–

If your partner doesn’t seem to have a very firm erection, try
using a cinnamon-based ointment which you can find at your local
sex novelty store or acquire through a mail catalog. The slight
burning sensation often causes the penis to become rock-hard.
Adding a little dab to the testicles also helps. If you really
want to do a number on him, slip a dollop of Ben-Gay on his balls
and watch him go through the roof.

One of the secrets of great manual sex is varying your hand
motions. Here are a few indispensable techniques:

SWITCH HITTER
Use both hands, alternating back and forth in a pattern you
develop to offer him the most arousal. He will notice the dif-
ference. Don’t get into a routine where the strokes are dull,
and noncommittal. Give it to him good. Get him to the point
where he’s singing out, “I second that hand motion!”

DOUBLE WHAMMY
How about going double or nothing! Bring both well-lubricated
hands down on his shaft. Some cocks are so big they require both
hands. If your partner’s doesn’t, then use the other hand to
caress and lightly flutter his balls, or tighten around the base
of his shaft. If both hands fit along the length of the shaft,
move then together, up and down, in the typical pumping motion.
Pretend you’re holding a baseball bat and are about to score a
grand slam. You can also vary the directions of your hands, one
up, one down at the same time. There’s no doubt that two hands
are better than one.

THE ANVIL STROKE
Bring one hand down, letting it stroke the penis from the top all
the way to the bottom. When it hits the bottom, release it.
Meanwhile you’re bringing your corresponding hand down to the top
of the shaft, creating an alternating beating motion, hence the
name “anvil stroke.” Think of those blacksmith duos who keep up a
double beat pounding motion as they beat that rod of iron on a
piping-hot anvil.

THE SHUTTLE COCK
Not many people have heard of the “shuttle cock,” but it’s one of
the best. Take the penis in both hands, fingers lightly touching
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ALABAMA (continued)

SHOWCASE LOUNGE
2006A S. Memorial Pkwy.
Huntsville
(205) 539-9189
Corner of Governors Drive and Memorial Pkwy.
GoGo Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Sat 10:00AM to 2:00AM, Sun 1:00PM to 2:00AM
DANCERS ON STAGE: Mon – Sat 11:00AM to 2:00AM, Sun 1:00PM to 2:00
COVER CHARGE: Sun – Thur $1.00, Fri & Sat $2.00
CLUB CAPACITY: 220
FOOD SERVICE: None
DRESS CODE: Neat
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Lady Adonis Show every month.

CANDY STORE
6321 Hwy. 90, W.
Mobile
(205) 666-9843
One mile east of I-10 on Hwy 90.
Topless Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Fri 1:00PM to 3:00AM, Sat 1:00PM to 2:00AM
COVER CHARGE: $3.00 ($5.00 when feature acts appear).
CLUB CAPACITY: 300
FOOD SERVICE: None
DRESS CODE: Casual
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Feature acts appear one week each month, including girls seen in
national magazines and on television.
Club provides security inside and out. Drink specials every day.

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SOUTH DAKOTA

SCARLETT O’HARA’S
3201 S. Carolyn Ave.
Sioux Falls
(605) 362-8911
Pasties/GoGo Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes (Beer & Wine)
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Thur 4:00PM to 2:00AM, Fri 11:00AM to 2:00AM,
Sat 2:00PM to 2:00AM
COVER CHARGE: $2.00. More for special events.
CLUB CAPACITY: 200
FOOD SERVICE: None
DRESS CODE: Casual
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Amateur Nights. Noon luncheon on Fridays. Matinees Friday and
Saturday Afternoons.

TENNESSEE

CENTERFOLD
1575 E. Brooks Road
Memphis
(901) 345-7700
Located on Brooks Road just east of Elvis Presley Blvd.
Topless Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Sat Noon to 3:00AM, Sun 4:00PM to 3:00AM
COVER CHARGE: $5.00
CLUB CAPACITY: 300
FOOD SERVICE: Grill
DRESS CODE: No T-shirts or caps
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DREAMERS
420 Passaic Ave.
East Newark
(201) 482-1110

TEMPTATIONS
1213 Magnolia Ave.
Elizabeth
(908) 355-2525
GoGo Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Tues – Sat 6:00PM to 3:00AM

GALAXY 2000
149 South Street
Newark
(201) 817-9637
Located one block off of Route 21, on South Street.

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NEW JERSEY (continued)

Pasties/GoGo Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Wed 5:00PM to 2:00AM, Thur – Sat 5:00PM to
3:00AM, Sun for Private Parties
COVER CHARGE: $2.00 during special events
CLUB CAPACITY: 175
FOOD SERVICE: Hot & cold appetizers, full sandwich menu, snacks
DRESS CODE: Casual
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Special events scheduled every month. Every Saturday is Wet
Bikini Night – all the girls get wet in a shower.

DOUBLE VISION
558 Main Street
Orange
(201) 678-3390

PALACE
691 Main Ave.
Passaic
(201) 472-2213
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FLORIDA (continued)

FOXY LADY
3650 Fowler Street
Fort Myers
(813) 936-2375
Behind Edison Mall.
Pasties/GoGo Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Sat 11:30AM to 2:00AM, Sun 3:00PM to Midnight.
COVER CHARGE: $2.00 after 7:00PM
CLUB CAPACITY: 150
FOOD SERVICE: Yes
DRESS CODE: Moderate
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Club has been in business 13 years. Voted #1 adult nightclub 2
years in a row by Ft. Myers News Press.

PUSSYCAT
2315 441 State Road
Hollywood
(305) 961-0270
Located 5 blocks south of Pembroke Road.
Nude Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Fri 8:00PM to 5:30AM, Sat 8:30PM to Midnight
COVER CHARGE: None
CLUB CAPACITY: 100
FOOD SERVICE: None
DRESS CODE: None
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Blowjobs and friction dances are available in the VIP Room.

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CONNECTICUT

BISHOP’S CORNER
1978 Boston Ave.
Bridgeport
(203) 576-9973
Take Exit 32 off of 95. Club is located on the corner of Boston
Ave. and Bishop Ave.
Topless Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: 11:00AM to 1:00AM
DANCERS ON STAGE: Noon to 1:00AM
COVER CHARGE: None
CLUB CAPACITY: 100
FOOD SERVICE: Free Buffet
DRESS CODE: None

TUESDAY’S DEN
2362 Fairfield Ave.
Bridgeport
(203) 336-8956
Exit 25 from I-95 (Fairfield Avenue).
Nude Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Thur Noon to 1:00AM, Fri & Sat Noon to 2:00AM,
Sun 6:00PM to 1:00AM
COVER CHARGE: $2.00 after 6:00PM
FOOD SERVICE: Free Daily Buffet Noon to 1:30PM
DRESS CODE: Casual
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Different Feature Entertainers from the US and Canada every week.

FALCON II
242 Wallace Street
New Haven
(203) 562-1454

HARRY O’S CLUB
137 Selleck Street
Stamford
(203) 967-2940
Take I-95 from New York to Exit 6 (Connecticut Turnpike) and turn
right. Go to Selleck Street and turn left. Harry O’s is located
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CALIFORNIA (continued)

NITE LIFE (UP TOWN)
4307 Ohio Street
San Diego
(619) 284-7435
Exit the 805 Freeway and go west on El Cajon Blvd to Ohio Street.
Topless Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: 11:00AM to 2:00AM
DANCERS ON STAGE: Noon to 2:00AM
COVER CHARGE: $10.00 for one year membership
CLUB CAPACITY: 200
FOOD SERVICE: Lunch served
DRESS CODE: Casual
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Features acts, including Centerfolds and Adult Video Stars
regularly scheduled.

