and open myself to whatever spirits, or energy might be here. All three of them knew me well, about my beliefs, and physical difference. It felt comforting to not have to hide anything from my friends. Since they knew all my secrets. As we got up to the top I stopped and just stood there taking in the feelings from the surroundings. I took Kenny's hand and began leading him behind me, and asked Donna and Dave if they wanted to stay with us or go off on their own. They decided to take off on their own way. Kenny and I headed forward toward a tunnel, not far in front of us. As the minutes passed I had many different feelings from all over the place. After about a half an hour, as we made our way to the center of the circle, I began to experience a feeling of power, like I was in charge or something. Not only that, but the closer we got to the alter in the middle, the hornier I was getting. I wasn't about to stop, not now. We exited The tunnel, that was only about four feet high. We had to stoop over to walk along it. Unexpectedly, there, right in front of us, was the stone alter, the center of the circle. I let go of Kenny's hand and hurried to the center piece. I rubbed my hands over it, brushing the leaves and twigs, and some dirt, from the top of it. I ran my fingers around the edges, of the top. There was a groove going all the way around the three ton stone, the little groove was cut so as to let the blood of the sacrifice drain off the side of the alter, into a pitcher for the priest to drink, or use to dab onto the foreheads of the congregation. I was so horny I couldn't contain myself. I grabbed Kenny's hand, and asked him, if he trusted me. Of course, he said ,yes. "Then, come here," I requested of him, as I led him to the stone. I told him to lay down on the alter, so I could get his picture. Once he laid down I told him to close his eyes. He did as I asked, and after I put his arms down at his sides, I began undoing his belt and pants. He opened his eyes, and looked around, waiting to see some other tourists. I looked around too, "nope, nobody else, not even Dave and Donna." He closed his eyes again, and soon I had his pants open and was playing with his, soon to be hard cock. It wasn't long before my fingers weren't the only things around his cock. I dove my mouth down over his hard cock, and deep throat-ed him right away. I couldn't help myself, whatever energy was here, was making me very ,very, horny. I frantically bobbed my head up and down his love log(lol). I was sucking harder and faster with every mouth full. Then I just couldn't stop myself. I began doing him with no hands. My hands were busy, undoing my jeans. Soon, my pants were down at my ankles with one leg out, and free to move. It was as though I were possessed. I climbed on top of him, pulled my panties to the side, grabbed his dick, and aimed it into my hot wet pussy. I remember, it felt so nasty and forbidden, I thought. It's not my pussy, it's my cunt. I usually hate using that term, but for some reason I can't explain, It just felt right to call it that, at the time. I looked at Kenny, who was in a state of shock, and told him to "pierce me", I don't know why I said that, but I did. With those words I pushed myself down over his strong cock. I didn't even care about protection. I needed him inside me. I began riding him like a wild . I bounced harder and faster, each time I slammed down. He was about seven and a half inches, but really thick. It felt incredible, until I lost my memory. Somehow I lost track of time. I remember humping him and then, suddenly collapsing in wave after wave of orgasm. He told me later, while we were still alone, that I had gotten this strange, wild look on my face, leaned down with my hands on his shoulders and started to speak in a language he'd never heard. I kept repeating the same phrase over and over as I kept fucking him. I got wilder and wilder, as he grabed me by my waist, just to keep me from falling off. When I came, so did he, but I missed it. I didn't miss seeing the deep nail marks in his shoulders, and apologized for any damage I did. He smiled and looked around, and we were still alone. I climbed off him, and the alter, pulled a kleenex out of my pocket, stuffed it up into my pussy to catch the drippings, and pulled my jeans back on. Kenny didn't move for what seemed like five minutes. I'm sure it was not that long, it just seemed like it to me. He hopped off the alter, and had just finished hooking his belt, when Donna and Dave came around the bend of one of the walkways. I smiled, Ken smiled, They smiled back, and Donna asked if we were done experiencing Mystery Hill yet? Ken and I looked at each other, he took my hand, and we said, "yes", simultaneously. The four of us walked back to the gift shop and bought lots of souvenirs. Nobody had left the shop to check on us, I'm so glad. As we walked back toward our car, Kenny handed me a book he'd bought for me, it was titled The Spiritual Influences Of Mystery Hill. He'd signed it, YOUR SACRIFICE, Kenny. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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7/26/2011 9:55 pm |
Good ,like the reality of how women do stuff a kleenex there at times and yes, cunt is just another word to decribe a vagina just as many words to a penis.
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7/21/2011 1:48 pm |
great stuff
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Well now, such a adventurous evening. I have experienced such wonders as well, but they were created by they lit candles of my own alter. I stoop into darkly shining places and delve deep into its mysteries. Penetration through supernatural energies conjured forth by mine own hands and actions. To feel loins burning with desires summoned by energies not your own to ride the dark ether of night and to give in to sexual evocation. Leaving behind thine corporal self to a world of rythmic lights that pulsate brighter as orgasm builds only to explode back into reality, or was it all reality you think. You are truly blessed, I could only imagine the energies that we may conjure with in a circle. Stars upon Stars..
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The way you write that makes me want to be your next sacrifice...
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7/14/2011 4:00 pm |
Man I wish you could do that to me.
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Great story! Lucky Kenny
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