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Glen2712
Sigh, still no news of the campaign promise?
on page 43 of the FHM (can be found as above). Think it will be very soon..
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Glen2712
Here the pics of Lucinda in the latest issue of FHM
My favorite pics now
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Glen2712
Next up, Eve……
hi bro.. dun mind if can repost Eve’s photos? her photos seems taken off server..
Her next move involved a single finger, dancing and flicking around the head of my tortured cock. Her left hand held my shaft tightly around the base, and her right index finger traced tiny, excruciating figures around my dick head. She teased the slit, she danced on the head, and she played with the rim. For a few moments, in a delirium, I wondered if she was writing the alphabets on my cock head, and tried to figure out what secret message she was spelling out.
My pre-cum lubricated the motion of her fingertips, and my eyes rolled back in my head as her dainty fingertip explored every crevasse of my glans. I was in heaven all over again. Just as Mr. Willy was beginning to become inured to this awesome stimulation, she changed tactics again. Her left hand continued to grasp the base of my shaft, but her right hand, again with the fabulous thumb-down configuration, engulfed his head and upper body, and began a twisting motion.
Up and down, and twisting at the same time, her glorious palm and fingers beat out a barber-pole pattern up and down my aching cock. Her palm twisted around Mr. Willy’s body like she was screwing in a light bulb, and at the same time, her hand was riding up and down the length of my straining tool. My hips were gyrating wildly from the pleasure. I tried to keep my eyes concentrated on the action, but they kept zooming in and out of focus. All I could see was her pedicure nails.
After a while of this exquisite torture, she lifted her left hand from the base of my cock, and added it to the motion on Mr. Willy’s body. Now she had both hands wrapped around him, both moving up and down in unison. But, they were rotating in opposite directions! It was the famous double twist. He could no longer knew if it was coming or going, as the intense, inexorable stimulation kept me on edge for moment after moment.
Time ceased to have any meaning at all, as Mr. Willy was completely belonged to this wonderful, manipulating, talented woman and her fabulous fingers. I felt myself once again approaching an inevitable orgasm, and she once again felt it moments after I did. Again, she stopped short, letting me calm down. She wasn’t ready, just yet, to end the process. She watched my chest, waiting for my breathing to normalize. Once she judged that I was ready for more, she started up again.
This time, though, she formed her famous O-rings with both hands. First her right hand, starting at the tip of my straining cock, would slide slowly down, form the tip of my head, over the rim of my glans, and down my shaft. As it approached the midpoint of my shaft, her left hand would repeat the process: starting at the fleshy tip, squeezing past the rim, and on down the engorged body of Mr. Willy. Meanwhile, the right hand had started the process over again. Again and again, one hand after the other hand.
The overall effect was that of an infinite penetration! My cock felt like it was burrowing deeper, deeper, ever deeper, into an infinitely deep, infinitely long, and infinitely pleasurable pussy. My eyes tried to drink in the beauty of this fabulous stroke, but I found that it was all I could do to maintain consciousness, let alone watch and analyze the details of the exquisitely pleasurable manoeuvre.
Finally, sensing another crisis of near ejaculation, she froze her talented hands in place, and let me calm down once again. She held me, my cock and her hands frozen in time, and stared me in the eyes. My eyes told her how much I was enjoying this. I think she understood. At least, her bright red lips formed a sublime smile that told me she did.
After another sip of vodka, she moved down further toward my knees, to better approach my cock from the underside. She wrapped the fist of her left hand, thumb up, around Mr. Willy’s body, and began a very basic, almost primitive cum nomadic style, up and down stroke. But this time round her thumb was pointing straight up, and was applied directly to the frenulum, the ultra-sensitive spot below the head of Mr. WIlly. As she slowly, gently, and exquisitely jacked her soft, beautiful fingers up and down his body, the soft pad of her thumb stroked back and forth on my sensitive frenulum.
After all of the intense, wonderful, complicated abuse of her previously techniques, this final assault were destined to be the end. The more she stroked, the tighter her fist squeezed, and the stronger her strumming on my most sensitive of spots became. My eyes were locked on this horribly, terribly engorged cock, on her cool slender fingers, on her pedicure nails, and, most of all, on her naked silhouette, straddle on the side of my cock, where she and I could both see it with extreme clarity.
Her eyes were as focused on the action as were mine. She stroked, slowly, deliberately, but gradually faster and faster. Pre-cum oozed out of my slit added lubrication to the action. Her fist continued to slip up and down my shaft, and her thumb continued to strum on my sensitive tissues like a mistress virtuoso. All thoughts of changing the rhythm, of short attention spans, were now moot.
The end is near. My breathing became faster and shallower; and her breathing echoed mine. Micro drops of sweat seeped out of my forehead skin; her breasts jiggled in time with her strokes. My buttocks clenched; her jaw was tightly set. Finally, mercifully, I felt myself pass the threshold of inevitability, and knew that I was about to ejaculate. She sensed it as well, and went into the rapid stroke that we both knew would see us through to the end.