CASBAH
467 Broadway
San Francisco
(415) 788-5807

ROARING 20′S
552 Broadway
San Francisco
(415) 788-6765

SNOOKY’S
2050 Doville Ave.
Simi Valley
(805) 583-9093
Exit 118 Freeway at Erringer Road, go south to Los Angeles Ave.
and turn right. Turn right again at the first traffic signal
west of Erringer.
GoGo Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Noon to 1:30AM
COVER CHARGE: None
CLUB CAPACITY: 70
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RICHH
–

Maybe it sounds too good to be true, but there’s now a simple,
foolproof way for men to boost their partners’ and their own
pleasure during lovemaking. And it doesn’t rely on aphrodisiacs or
drugs. Instead, it involves doing a set of easy to learn
pelvic-muscle exercises called Kegels (after Arnold Kegel, M.D.,
the gynecologist who developed them over 40 years ago). Women have
been practicing these moves for years to intensify their orgasms
and increase their partners’ stimulation. Now, sex therapists and
researchers have discovered that both partners can benefit sexually
when men do Kegels, too.

Kegel exercises both strengthen and tone the pubococcygeal (PC)
muscle-which runs from front to back in men’s and women’s
pelvises–as well as the surrounding pelvic muscles. The PC muscle
is what helps bring a man or woman to climax, and, along with other
pelvic muscles, it also controls urination.

In his recent book, “The New Male Sexuality (Bantam Books,
1992), psychologist Bernie Zilbergeld, Ph.D., claims that many of
his male patients who practiced pelvic-muscle contractions over
time reported increased sexual sensation and more intense orgasms.
That’s not all. Over the past 20 years, William Hartman, Ph.D., and
Marilyn Fithian, Ph.D., co-directors of the Center for Marital and
Sexual Studies in Long Beach, California, have prescribed Kegel
exercises to more than 1,300 male patients who were troubled by
erection problems. Most of the men who did the exercises as
prescribed reported firmer erections than before.

What’s more, nearly 200 of Dr. Hartman and Dr. Fithian’s male
patients who practiced Kegels learned to delay ejaculation,
enabling them to prolong sex to their own and their partner’s
satisfaction. And most surprising, 10 percent of these men were
eventually able to have multiple orgasms–that is, two or more
climaxes during a single act of intercourse before ejaculating.
(Orgasm and ejaculation don’t always occur simultaneously in men.)

With so many sexual benefits, Kegels are the perfect
“sexercises” for men as well as women to master. Besides helping to
create the physical conditions that enhance lovemaking, the
exercises can spice up sex in another way as well. “Partners can
take turns tightening their pelvic muscles during intercourse,”
explains Dr. Hartman. “Each will feel the other’s muscle contrac-
tions, which adds to the excitement.”

For a man who wants to learn how to perform Kegels, the first
step is locating the PC muscle. Here’s how: Some time when he has
the urge to urinate, he should sit on the toilet with his legs
spread, start to urinate, then try to stop the flow. (The PC muscle
is the one he squeezes to do this.) After restarting the flow, he
can practice stopping and restarting the stream of urine. It may
take several attempts to actually isolate the PC muscle–the
buttocks muscles have a tendency to kick in if the legs aren’t kept
wide.
When a man has familiarized himself with the sensation of
contracting the PC muscle, he’s ready to practice holding the
contractions. He should first try holding a contraction for several
seconds three or four times a day. Over the next few weeks, as he
continues doing Kegels, he can gradually increase the time of the
contraction until he is holding it for 10 to 15 seconds. Next, he
should alternate these Kegel holds with a series of short, quick
contractions. Dr. Hartman recommends that men gradually work up to
a daily routine of 100 quick PC contractions and five holds. (Women
who want to learn how to do Kegels should follow these same steps,
but they only need to do the long holds for five seconds; men,
however, need the 10- to 15-second hold for delaying ejaculation.)

After a few months of diligent practice, a man should be ready
to try using the Kegel hold during intercourse to delay ejacula-
tion. But first he must familiarize himself with the sensation
known as ejaculatory inevitability–the point at which he can no
longer hold back an ejaculation. He will feel an uncontrollable
urge to ejaculate as his prostate gland and seminal vesicles
contract. Once a man has developed an awareness of this sensation,
he can then learn to produce a PC contraction before he reaches
that point of no return. (Another option is for a man to try
practicing this technique on his own while masturbating.)

Most men can do Kegels anywhere, since they’re seldom aroused
by the exercises; women may want to practice Kegels in private
since for them, the increased blood flow to the pelvic region is
more likely to spark arousal. Continued over a lifetime, the
exercises can help men (and women) head off urinary incontinence
later in life. That plus greater arousal, enhanced orgasms and
longer-lasting sex make these some of the simplest, most beneficial
exercises a man or woman can do.

–

6) THE DICTATOR’S WIFE

A dictator and his wife live in luxury as the people live in
poverty. There is a rebellion and the palace is stormed. They are
both captured and dragged out into the street. He is accused of
being a murderer and a butcher. She is accused of being the greedy
and evil woman who encouraged him. They are both in their late
40’s. As the crowd cheers he is placed against a wall. A firing
squad is assembled and executes him, to the cheers of the people.
They turn their attention to her. She is proud and defiant. They
strip her. Her body is still reasonably good for her age. They
resolve to punish her for her greed and her pride.
She is placed on an open wagon and pilloried, naked, in a low set
of stocks. Her ass is whipped as the crowd cheers. The wagon is
pulled to the center of town. She is removed from the pillory and
spreadeagled, face up, on a platform that is used for public
speeches. All can get a good view of her. Her legs are then pulled
up and her knees drawn back, spread wide, and fastened that way.
She is on complete display to the town.
The leader of the revolution, a handsome man with a full beard,
gets a jar from his assistant. It contains an extremely virulent
itching powder. Wearing rubber gloves, he carefully sprinkles it
all over her ass and cunt. He places more of it on the tips of her
nipples and uses a funnel to place some directly in her gaping cunt
and open asshole. He stands back to watch it go to work.
Within minutes the dictator’s wife is wriggling like a worm! She
begs for release but they just laugh. A guard is posted and she’s
informed that she is to be kept like that as a symbol of the
revolution and the punishment of the greedy. She will be fed there
and will piss and shit there too. A custodian will clean her twice
a day and administer more of the itching powder.
People come from all of the nearby villages to taunt the
dictator’s wife and revel in her punishment. Busloads of children
are brought from the schools to watch and see what happens to the
greedy. A ten foot circle is drawn around her and she must say to
each person who enters the circle “I am a greedy woman. I took food
from your children’s mouths.” If she doesn’t say it the guard whips
her with a bullwhip. The people are invited to thrash her with thin
sticks or use feathers to further aid in the torment of the itching
powder. The children gasp in horror and vow never to be greedy pigs
like this woman was. Days turn into weeks, then months. The
dictator’s wife squirms and pleads on her perch, offering her
apology to anyone who comes with the circle. She is guarded night
and day to assure nobody kills her either for vengeance, or to put
her out of her misery. Life goes on in the city…
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5) THE GAMBLERS
(note: I once left some of this premise in a message but
nobody followed through on it. Here’s a little more.)

