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As long as we are sharing... 
Another tale of infidelity...

I was going out with this girl, Brigette, who went to France for a semester. While she was gone, we agreed to date other people. I meant it. She didn't.

Anyway, she was set to come back from France, and I was in the middle of a fling with this crazy blonde, Erin, who loved to drink and fuck in unusual places- waysides, public restrooms, subways...

So, I made arrangements to pick up Brigette from the airport. They knew about each other. Neither was real happy, but this is life. Brigette has a layover for a couple days in Boston before she goes back to her college in Wisconsin.

Erin fucks my brains out just before I leave to pick up Brigette to sort of remind me that she is the one I should be banging. This was about 5:00 PM.

I pick up Brigette, we go back to my house, set her shit down in my bedroom, and, well by 7:30, we are riding each other like we're at the rodeo.

I am laying there, having a post-coital beer and bong hit, and the phone rings at about 8:15. It's Erin, and she has been drinking heavily since we parted ways. She says she "needs to see me", she's borrowing her roommate's car and coming over.

I explain to Brigette that Erin ain't pleased with Brigette staying there and that I need to talk to her. I go outside at about 8:20, and Erin pulls up in her rommate's car. I sit down in the passenger seat. The talking lasts about a minute, and Erin is reaching down my pants. I grimace, as I still have Brigette all over me... Erin was drunk and did not notice. She went right down, and we ended up fucking like circus clowns right there in the car, parked right in front of my house.

About 8:40, I stagger out of the car and back into my house while Erin pulls away. I go upstairs, and flop down on the bed next to Brigette, who is upset with the situation, and feels like she is "losing me."

Sure enough, she feels the best way to "get me back" is top start with oral sex. I worked harder than those dudes at Iwo Jima raising that flag.. but, thank goodness I am such a freakin trooper. I dutifully flipped her over and made her bark like a dog until the proverbial hounds were released.

Anyway, it was nerve wracking as hell at the time, and the last time was pure, herculean effort... but now I have a hell of a story.

(It's all true. I felt really evil after that because no condoms were involved. Juices definitely were flowing all around, in and out of 1210 Algonguin Drive.)

A couple stories about that girl, Erin.... 
-She once gave me head in a bar. (pictures are probably available on the net somewhere.)

-She hopped on my lap and rode me while I drove down the Mass Turnpike. I have had "roadskull" before, but never the full ride like that.

-We once passed out drunk while fucking. Both of us. You gotta laugh when you wake up after that.

-She rode me on the "T", Boston's subway, in a not-entirely-empty-car...

(Why did I get rid of this girl?)

Oddest sexual experience:
At a Grateful Dead concert in the Meadowlands, up against the wall down on the field. Received applause afterwards. I bowed accordingly.

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Well, at least I do have an unusual place that is worth mentioning. -- 
Storage shed of a local mall. I managed a jewelry store, he was the mall maintenance man (this would be the drunk I mentioned earlier). For a while after being thrown out by his significant other he lived in the shed, because he was drinking most of his $500 a week paycheck. So once, for "fun", we did it with him sitting on the seat of the John Deere tractor and me sitting on his lap. It wasn't that great, but worth it just to have this story to tell!!!

I guess he wasn't all that bad - being less-than-massive, he provided a good means of expanding my oral abilities.


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This is a story from my first honeymoon in Jamaica, Hedonism II.

This was where my first wife discovered an exhibitionist side to her nature. On the second day there she noticed a woman sunbathing topless at the pool and said "Now that I know it's ok..." and her hands went underwater and came back with her bikini top. That was just the beginning. She REALLY got into showing off. She stayed topless just about the whole week, and when she did wear something it was ether so short the bottoms of her breasts would show or so sheer that it wasn't even there when wet.

One night after dinner we went for a walk on the beach. We got into one of the hammocks, she was wearing a long dress with nothing underneath. Without any encouragement from me she worked her way down to undo my pants. She was most talented at 'polishing the knob' and practicing the art when some people wandered down the beach toward us. I warned her that someone was coming, but she wouldn't stop. They walked within 10 feet of us and even though it was on the dark side there's no way they couldn't have known what was going on. She only stopped when the second group of people wandered by, but only to mount me in front of them.

My new wife has carried on that tradition very nicely, even brought it to new heights. But since she reads this board I'm thinking I'd better check with her before I go spewing our stories, less I cut off my one and only supply.

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The Floodgates Have Opened... 
All this sex activity talk reminds me of a strange relationship I had with a younger beauty. I was 18 and a camp counselor up in northern Michigan. The camp environment was a playfield for many sexual encounters between the counselors. There was a 15 year old redhead named Gwen who took a liking to me. She was not technically a camper, she was a CIT, counselor in training and coincidentally a cousin of mine, not by blood, but nonetheless related. She had the most smokin' body in the camp, very shapely, huge tits and a nice round ass. I considered her too young to have intercourse with (as she said she was still a virgin), but she indicated she wanted some experience in the hummer department.