I gritted my teeth, and forced my eyes to stay open so that I could watch the fabulous climax. The first spurt of semen erupted out of my yawning cock slit. It went straight up, and hit straight back down, landing right on the head of my cock, just as the second spurt was likewise erupting. The rest came out in a gush, like a volcano spewing hot lava down a mountainside.
My entire cock was soon covered with white frosting, like a glazed donut from that famous Raffles City Place Donut Shop. It ran down Mr. Willy’s body, and down her hand and fingers as well for the duration of this exquisite hand-job. We both watched in fascination as the lava-like flow of semen covered my cock, my, my balls, her hand and pedicure fingers. She still held on tightly, as if she was grasping a branch in a stream, holding on for dear life, waiting for a flood to subside.
Neither of us spoke for long seconds. Finally, I broke the silence, in my typical aftermath of a cum session,
“Wah!” I said. “That was….. Ooooo….!”
She smiled demurely, still grasping my now-softening cock.
“You liked it? Told you already I give good hand-jobs.”
“Definitely, sweetie, yes,” I assured her.
We stared into each others’ eyes for a long moment, me revelling in the physical pleasure, she enjoying the power of having gotten me off so fucking intensely.
Finally, we both stood up, stiffly, and I went to freshen up our drinks. As I turned to her with the vodka split in my hand, she came into my arms. She held me tight, her arms around my waist, and put her head on my shoulder. I held her as best I could, with the vodka bottle in my hand. I patted her back with my free hand. She looked up at me.
“I’m glad you liked that baby,” she said.
“It’s always a nice feeling to please someone, enjoying my hand.” She continued
“Yup,” I agreed. I looked into her eyes. They were needy.
“I’m so horny now….” she said.
“But I don’t want to cheat on my bf. Do you think you could…? "
“What, sweetie?” I asked.
Instead of speaking, she left my embrace and went to her wardrobe. She pulled out a metallic sliver vibrator. It was about 7 inches long, marginally thick, with a bent end @ the tip, looking sort of like a mannequin’s leg with a foot shaped to take a high heeled shoe. It was a G-spot vibrator.
“My Jie Meis gave it to me on mine 21st Birthday, I use this all the time when my bf’s not in the mood but I am. But doing it D.I.Y. is so… something missing….lonely. Can you?”
She looked so forlorn that I couldn’t even dream of saying no. Not that I would have refused anyway. Damn~ I have no qualms about it.
“Can. What do you like me to do, sweetie?”
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TD042
Nice story dude…after seeing this……somewhere is getting hard
May I ask where is getting hard, Bro TD042?
U’re Very Kind, Thank You For Ur Compliments, There’s More To This Excerpt Of A Rendezvous Night!
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Enjoy reading all ur story and FR….well the place where all the blood are rushing in
Glad that you enjoy reading ’em, Lurve ya works to death too.
Then you must be getting Deoxygenated and Oxgenated @ both ends @ da same time?
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=WK=
bro Glen2712… i knew there was a good story here. keep it up ok
Hey it’s Bro =WK=, it’s been awhile since the last time. How have you been? Happy Reading, ya!
She laid down on the bed on her back, in the same spot where I had been so recently for most of this rendezvous, with her legs spread and her knees up, feet flat on the sheets. She looked at me, need in her eyes.
“Fuck me with it. Fuck me like it is your cock. As long as you fuck me with the vibrator, I won’t be cheating. That’s true, isn’t it?”
What the fuck do I know about these fidelity issues? At times like these, I use the time-honoured technique of telling this horny gal whatever she wants to hear.
“Of course, sweetie, of course it isn’t cheating. It’ll just be the vibrator fucking you. I’ll just be helping out.”
She smiled gratefully, damn those cute eyes.
I took my place in the wheeled desk chair, to the side of the bed, and reached between her legs. I turned the vibrator control knob to “low” and placed it on her pussy lips. I moved it slowly up and down her wet slit.
“Mmmmm,” she said.
“That’s nice. Put on here before you put it inside.”
I did as she asked, and moved it up and down her pussy lips, down almost to her anus, then up almost to her clit. Several times, up and down, slowly, slowly. Finally, I allowed the silver metallic foot of the vibrator to touch the hood of her clit. She jumped slightly. I continued up and down, up and down, now grazing her clit on each up-stroke. I moved the switch to “medium.” Her moaning became louder and more insistent.
She moved her left hand down to her groin. She used her first two fingers to spread her pussy lips, allowing me greater access to her inner folds and tissues. Her pussy was beautiful. I could see her fingers and her pedicure nails, still covered with my jism, now dried and hardened. I continued to apply the vibrator to her inner lips, her secret folds, and the hood of her clit.
“Inside!” she cried out.
“Put it inside me!”
I obliged, sliding the foot of the vibrator, hooked upwards, into her sopping wet gash. I wasn’t quite sure of the proper angle, but she was not shy about guiding me.
“Deeper!” she plead impatiently.