The scene is North America, late 21st Century. A young woman
(Natasha) is playing poker at a casino. She has been doing well.
She is spoiled and rich and spends a lot of her time at the casino.
Seated at the table, along with several other men and women, is her
longtime rival. A good-looking man who has consistently beaten her
whenever they’ve played. He’s arrogant and gloats. She despises him
and vows to get even. She arranges with a female associate to stand
near him so she can see his cards. Very subtle movements tip her
associate off as to what her hand is, and other equally subtle
movements are relayed back if she has his hand beat. As a result
she has taken him for a lot of money and he is fuming.
Finally the big hand comes. He gets a full house. The bidding
gets intense and soon everyone drops out except the woman and the
man. She also has a full house, Queens over Jacks. She signals her
hand to her assistant who barely suppresses a beam of surprise and
signals back that she has him beat! The bidding escalates quickly.
He’s convinced he has her beat. At this point nearly a million
dollars are on the table. A crowd begins to gather as they watch
the two glare at each other and continually raise the pot. Finally
all their money is gone. Natasha times her suggestion well. She
suggests that they make an ultimate bet to see who is the best and
who is the born loser. He glares at her, then smiles. He’s sure
he’s got her beat. He asks her what she suggests. The loser becomes
the slave of the winner. The onlookers gasp. Slavery is legal but
they have never heard of a person betting their freedom on a hand
of cards. The rest of the casino gathers around now, all eyes
focused on the two players. He looks her up and down. She has a
great body, dressed in expensive clothes and jewelry. She is so
sure of herself, so arrogant, such a bitch! He agrees. The casino
owner brings forms for them both to sign. The signing is witnessed
by over a hundred people and the overhead camera records the bet.
It is very simple. All the possesions and properties of the loser
go to the winner. The loser legally forfeits his or her freedom and
becomes the absolute slave of the winner. The ownership is
complete.
There is silence in the casino as the two players stare at each
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“…. You now find yourself in a hallway, the hallway is peaceful and nice.
As I count from 10 to 1 you will imagine yourself walking further and further
down the hall. When I reach one you will find yourself where you want to be,
in another, higher state of concious and mind. (Count from ten to one)…..”

Do this about three or four times. Then, to test if the subject is under
hypnosis or not, say….

“…You feel a strange sensation in your (arm they write with) arm, the feeling
begins at your fingers and slowly moves up your arm, as it moves through your
arm your arm becomes lighter and lighter, it will soon be so light it will rise
….. Becoming lighter and lighter which each breath and moment…”

Their fingers should begin to twitch and then move up, the arm following, now
my friend, you have him/her in hypnosis. The first time you do this, while
he/she is under say good things, like: “your going to feel great tomorrow” or
“every day in every way you will find yourself becoming better and better”..
Or some crap like that… The more they go under, the deeper in hypnosis they
will get each time you do it.

+—————————-+
! What to do when Hypnotised !
+—————————-+

When you have them under you must word things very carefully to get your way.
You cannot simply say… Take off your clothes and hump the pillow. No, that
would not really do the trick. You must say something like…. “you find your
self at home, in your room and you have to take a shower (vividly describe
their room and whats happening), you begin to take off your clothes…” Now,
it cant be THAT simple, you must know the persons house, room, and shower room.
Then describe things vividly and tell them to act it out (they have to be
DEEPLY under to do this…). I would just suggest that you experiment a while,
and get to know how to do things.

+———–+
! Waking Up !
+———–+

Waking up is very easy, just say..

“…as I count from 1 to 5 you will find yourself becomming more and more
awake, more and more lively. When you wake up you will find yourself complete-
ly alive, awake, and refreshed. Mentally and physically, remembering the
pleasant sensation that hypnosis brings… Waking up feeling like a new born
baby, reborn with life and vigor, feeling excellent. Remembering that next time
you enter hypnosis it will become an ever increasing deeper and deeper state
than before. 1- you feel energy course throughout your limbs. 2- you begin
to breathe deeply, stirring. 3- begining to move more and more your eyes
open, bringing you up to full concious. 4- you are up,up, up and awakening
more and more. 5- you are awake and feeling great.”

And thats it! You now know how to hypnotise yourself and someone else.
You will learn more and more as you experiment.
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! (C)opyright 1985 Metal Communications Inc. All Rights Rebuked. !
+—————————————————————————–+

Since 1975, I have learned a great deal about vibrators. In the
store, I have had the opportunity to talk with hundreds of women
and dozens of men about all aspects of vibrator use. During this
time, people have talked more and more openly about vibrators.
Sales of vibrators in drug, department and discount stores have
mushroomed. In these settings, of course, advertising and
promotion are still aimed at the consumers’ sore muscles and
tired feet. However, once many of these vibrators get home and
out of the box, they probably spend most of their turned-on
moments turning someone on. People are not only using vibrators
more, they are also increasingly talking, writing, and reading
about them.

The “Hysterical” History of the Vibrator

Did you ever wonder what mysterious ailment confined the
Victorian woman to her bed? Our prim and proper ancestor had the
doctor scurrying up the stairs with his little black bag and the
servants whispering about “female troubles.”

Not infrequently, those “female troubles” were “hysteria,”
believed in ancient Egypt and Greece to be the revolt of the
uterus against sexual deprivation. Webster’s reminds us that
“hysteria” derives from “the former notion that hysteric women
were suffering from disturbances of the womb” (now you know why
men are almost never hysterical!) and defines it as a
“psychoneurosis marked by emotional excitability and disturbances
of the psychic, sensory, vasomotor and visceral functions.” It
wasn’t until 1952 that the American Psychiatric Association
dismissed hysteria as a valid diagnosis.

Historian Rachel Maines has recently provided us with a wealth of
information about the standard medical treatment of “hysteria”
using vibrators. Maines shows that “the electromechanical
vibrator, introduced as a medical appliance in the 1880s and as a
household appliance between 1900 and 1905, represented a de-
skilling and capital-labor substitution innovation designed to
improve the efficiency of medical massage, a task performed since
ancient times by physicians, midwives and their assistants.”
Medical massage “from the time of Hippocrates to that of Freud
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Most “authorities” lump sex with animals in the same thought as
pedophilia. They view both activities as a “violation of the
innocent”. While that may be true in pedophilia, when it comes
to animals nothing could be further from the truth. Animals do
not consider sex to be any more important than eating, sleeping
or any of their other activities. It is a totally instinctive
thing that is hard-wired into their id. The main reason animals
breed is because of this instinct. The female animal of most
species don’t really get to enjoy it because the male is in and
out in a matter or seconds. This is because of the hard-wiring
again. If animals didn’t breed fast in the wild, they would be
at a distinct disadvantage if they were caught in the act by a
passing predator. You have a unique opportunity with the female
animal. By providing her with long sessions of sensations and
pleasures that she probably has never had before, she will come
to enjoy the act more and more. You will be bringing her up to
your level, not the other way around.

If you are aspiring to be a true bestialist, you need to use all
your resources. Use your tongue, fingers and cock in every
pleasurable way you can think of. Don’t just fuck her, but make
love to her. Engage in foreplay with her. Fondle her all over,
play with her tits, give her plenty of oral sex. You will be
bonded that much closer to her every time and your eventual
orgasm will be much more intense. Some readers may resist going
to this extent. If you don’t go to this extent, I believe it
will be a loss for both of you.

Once you have finished having your fun, don’t just put you pants
on and leave. A little afterplay is good. Pet her and talk to
her. Gently clean your cum off her if need be. Give her a
treat, such as a handful of grain, fed from your hand. All this
will only strengthen your bond with the animal.