Experience she did get! She gave me head on the beach on camp property, the beach at Lake Michigan off camp property, on the outdoor stage under the stars and in a tree fort! Oddly enough I never went down on her, I just remember using my hand, but she definitely got off.

After camp had ended I remember inviting her over to my place, by this time I was interested in "closing the deal", however, she never showed. Maybe she wasn't quite ready for intercourse, or maybe she was just damn sick of giving me blowjobs.

My first Sambuca/Sex experience. During law school, a buddy of mine fixed me up with Jennifer, a short blond with a great body. She turned me on to the sweet benefits of Sambuca, a peppermint tasting liqueur. One crisp Sunday, on a beautiful Fall afternoon we were driving around with a bottle of Sambuca, taking swigs when we somehow arrived at a public park. It was a hilly park with bicyclists. We were making out on a hill, rolling around drunk. Next thing I know, my hand is stripping off her pants and her hands are down mine. Both of our pants are down around our ankles and we're having intercourse. Out of the corner of my eye I'm seeing bikers riding by, less than 20 feet from us. I'm about to shoot my load when I stop...

I remember being concerned about the people biking by us AND the fact that I really didn't think she wanted my load in her, then she'd have to pull up her pants and head back to my car fully loaded. So without her even saying a word, I pulled out with plans of having her finish me off in the car...that never happened, the heat of the moment was gone and I'm left with severe blue balls!

I learned my lesson...Finish while you can!

Memories -- 
I'm sitting here with a big smile remembering my first sexual experience. Here's the Readers Digest version; 13-years-old, bad neighborhood, 14-year-old girl, loading dock, Truth or Dare, Hand job. Ahhhh, the innocents of youth.

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I can't help but remember the time when I was one of 6 people having sex in a 2-door Honda. 2 in the back seat, 2 in the front (seat-passenger side), and Me and Julie in the trunk... CAUTION: Tire irons are NO JOKE.

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My proudest moment, besides My "One Perfect Morning", was the completion of a dual cliamax on the USS Constellation, on the Gun Deck, in the Captian's Quaters on a July 4th weekend. It was VERY powerful. There were cannons fired, bombs bursting in the air, and all through the night I could see the flag waving, as it would appear, just for the 2 of us. That night I felt like a True American...

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I regret not being able to 'complete the task at hand' with Uta, a German exchange student, back during my senior year. We got 'walked-in-on', by her Sponsors/Exchange Parents, and they shipped her off to another state 3 days later. I do hope to see her again some day.

                                *A GIFT*

I am glad to see that the people on this board have come to their senses, to 
see that 'censorship' has NO PLACE here.

In both the spirit of Thanks and Appreciation, I have decided to make my 
first official return post to be one that would surely be appreciated by the 
majority of the posters here. After this post, it is back to normal Knabe 
Essays. I hope you enjoy...

Here is a detailed description of a sexual encounter I had with a virgin, 
back in high school:

"It was my graduation party, and I was more than hammered. I was definatly 
sporting the 'beer goggles', and a young under-class 'woman' was look'en 
gooood. She had long straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and D-cup breasts. She 
was the quiet shy type who did not 'party' much. On a scale of 1-10, I'd 
give her a 6.5, meaning that she wasn't going to set the world on fire, but 
her body was nothing to scoff at, and with a little well-applied make-up and 
clothes she'd be an 8 for sure.

To be honest, I can't even remember talking to her. One minute, I am downing 
jello shots, and the next I am in some kind of broom closet, with her tongue 
down my throat. The night came to an end with my best friend bursting open 
the door, and dragging me off to a bigger party near with even more beer. 
All that we did was kiss and do a lot of heavy petting that night. However, 
she managed to find my phone number and she called me the next morning. I 
finally got home around 2:00 pm the next day and I returned her phone call.

She told me all about how she had had this huge crush on me for the last 3 
years and that it was the alcohol that had given her the courage to make a 
move on me. Then she said that she was leaving for California in 2 days and 
she wanted to see me again. I said, "I'd love to see you again!", and she 
offered up the fact that her mother was going to be gone all day, the 
following morning. I hinted around that 'sex' would be a great good bye 
gift, and it would be something for both of us to remember each other by. 
Then she said the words every man hopes to hear, "I am a virgin, and I want 
you to be my first."

I told her I'd be there as soon as she wanted me to...