“Higher!” or “lower!” Eventually I got it where she wanted it, vibrating strongly against the inside walls of her vagina, her clit, and her G-spot. I turned the switch to “high.” She responded by shuddering and moaning, biting her lips, and thrashing her head from side to side. She was clearly enjoying herself and beginning to lose control.
I kept up my assault with the vibrator for ten minutes or so, and she never indicated that she was getting tired of the stimulation. But she wasn’t approaching an orgasm, either. I figured I needed to up the ante. I pressed down on the handle of the vibrator, forcing the foot-shaped tip of it higher toward her pubic bone and her G-spot. The effect was immediate: she screamed in pleasure!
“Yes, yes, you fucker! Shit! FUCK! Yes!!”
I took this as a good sign, and continued my pressure. Then, figuring more of a good thing is a good thing, I stuck a finger into her puckered brown asshole. This was a bit of a gamble, but it paid off magnificently. She screamed uncontrollably, thrashed her arms and head about in wild circles, and eventually clamped both of her hands over my own hand on the vibrator, jamming it further and deeper into the dark recesses of her pussy.
“AHHHHHH….!!!!!” she moaned, or something to that effect.
I can’t quite reproduce her sounds, but she was in the process of losing all control of herself. After several moments of thrusting the vibrator into her pussy, so hard that I feared she would hurt herself, she finally bucked and convulsed and clenched up into a ball.
“YES!” she cried.
“Yess, AH~ Yess, AH~ Yess!!”
*Moan* *Cry* *Moan* *Moan*
She shuddered so hard that I jumped back a feet or two. She clenched, spasmed, clenched again, then froze for long seconds, and then began to sob, her body wracked with tears and shudders as she clenched into a fetal position.
I looked at her for awhile, not knowing what to do. Finally I reached out a tentative hand and touched her hip.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked.
She didn’t answer at first, but just continued her gentle sobbing. But eventually she unclenched, uncurled, and sat up stiffly on the bed.
“Ok, " she whimpered.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, thank you so much. I needed that. I needed that so very badly.”
She continued to look me in the eye. I knew that look. It’s the look that generally sends me to the exits when I see it in a woman with whom I am having a one-night stand. She was getting needy.
“I want more,” she said.
*Moan*
“I need more. I need your cock in me. And I want it now.”, she plea a la typical taiwanese gal would plea. Damn her voice…. Damn!
She got on all fours on the bed, and reached into the drawer of the desk. Then she turned and looked at me.
“What are you waiting for? Fuck me, please Fuck me!”
I wasted no time getting into position. The time I’d spent fucking her with the vibrator had been plenty long enough for my cock to recover, so I knee-walked up off the bed to her shapely ass and pressed my rigid cock up against her still-swollen pussy lips. She arched her back downwards standing, like a dog stretching, and reached back to help me.
*GRUNT~!!!!!*
Then she leaned up against me, lifted her left knee to place her foot on the seat beside her, and grabbed my straining cock, guiding it into her wet juicy thick pussy. She guided my tool directly to her moist pussy lips, and I felt it slide into that slick, swollen, loving, welcoming portal of love.
I felt my rigid cock piercing into her pussy, spreading her lips, enjoying her warm, damp, tight channel of pleasure. I felt my hips press up against her shapely, womanly buttocks as Mr. Willy disappears momentarily. I buried myself to the hilt in her love canal.
As I reached beneath her torso, to grab her dangling breasts, I noticed that here eyes were fixed upon the photo of her bf on the desk; she was totally in love, and was dedicating this fuck to him. No matter; he may have been the one getting the dedication, but I was the one getting my nuts off.
I pounded into her sopping pussy, over and over, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, enjoying the moist tightness of her snatch, fondling the pendulous masses of her breasts, and feeling the exquisite build-up of sponge in my balls.
We pounded away, for long minutes, my shaft stroking back and forth in her velvety vagina, my slack mouth drooling saliva onto her back and neck, my thighs pressed against the warm back of her legs and buttocks. I felt the skin of my cock, so lovingly sheathed by her smooth wet pussy, so tightly gripped by her loving womanly essence, stimulated in that magical way that we all know so well.
I heard the slapping sound of my balls against her pubic mound, of my thighs against her butt cheeks, and the bouncing of the bed springs. I smelled the musky scent of her pussy, and our mingled sweat, and the faint whiff of the scent of her anus below my face. I saw the rippling muscles of her back and ass, the gyrating motions of her hair as her head thrashed, and the smiling face of Jim in his picture frame. All of my senses were alive, heightened, and enjoying our carnal, needful fuck.
Mr. Willy felt really stiff inside her vessel of pleasure, jutting into her like a bayonet. I wanted to intensify, heightened it up. So we’re still in unison, I hugged her from behind, sweeping her off hands and feet off the floor and got us back to her bed. She was amazed and looked back @ me over her right shoulder.
“Wah… how you do that? I’m like Superman leh…” she said.
“Supergal lah… Superman” i rebutted.
*THRUST* *THRUST* *THRUST*
Gave her 3 deep thrusts in quick succession. Damn that expression, that look on the face; a fusion of unanticipated sudden pain and pleasure displayed.