SHARING YOUR ANIMAL

Most guys keep their animal activities to themselves, probably
because of prejudice, fear or the feeling that they are all
alone in their desires. I always thought so too, but I was
fortunate to find some friends who taught me that bestiality is
much more erotic and fun when shared with a buddy. Of course,
many guys are insecure and not interested in group scenes. My
advice is to try it if the opportunity presents itself. There’s
nothing quite like a “barn party” with four or five guys
standing around jacking off, watching you screw whatever is
available, and waiting their turns. Sloppy fifths is something
you will not soon forget. If you weren’t an exhibitionist
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Girls, dogs love to mount people, and they are
passionate, fiery lovers. Get naked. Play with your dog, and
get him excited, and aroused. Let him lick your vagina, as
that seems to act as a great stimulant for you both. For
missionary style, sit on the edge of the bed, feet on the
floor. Now pat your shoulders and invite your dog to put his
paws up there. When he does, lie back, and he will walk his
back feet forward between you legs until he is laying on your
stomach, with his sheath right over your entrance. Lift your
left leg and wrap it over his rump to pull him forward, as you
use your right hand to guide his penis into your vagina. It
helps to have a partner assisting here. It is easiest for the
dog if you keep the tips of your fingers clasping his sheath as
a guide when he starts humping into you; it helps stop him
pulling out too far.
Caution:- if your dog is one of the Giant Breeds, DON’T
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You look at my hand, moving quickly and you know I’m about to come.
You urge me on, holding one breast up. “Come on my tits for me.” You say,
and I lean forward, jacking myself hard and fast. You watch the road and
my cock from the corner of your eye. Then you feel my sperm splashing
against your tits, flowing down your chest. More hot semen splatters
against your flesh, glistening in the dim light. You grab my hand and lick
my creamy cum off of it, and my other hand begins to rub the rest over your
beautiful breasts. As we relax, I lean over and kiss you, tasting my come
on your tounge. My hand darts between your legs and feels your dampness
through your shorts. I sit down in the right seat, and tell you that was
wonderfully exciting. You smile and tell me that you thought so too. I
dress a little later and as we pull into another small town for gas, I tell
you to remove your panties, just to wear your shorts. You do, and after
gassing up, I drive the short distance to an r.v. park where we’ll spend
most of this day resting. Once we have parked the r.v., you help me set
the wheel-chocks in place, and I can see your pussy peeking around the
loose legs of your shorts when you bend down. Once inside, we strip our
clothes off and climb into bed. It is only about six a.m. and we fuck
each other furiously. My cock slams into your wet cunt and your hips
thrust up against mine. Our tounge dance and slide over each other, and my
hands squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples. We come almost
together, with my sperm-spurting cock triggering your cunt into beautiful
long contractions around me. Sweating and panting we roll to our sides and
kiss, my cock still inside you. We fall asleep, close and cuddled.

The following evening we reach the Grand Canyon late into the
night, but still before midnight. We park the r.v. in a lot about a
quarter mile from the edge, with the side facing the gorge. Besides us,
there is only one other r.v. in the lot, and it is at the far end, and
dark. We cook a light meal, and then curl up, kissing and touching each
other lightly at first. You’re wearing a light, thin blouse and shorts,
and I’m wearing a t-shirt and shorts. With the window open, the warm night
air caresses us, fanning our lusty desires. My hand slides under your
blouse and my palms slide over your nipples, making them hard. Your hand
is squeezing my cock, making me rock my hips against your hand. Your
pelvis rotates back as my hand slides down the back of your shorts, teasing
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“Rub your pussy against her tits.” I whispered to her. “Make her
tits wet with your hot little pussy.” Jennifer smiled and made a breathy
“O” sound, leaning back and rubbing her steaming pussy against your larger
breasts. Her eyes closed as she felt your soft breasts against her, and
her slim hips were waving around in a motion that looked as if she were
receiving the most pleas- ure. Jennifer moaned suddenly, and her lips
locked around your clit. The sudden grasping of your cunt took me by
surprise, and I felt myself beginning to come. Jennifer made sucking
noises on your clit, her head moving frantic- ally. I felt the pulsing,
sucking, grasping contractions inside you and my hips began long hard
thrusts as my sperm began rushing up my cock. My sperm surged inside you,
and I felt Jennifer’s hand pushing me back, pulling my squirting cock from
you. I looked down and saw my sperm splash against your labia, then
Jennifer pointed me at your clit and milk more spurting come from me. I
could hardly hold myself up, and Jennifer licked the head of my cock then
she began licking your clit, her tounge chasing every drip that ran down
your pussy. I watched her suck you until you came again, and this time
Jennifer rolled off, and began to finger herself. You were laying back
and breathing hard from your latest orgasm, and I was still recovering from
mine. Jennifer spread her legs and moved across the bed, giving us both a
show as her fingers disappeared into her pussy. When Jennifer came, she
thrashed about, moaning and tossing her head back and forth. Sated at
last, we all pulled up the covers and began to hold each other close,
putting our “guest” in the middle.

Thunder pealed early in the morning, causing Jennifer to bolt
upright in the bed between us. We calmed her and let her lay back, each of
us caressing one of her small, firm breasts. She kissed both of us good
morning and reluctantly we all started to rise for the day. While she used
the bathroom, I pulled you to me and kissed you fiercely, wanting you more
than I did the night before. When she came out, it was your turn and
Jennifer began looking for her clothes among the rumbled bedsheets. Her
slim figure was too much for me to ignore so I pulled her down and thanked
her for earlier, kissing her and sucking gently on her hard nipples. When
my turn for the bathroom finally came, I had to wait for a minute to let my
hard cock soften so I could go. When I came out, the two of you were
caressing and kissing, so I began making breakfast.

Jennifer insisted on cooking, but I told her that she’d already
repaid us for our hospitality by cooking for us the night before. Now it
was our turn to treat her like the newly found friend that she was. She
relented and you helped her pack up her items, folding them neatly into her
pack. After breakfast, she decided that she had to move on to meet her
friends, and we kissed her goodbye, watching her walk off towards the sun
of a new day. That left us with a new day for ourselves.

We started by touring the edge on foot, looking at the vastness of
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M, N – Porn Users/Performers: This category refers to the
Erosian with an interest in collection, watching/reading
of pornography as well as the Erosian who enjoys posing
for pictures or starring in video fulms of sexual
activity.

The pornography user should take an interest in building
and maintaining a collection of pornography, as well as
meeting and trading films, books, videos with others of
similar interests.

The pornography performer takes interest in a very
different way. He/she, like the user, enjoys viewing adult
materials, however he/she enjoys posing/acting for the
camera in a sexual manner. Most Erosians involved will
participate in home video/pictures only, while some will
actually get involved in the adult motion picture
business. Erosian Theory heartily endorses this activity,
as it glorifies the physical self, the body and the
natural acts of the Erosian. This form of sharing the
sexual pleasures of one Erosian with those of many through
repeated viewings is a wonderful way to spread the warmth
of sexuality. Two rules must be strongly adhered to when
engaging in pornographic performances. One: no children
(minors) must be present or involved in any way. Two: All
parties must be in agreement as to the content, action,
and distribution of the material.

O,P – Voyerism/Exhibitionism: This form of sexuality is
based on the desire to watch a sexual act performed, or to
be watched as one performs a sex act. Voyerism may entail
watching a sex act when the performing party(s) is not
aware. Ethics not withstanding this is technically against
Erosian policy, as all parties are not consenting.
However, as long as no federal, state, county or municipal
laws are broken to engage in voyerism, exception may be
made in this case. Exhibitionism or the performance of sex
or the exposure of one’s genitals for sexual titillation
is entirely acceptable, and a wonderful way to express
desire or to reach a large number of people sexually. Care
however, should be taken to insure that you are not
placing yourself in any danger legally or physically, as
there are unstable, non-Erosians who do not follow a code
of conduct regarding sex.

Q – Racially Motivated S (or RMS): This is sexual
excitement due to the racial origin of one’s partner or
the subject of sexual material. Usually race will refer to
the major breakup of the Earth’s races, however this can
further be defined as specific nationalities. For general
purposes, I have included a general list of the world’s
major races. Please feel free to inform the High Temple of
Eros, should you find other that have been excluded.