The following morning, at 9:00 am sharp I was in the local drug store, 
picking out my condom of choice. THE "Gold Coin Circle Condom", and I 
proudly marched to the front, slapped my money down, and then sprinted to my 
car. I may have hit several people/children on the way to her house, but I 
was going to fast to make tell which. I parked my car in the park behind her 
house, so not to bring any un-needed attention from nosey neighbors.

She left the back door open, and I entered her room to see her in bed with 
white cotton panties, and a white tank top with no bra. Her nipples-pink and 
hard, looked like gum drops behind the candy store window, her long blonde 
hair was spread out across 2 pillows, and with the light hint of perfume 
air, I was numb with excitement. I can't even remember getting undressed! I 
believed the only words that were spoken were, "I am glad you finally got 
here", and I responded, "Me too."

I was always one to move as slowly as possible from 'base to base', choosing 
to let her give me the 'right of way' before I 'took a major lead off base'. 
We began to kiss, and I moved to her neck and then down to her chest (when 
she took off her top and panties). My mouth of full, with JUMBO pencile 
erasers-like nipples. Then she began to pushed my shoulders down, inferring 
that I take a trip to 'the bermuda triangle', which I did so ever so 
willingly (the triangle was as blonde as the hair on her head). She smelled 
and tasted like a spring meadow, and every part of my being throbbed with 
sexual energy. She began to melt, in such a way that I was well aware that 
she was ready for 'all of me'.

I moved back up...as slowly as I could without appearing over anxious. She 
graciously liked my face clean, as I 'covered the stick' with my 'rain 
slicker'. I'd swear I have never been that hard in my life, and with her 
literally dripping all over it was difficult not to 'sink the entire anchor' 
all at once. BUT instead I went as slowly as possible, ONLY inserting the 
'bulb' (remembering every story any virgin ever told me about how asshole 
guys just shoved it in, and didn't care about their feelings). So it was 
just the head, in and out, UNTIL she put her nails into my ass, and gently 
pulled me into her... By the expression(s) on her face, it was not difficult 
read her mind. Pain...pleasure...paaaain...pleasuuuure. Just 3 words, "Oh My 
God!"

I had, had sex before, more than a dozen times, but this time was different. 
This is exactly the kind of sex that every man dreams of! I had to use 'the 
ol'brown shoe' method of 'holding off', but when I stared to feel her clamp 
down and literally pulsate around me, I couldn't help but 'let it go'. I 
have never had such a long sustained peak. It must have lasted 2-3 minutes, 
or at least that is how it seemed. I removed myself from her, and nuzzled 
beside her, holding and kissing her, as she wepted on my shoulder...

Then she raised her head, looked into my eyes, and said with the utmust 
sincerity, "Thank you." Then she started to kiss me again, and climbed on 
top of me. In less than 30 seconds, my 'battery was re-charged', so I 
slipped on a 'french tickler' that I purchased for 75 cents at the local gas 
station, and we were back at it (the 'french tickler had little affect, 
which did NOT make me happy). She managed to 'peak' again, and slithered off 
me in utter exhaustion. She rolled over to her stomach, and pullled me on 
top of her, where we managed to finish her 3rd and my 2nd.

We napped a few minutes. When we awoke she went to the kitchen for a glass 
of water, and I egotistically looked over the bed for her 'broken cherry', 
to see if she really was 'untouched'. Indeed there it was, 4-5 inches 
across, at the point of our first encounter, a 'broken cherry'...

She returned with a glass of ice water, and I asked if I could use her 
shower. She said "Yes", and it was only a matter of minutes before she 
joined me (in a walk-in shower). We caringly washed each other's hair and 
bodies, with kisses spread throughout. Our shower ended with yet another 
encounter (CAUTION: shower floors are very slippery), and for a lack of a 
better term, 'she got her daily supply of proten'.

The entire morning lasted 2 and a half hours. We said our good bye's, and 
promised to see each other again. She was the last woman I had sex with 
before my accident. Maybe that is why I remember it so vividly? I have 
spoken to her several times since then, and both of us have had several 
partners since. Every time I see her she reminds me of how great we were 
together, and that she has never had a lover as caring as I was that 
morning. I have not pursued another encounter with, because I just don't 
want to tarnish that "One Perfect Morning"...

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FAT FUCK 
One summer when I was around 20, I got drunk with a friend of mine who lived across the street. There was this fat chick a couple of years younger than us that lived down the block. The fat girl had made it clear in the past that she was readily available. We were both wasted and horny and promised that if we nailed her we wouldn’t tell anybody. We brought her back to his house and played strip poker with her. Had her top off and saw her 38dd boobs. But I had to stop there. No matter how drunk and horrny I was, I just could do an obese girl. I have been with some a little on the chubby side, but never downright FAT. I was wondering if anyone has taken the plunge?

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