1. Negro (African/American)
2. White (of Anglo/Saxon origin)
3. Hispanic (of Latin origin)
4. Orientals (of Indo-Chinese origin)
5. Europeans (any European sub-cultures)
6. Asian/Indians (any Asian/Indian sub-cultures)
7. Other (Please report to HTE)

These are the current categories for Erosian inclusion,
but as stated before this list is far from complete.

The Code is the basis for study within the Erosian
Community. Students, as well as initiates, must choose at
least one course of study from the above to persue. The
basis for this knowlede is it’s potential use for
enjoyment and teaching to others.

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Erosian Structure & Hierarchy

Erosian Hierarchy and Erosian Structure are closely
related. Both define and examine the proposed outline of
the growth of Temple and the lesser Temples. In this text,
we will examine Hierarchy and Structure, and in an
afterword, we will look toward possible growth of the
Temple in this year. (1989)

Erosian Structure

In the beginning there was the concept for The Temple of
Eros, a structures system of beliefs created for those who
followed the concepts of guiltless sexual activity and
physical self study. From this structure, grew a need to
develop further physical structures to define internal
sets within the Erosian following. From this reasoning
came the Temple of Eros and the Lesser Temples.

The Temple is the all encompassing body of Erosians who
study, follow and practice Erosian Theory. It is headed by
the High Priest or Priestess, and takes ultimate
responsibility for ritual, ceremony, and content of
Erosian Theory. Erosian Theory supports and studies all
forms of sexuality, with the exception of those mentioned
in the Erosian Code of Conduct. The Temple of Eros seeks
to break down the barrier of sexual guilt, frustration and
segregation, and works diligently to remove the labels
placed by society on those who do not conform to the
“normals” of sexuality.

Within the Temple of Eros, there are two recognized Lesser
Temples. These are the Temple of Sappho, and the Temple
of Satyr. The Temple of Sappho is a divison exclusively
for women, and is inclusive of all styles, forms and
orientations of women’s sexuality. The Temple of Satyr is
a division exclusively for men, and is inclusive of all
styles, forms and orientations of male sexuality. These
two lesser Temples support groups within themselves, known
in the structured format as sub-temples. These Temples are
created in order to more clearly define the subjects of
study available within these bodies of learning. In each
of the lesser temples, one initial sub-temple was formed
at creation. In the Temple of Satyr is housed the Temple
of Homos, devoted to the homosexual male study. In the
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60. Erotic movies are
a) Exciting b) OK if you have the right company c) turn me off.

61. Erotic photographs are
a) best viewed in private with the right companion b) best viewed
alone c) sick.

62. Well written erotic literature is
a) exciting b) interesting c) at best, strictly for
masturbators.

63. The number of erotic books I have read is
a) over 10 b) between 5 and 10 inclusive c) between 2 and 4
inclusive d) one e) none

64. My sexual fantasies, or erotic day dreams occur
a) often b) occasionally c) seldom d) never.

65. When I’m sexually attracted by a person I daydream about us
a) holding hands b) kissing c) carressing d) making love.

66. When I do fantasize about sex I imagine us dressed in exotic
clothes
a) often b) occasionally c) seldom d) never.

67. I imagine us making love before an admiring audience
a) often b) occasionally c) seldom d) never.

68. I imagine myself making love to a number of persons of the
opposite sex, at the same time
a) often b) occasionally c) seldom d) never.

69. When I have vivid sexual fantasies I find my body responding to
my mental pictures
a) strongly b) mildly c) never.

70. I prefer sexual foreplay to start
a) long before we reach the place where we are going to make love
b) only when we’re alone but before we reach the bedroom c)
only after we reach the bedroom.

71. Foreplay should be started by
a) the man b) either of the partners c) the woman.

72. I am stimulated if foreplay is started
a) boldly by a word or touch withch everyone could understand if
they heard it or felt it b) in public, but secretly by words or
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RED Tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and
enjoy sex in every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is
lighted, it may take hours to extinguish. When two Reds get
together, the ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterley blush.
Lovers of Red tend to be the aggressors and weaker colors should
beware!

YELLOW If you tend to favor Yellow your sexual drivers are
complex and lean toward the adaptable. The favorite color of
homosexuals is Yellow! No don’t panic – not everyone who wears
Yellow is gay. In most cases the person will acquiesce to the
stronger partner’s desires in a passive manner. You will never
enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn down an
invitation from someone you enjoy or admire.

PURPLE Lovers of the color Purple frequently consider
themselves too regal for a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes
are the type who hate to muss their hair. Men are business-like
in their approach to lovemaking. In both sexes, Purple partners
are more concerned with their fulfillment than anyone else’s
gratification.

BLACK Black color preferences point to Black sex. These people
are the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in
kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually
masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and
often perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy
times. Police psychiatrists claim that many sex offenders prefer
the color Black. And it is no coincidence that the uniform of
mobsters and teenaged gangs is Black attire.

GREEN Those who prefer Green are fresh and innocent in their
approach to sex. Women who love Green will make love like
virgins all of their life. And a man may always be a trifle
clumsy and awkward, but in a charming and endearing sort of way.
Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If chosen as a
mate, one will never need worry about infidelity.

PINK Persons who like Pink show a reluctance to mature in
sexual matters. Women tend to tease; to promise more than they
intend to deliver. In some cases, they flaunt their femininity -
but because they secretly hate men. A great percentage of
prostitutes boast entire lingerie wardrobes in Pink. Men who
like Pink are philanderers and flirts. They are the type who
will take three dates for the same evening and not keep one;
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(c) Neil Bernstein 1993

One Sunday, driving Dolores’ truck back from a provisioning
trip, Pete stopped along the riverbank to watch a crew of panting
scullers labor their way against the current. Their slender craft
slipped around chunks of floating ice smoothly as a ballbearing
sliding down a greased track. Got all the time they need to do
that, he thought bitterly. Men who could go home to adoring wives
and get up the next morning to go to work.
In Lombard’s General Store he met old John buying feed for his
three geldings. The man’s belly nearly split his overalls as he
carried the sacks out to his car. Pete hid a chuckle.
“You come back for coffee now,” John bellowed.
Pete could see no reason to refuse him. He followed John’s
rusty truck up a series of gravel paths, shook hands with his
pretty wife. John eased himself into a great armchair. He bade
her serve them their coffee and an endless succession of snacks:
toast, honey, ham sandwiches, spiced drumsticks, maple candies,
pear cobbler…
When she was done serving she settled back on a kitchen stool
and nursed her baby. Pete watched her play with the suckling,
bouncing him gently on her knee. He knew, feeling the certainty
only the superstitious know, that it could not be John’s child.
John had been a carpenter for twenty years. One morning he
found the work too exerting and gave it up violently, pitching his
toolbox through the window of the house he was building. He tried
a variety of jobs after that, settling on delivering the Weekly
Argus. He sat long hours alone at the head of his kitchen table,
playing solitaire late into the night, gaining ten pounds a year.
He always left a half-finished puzzle set up in the living room.
Pete remembered the last time he’d been out to John’s house.
A selectman was giving Grandpa Goosehair some problems, badmouthing
him in town meeting. The old man wanted Pete to see if John could
dig up any incriminating tax information. John looked over
everyone’s tax forms, considered it his neighborly duty. He got so
he could do the arithmetic so quickly that everyone brought him
their crumpled forms: farmers who could only read with a certain
pair of spectacles they’d lost years and years ago, folks who could
read Latin but couldn’t be bothered with figures.
Pete’d got himself lost on nameless gravel tracks and had
arrived very late. The ex-carpenter’s wife had just finished
showering and now stood before a full-length mirror. Her hips were
swathed in fine linen, her arms left half-bare by a silk-finished
nightgown. She braided her hair and rubbed fine powder and oil
into her tremulous neck. John knelt on the parlor floor, his
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“Lovely”, I said, “But I want to see them off”.

“Am I making you hot?”, she asked with a sensual laugh.

I stripped of my own pants and my penis shot up into the air.

“You’re really quite an athlete,” she said, looking over my body and then
letting her dark eyes rest on my stiff member. “I hope you’re capable of a
good athletic performance”.

I moved towards her and said, “You’re so exciting even with them still on, I
hope seeing them off isn’t a disappointment”.

“It won’t be”, she said.

I reached for her and she moved into my arms, hot and sweet-smelling. She
was one of those women who, as soon as a man touches her, seems to melt to a
jelly, to tremble and whimper with excitement. I felt her body shivering
against me as I unhooked the brassiere and I heard her murmur with passion.

The bra came away and fell to the floor and now I felt her resilient breasts
hot, too, against me with the pointed nipples heavy and digging in my chest.

“Oh, Oh”, she murmured as I ran my hands in a long quick caress over her
back, bringing my fingertips up her spine and then moving them round to feel
her breasts, bulbous and bursting under the palms of my hands. I squeezed
them gently and massaged the nipples, which grew long and erect under my
gentle manipulation.

“Oh darling”, she whispered. She was trembling from head to toe. I could
feel her thighs trembling against me and my prick, riding up between them,
snuggled against the soft heat of her flesh, was tingling along its length
like sharp pins and needles.

I ran my hands down her back and gently pushed and pulled the pants down
over her buttocks, feeling them slide reluctantly off her hips. She gave a
little wriggle of help and then shook her thighs so that they slipped down
and fell to the floor. Gasping a little, she stepped out of them, leaving
them in a pink, crumpled pile on the floor.

I rubbed her bottom gently in little, round gestures over the crack which
separated the two. She began to wriggle against me and put her arms around
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“Well, I’m just a basically honest person, Ben,” she said, sliding
from the window to the aisle seat across from him. I’ve always been
that way, saying what I mean and asking for what I want. Life’s too
short for bullshit, don’t you think?”

Ben thought, now here’s a real woman. Not like those who pretend
to be independent and forthright but who revert to helpless females when
things get rough. He admired aggressive women, especially when it came
to sex and imagined that Rachel would be fantastic in bed.

She must have caught something in his eye. “Mind if I sit next to
you?” she asked. “No sense in annoying the others with our talk at this
time of night.”

“No, by all means, please,” Ben answered, grateful for her
sensitivity. Rachel rose from her seat and gracefully moved over. Her
skirt hiked halfway up her thighs but she made no attempt to adjust.
She shook her hair and pressed the button to move the seat back. She
stretched out on her seat like a cat waking up from a nap.

“So tell me, Ben. Have you ever been blown on a bus before?” She
said it so casually, Ben thought he couldn’t have heard correctly.
“Pardon me,” he squeaked.

“Oh, come on, now, Ben. Don’t be coy. I saw you looking at me
before. You’d love to get into my pants, wouldn’t you? Remember, I
love honesty.”

Was this some kind of game? Was she like other women who wanted
you to be honest with them, and then were terribly shocked or hurt when
you were? Ben figured he had nothing to lose.

“Well, er…no. I mean yes. I mean…” Whew, Ben let out a sigh
and shook his head. He looked her straight in her beautiful brown eyes.
“I mean, no, I’ve never been blown on a bus. And yes, I think getting
into your pants would be a lot of fun.” There. She wanted honesty?
She got honesty.

“That’s good, because I’m feeling very horny tonight. And this
strikes me as a perfect opportunity.” Her right hand slowly moved to
her thighs as her left went into Ben’s lap. His cock strained against
his pants as he watch the skirt rise up her lovely legs. He was rapt as
her panty-less pussy came into view, the lips already displaying
moistness. One long finger traced her opening while she unzipped Ben’s
fly and free his throbbing dick. Rachel rubbed some pre-cum fluid from
his tip around the head.

Ben looked around, not believing how wonderful it could be to get
stuck in the Lincoln Tunnel. Rachel lowered her head to his dick with
aching slowness, opening her red lips wide to accept his seven inches.
When her mouth closed on his member, Ben thought he would scream in
delight. Instead, he bit his lip as the aroma from Rachel’s cunt,
drenched with her own love juice’s, began to waft through his nostrils.
He reached for her pussy, but Rachel giggled and pushed his hand away.
“Uh-uh, Ben. That’s not for you. This is for you,” as she lowered her
mouth once again. The sensation was incredibly hot and wet, like soap
in the shower. Her head bobbed faster and faster, her tongue swirling
the length of his cock.

Just as Ben sensed the cum readying to blow the back of Rachel’s
off, the bus started moving. Rachel looked up for a second but quickly
returned to the task at hand. Her fingers dived back into her cleft and
her breathing accelerated.

Ben strained against his seat as the heat and wetness of Rachel’
mouth made it impossible to hold off his orgasm. With thundering force
he began to pump shot after shot of pungent sperm into Rachel’s willing
mouth. He gritted his teeth to keep quiet. Rachel amazed him with her
ability to swallow it all, while at the same time heading for her own
climax.

Rachel swallowed the last drops of love fluid just as the bus
emerged from the tunnel. She adjusted her skirt over her thighs and
smiled at Ben. “See, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?” she asked,
licking her lips. And for the first time Ben was happy for having
worked late.

You and I are at a dinner party
there are four other people there
they are friends
we are sitting next to each other at the table
our fingers are entwined
we hold hands for a few moments
then i move my hand to your thigh
i gentlely stroke it
i start to pull your skirt up your leg
we look at the other people sitting at the table
they are talking to each other
from time to time they ask us a question
we just nod at them
my hand finally reaches the hem of your skirt
i put my hand under your skirt
i find the hem of your panties
i put my hand inside
i slowly move my hands to where your thighs meet
i gentlely move my hands against the moist lips of your vagina
then i move inside
it is very moist and warm inside
i find your clit
and i move my finger against it
I gentlely rub up and down
you make a sharp sound
everyone turn’s towards you
they ask if something is wrong
you shake your head, no
i rub faster
you tightly close your mouth
your face screw’s up in frustration as you try not to scream out
you begin to come
another very sharp intake of breath
my finger is covered with liquid
every one turns towards you
you again reassure them that you are ok
i remove my hand from inside of you
i lower your skirt to where it was before
i slowly bring my finger to my lips
my mouth opens
my tongue reaches out
lick’s the finger
then i continue with the meal

THE END

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3-STAR RATING:

Battling Beauties – Various Unknowns
Beneath The Valley Of The Ultravixens – Ann Marie; U Digard; K Natividad;
Others; Russ Meyer Production
Best Of Richard Rank: #01 & #02 – U Digard; L DeLeeue; K Stewart; Rabbit;
Pepper; T Loren;
Between My Breasts: #12 – Nikki Knockers; Relonda Love; M Mounds; Tracy;
P Plenty
Big Boobs Around The World: #01 – Suzanne Brecht; Trisha; Shona; Christina
Big Boobs Around The World: #03 – Caroline; S Brecht; M Michilin; Nurea;
Lora; Debbie Quattro
Big Boobs Around The World: #04 – Joy; Annie; J Oldfield; Susie Boobies
Big Boobs: #01 – Zoe; Donna; Toni; Maxine; D Ashby; Honey
Big Boobs: #03 – Zoe, Toni, S Owens, Debee (not Ashby), Two More
Big Boobs: #05 – S Owens; Toni; Zoe; Sue; 3 More
Big Boobs: #06 – Georgina; Zoe (Pauline); 1 More
Big Bust Babes: #03 – T Aire; Kami; S D’Lyte; S Mossitt; R Pedon; Sza Sza;
Darlene “Yum Yum” English
Big Bust Strippers: #01 – P Plenty; R Starr; B Bell; C Love; Leosha;
E DiChan; T Roche
Big Bust Strippers: #03 – L Pleasure; N Knockers; TT Galore; CC Moore;
J Juggs
Big Bust Vixens – K Stewart; Dominique; Raven; J Reeves; S Murphy; Brenda
Big Busty: Ten Years Of Big Bust: #02 – C Canyon; Virginia; Savida; T Loren;
C Starr; Lisa; Many More
Big Tit Hookers – B Boobs; L Topp; N King; E Ayes
Big Top Cabaret: #02 – B Boobs; L Topp; N King; E Ayes
Body Slam – Blondi; B Dahl; Bionca; Viper; T Loren
Bosom Buddies – Louise Leeds; Susanne Brecht; Joanne; Christine; Debbie Q
Boys Night Out – Various Strippers (sexy and stacked!)
Breast Worx: #23 – Busty Brittany; Aja; Samantha
Buttman At Nudes-A-Poppin’ – H Lee; H Melons; Juicy; A Loveroe; C Meow;
Lisa; Cindy Chimes; Suzy Q; Roxie Rae; Tina
Fox; More Unknowns
Crystal Starr – Crystal Starr
D-Cup Holiday – J Oldfield; Lu Lu Devine; C Moore; B Hills; Gloria
Duke Of Knockers – Kayla Kleevage; Justa Dream; Nilli Willis; Leann Lovelace
Fast Cars, Fantasy Women – P Price; Penthouse Pets (Penthouse Production)
Floppers – Tammie D; Stevie
Foxy Oil Wrestling – Blondi Bee; Many Others, all sexy and stacked!
Gellorama – Blondi Bee; Many Others, all sexy and stacked!
The Girls Of Tuxxedo Network – Jill; Keisha; Monique; Lauren; Diane;
Caroline; Deb; Others
Golden Nuggets #14: Real Classics #01 – Linda West; Virginia Bell; Roberta
Pedon; Candy Morrison; Penny, Star
Murphy, Carolyn Hall, Elaine Reynolds,
“The Films Of Russell Gay” featuring
Paula Page, “Tit Bits” featuring Gee
Whiz and other unknowns.
Golden Nuggets #18: Real Classics #02 – Joan Brakeman; Gee Whiz; Cupcake
Cassidy; Nancy Brown; Margret Middle-
ton; Janey Reynolds; Virginia Bell in
“Caress”; Paula Page in “I Spy”; Anita
Stein; Linda West; Honey Bee
Golden Nuggets #20: Mishka – Mishka; Chrissi Moore
Golden Nuggets #22: Show Stoppers – Lauren Van Nuys; Chrissi Moore; Bambi;
Brittany
Golden Nuggets #23: Real Classics #03 – Margaret Middleton; Virginia Bell;
June Palmer; Paula Page, Penny and
gal friends, Rosa Delmi, Suzanne
Vegas, Lee Germaine, Busty Brown,
Norma Jean(?).
Huge Ladies: #02 (“Huge Bust Workout”) – J Howard; 5 More
Huge Ladies: #08 (“Double-D Harem”) – B Boobs; Wendy Hart; Cinnamon
Mega Boob Manor – P Wynn; L White; J Hamilton; S Owens; 5 others
Mondo Topless – Darlene Grey; Others (Russ Meyer Productions)
Monumental Knockers: #01 – C Samples; K Natividad; G Reeves; D Jordon
Monumental Knockers: #02 – Host: S Kane; Stars: G Reeves; D Jordon
Satin And Lace – B Trump; Keisha; A Sterling; Penthouse Pets
Secrets Of The Kiss-O-Gram Girls – Pauline Hickey (Zoe); Donna; Others
Strip Teasers: #01 – Various
Summers’ All-Stars – Spring Break Girls
Summers’ Games – Spring Break Girls
Suzie Boobies – Suzie Boobies
Teasin’ And Pleasin’ – Keisha; Blondi; K Lane; M Malendez; D Dahl; T Marie
Topless Dancing Texas Style – Various

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Dominique twitched her bulbous butt and said, “Fuck my asshole! Screw
me! Drill it up my asshole! That’s where I need it. I’d love your
dick in my asshole!”

My cock had long ago crawled into hardness, straining against my
underpants. “One hundred?” I asked. “Ooooh, two hundred, two
hundred!” she gasped back. “One hundred to come on it!” I shouted.
“Done!” she cried. I pulled my pants down to my ankles, grabbed the
stiff pipe in my hand, and with the pre-cum already oozing from it,
cranked my cock over the pale, white virginal assflesh of Dominique.
She spread her cheeks, her crinkly little anal ridges standing up.
Bullseye! A burning jet of cum slammed onto it! She parted her anus
and the cum bubbled there. I came again and again, blobs of the thick
gunk drooped onto her cunt, speckling her ass cheeks. I shut my eyes
and took a deep breath. Another second and I would’ve collapsed right
on top of the whore. I sat in the chair. Dominique daintily rose
from the bed and began to wipe herself on a towel. She winked at me,
and I began to get dressed. I was still as horny as a bull. With the
first load out of the way, the next woman would get it but good. My
prick would pump her pooper for hours before it popped.

Walking the full length of the corridor, and examining all the doors,
I found one I definitely wanted to explore. On the door was the name
“Melody.” Underneath it: “She’ll play a tune with her moon.”

When the door swung open, there she was, a cheerful, naughty brunette
with olive green eyes and a pouty red-lipped smirk. Her hair was dark
brown and reached her shoulders. She was lounging in her bed, wearing
a silky white lace bra and sheer white silk panties. She winked and
motioned for me to sit in the chair near the bed.

“Let me hear your story,” I said.

“I have no story, Monsieur,” she said. “Only a song.”

And with that, she got on her stomach, arched her pert buns into the
air, and while looking at me and smiling so charmingly, she proceeded
to let out four melodious farts, the last held with all the poignancy
of a violin.

“That was the opening to…an Irish song. ‘Oh Danny boy’ wasn’t it?”

She nodded her head. She placed both hands on her delicate buttocks
and, with some concentration, proceeded to play virtually the entire
tune.

…End of the part4. To be continued..

My turn to fly the Atlanta run came up one Thursday. I usually
got to the field after work, about two hours before the cargo
would be ready in Miami, and had “dinner” — which is stretching
the term, from the vending machines in the lounge. The coffee
machine, it was said, served a dual purpose, dispensing battery
acid for the aircraft as well as slaking the thirsts of the
pilots. That night, as I approached the machine, with quarter in
hand, a voice said “I’ll trade you some real coffee and the best
pastrami sandwich in town for a ride to Atlanta.” The invitation
came from a short blond named Alma, a “primary student” in our
parlance: one who was training for her private pilot license.
She produced a picnic basket, a large thermos and an inviting
smile. “OK,”`I said, “but I’ll have to call Miami and get a
weight for the cargo, first.” “For reference, Captain,” she
said, “I’m 112, pounds, soaking wet.”

Actually, the “cargo weight” issue was only a ploy. If I didn’t
particularly feel like company on a given evening, it was easier
to decline a request on “weight and balance” grounds. It also
aided some rather subtle gender discrimination: it was amazing
how often we had room for a 130 pound woman and not a 180 pound
guy.

For Alma, however the weight and balance problem was resolved
when she first asked for the ride: she had mischievous blue
eyes, a button nose, and pert breasts, not well-contained by a
Harley-Davidson T-Shirt. I had heard from one of the instructors
that she was a serious, bright student with the goal — and
apparently the talent — to achieve an airline career.

At the ‘phone, I checked the weather. The short hop from Opa
Locka to Miami was no sweat. It was “VFR” — the initials for
“visual flight rules,” that permitted flying when the visibility
was greater than 3 miles and the cloud ceiling greater than 1000
feet. The rest of the route was another story, however. Atlanta
was reporting a 500 foot broken ceiling, sky obscured, visibility
of two miles, forecast to drop to 200 feet and a half-mile in
rain and fog. The enroute conditions were free of thunderstorms,
but ceilings along the route were low, typically 300-1000 feet.
The ride would be smooth, but definitely “IFR” — Instrument
Flight Rules –requiring a suitably instrumented airplane and a
pilot holding the coveted “instrument rating — which I had
acquired from eight-months of flying with a hood over my head,
alongside a sadistic instructor who would simulate every sort of
system failure known to man. I filed our flight plan for Atlanta,
…End of the part2. To be continued..

I looked back down and the slim creature pulled the waistband of
her underwear out so I could see her bush, gleaming wetly. Then
she turned on her cruise control, made sure the wheels were
straight, then let go of the steering wheel to grab the sides of
her panties and jerk them down past her shapely hips. She
grabbed the wheel with one hand, working the frilly nothings the
rest of the way off with the other. Now her gorgeous pussy was
fully exposed to my view. Not needing her feet for the pedals,
she turned slightly sideways and put her right leg across the
seat, spreading her cunt wide for me. Her hand reached down and
opened the lips, showing me her shiny clit protruding from the
slit. Her eyes were on the road as she exposed herself to me,
her hand busily jamming two fingers into her dripping hole.

She drew her slick fingers out of her hot pussy and encircled her
clit again, flicking it back and forth. Her fingers flew faster
and faster in her quim and her driving became erratic. I knew
this was getting dangerous so I touched my horn to get her
attention. She looked up at me with glassy eyes and I pointed to
myself, then at her, then off to the side of the road.

She looked thoughtful for a minute, then nodded and beckoned me
to follow her. She floored her convertible and pulled ahead. I
hoped fervently that none of the Georgia Patrol were around right
now. I pressed on the gas to keep up with the horny doll and we
soon passed 90 mph.

Two exits passed, then I saw her turn signal as she took the
offramp. The blonde barely slowed at the intersection. We were
on a deserted tree-lined backroad that reminded me of Gone with
the Wind scenery. After about four miles, she indicated a left
turn and pulled off on to a dirt road that led into the trees. A
hundred yards or so in, she came to a stop in the shade of a huge
old oak tree and hopped out. I pulled in behind her as she sat
on the trunk of her car. I had a real shit-eating grin on my
face as I went up to her.

I started to ask her name, but she clapped her hand to my lips
and shook her head vigorously. She lay back on the hot trunk lid
and spread her legs, pulling her skirt up as she went. I looked
down into her lovely cunt, still dripping with her juices. I
grabbed her cunt hair in my fist and shook it gently. She moaned
softly. I propped my knees on the bumper and put my face in her
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Cock of the Air Chester Morris, Billie Dove

Coed Fever (X) Multiple spankers, spankees: P, B

? Collegians, The 20’s series

Color Me Amber (X) Two scenes: ?: H, B;
?, Colleen Brennan: H, B

? Confessions of a Nymphomaniac ?

Confessions of a Sorority Girl SEE Sorority Girl

* Congress Dances (1931) ?: C, D, ABT

* Congress Dances (1955) Raoul Retzer, Johanna Matz: C, ABT

? Count Three and Pray Van Heflin, Joanne Woodward

* Country Music Daughter SEE Nashville Girl

Cowboy and the Blonde, The George Montgomery, Mary Beth Hughes

? Crash Donovan Misidentified?

Crazy Quilt Tom Rosqui, Ina Mela

* Cross My Heart Sonny Tufts, Betty Hutton: H, OTK

? Cruel Passion ?

* Cul-de-Sac Lionel Stander, Francoise Dorleac:
St, D, W

* Curse of the Cat People T

* Cutting It Short Jiri Schmitzer, Magda Vasaryova:
Rubber Hose, D, W

Daddy’s Darling Daughters Paul Thomas, Nikki Charm: H, B

* Dance of the Vampires Alfie Bass, Sharon Tate: H, OTK
[107 minute version]

* Dangerous Love ?: H, W

…End of the part6. To be continued..

Campus Carmen ?

? Campus Rhythm ?

* Cannibal Women in the Avocado Karen Mistal: T
Jungle of Death

? Captain January Guy Kibbee, Shirley Temple: JF

Captain’s Kid, The May Robson, Sybil Jason: JF

* Captain Lightfoot Rock Hudson, Barbara Rush:
H, OTK, W

* Captain’s Paradise, The Alec Guinness, Yvonne De Carlo:
1, H

? Casanova ?

* Cattle Annie and Little Britches Rod Steiger, Amanda Plummer: H, W

* Cause of Divorce: Love O. W. Fischer, Dany Robin: S, OFF

* Cave of Memories SEE Honeycomb

* Champagne for Caesar Ronald Colman, Celeste Holm:
HB, OFF

? Change of Heart (1943) SEE Hit Parade of 1943

Charge of the Light Brigade Trevor Howard, Jill Bennett
(1968)

* Che? SEE Diary of Forbidden Dreams

Cheer Boys Cheer Peter Coke, Nova Pilbeam

* Cherry Picker, The ?, Lulu: H

Cheyenne Wildcat Bill Elliott, Robert Blake: JM

Children’s Hour, The James Garner, ?: 1, J

* Cincinnati Kid, The Steve McQueen, Ann-Margret: 1, H

…End of the part5. To be continued..

Part 3

Though easy to screw, sheep are stupid. You can’t develop a mean-
ingful relationship with a sheep; hence, the notorious promiscuity af shep-
herds. The animal that demands personalized cuddling and which returns aff-
ection with an excellent fuck is a pig.

The pig-fucker must enter the sty casually, like cruising at a party,
as if getting laid were the last thing on his mind. He must greet each sow
and give a scratch or two. Once he has chosen one, he must devote full at-
tention to her. He kneels on one side and scratches behind ears and down the
snout with one hand while the other hand scratches along the back and sides
until reaching the tail, at which point the first hand works back and sides
while the other hand goes under the tail to rim the cunt. Thorough court-
ship involves finger-fucking to assure the sow is ready.

Meanwhile, the pig-screwer must gently ease the sow into a corner of
the pen, thus to inhibit her lateral movement. Any movements she can make will
be agreeable fore-and-aft motions. Once she is cornered and finger-fucked into
readiness, the biker inserts his rod. However, he must not slacken his
caresses. If the sow thinks she’s being taken for granted, she will sit down.
And if the other sows see that, you’ll never get screwed in that pigsty. A
pig will not cooperate with a fucker who thinks she’s too easy.

A pig is an even better piece than a sheep, and a well-fucked sow
will grunt appreciatively. Opinions differ, though, on whether a pig is best
of all. One ancient declared wistfully, in his impotent dotage, that “I’ve
fucked just about everything, but I always liked pussy best.” Asked about
“second best,” he replied at once: “A chicken.”

The old man knew his fucking. If a pig isn’t second best, a chicken
is. A hen doesn’t need much petting, but she does need to be talked to. Some
authorities view this talk as like that used on those women who will be
divested of garments and shagged in every position as long as the word “sex”
is never uttered. Others view it as the “sweet nothings” that add their own
dimension to getting laid. Either way, you’ve got to talk to a chicken.

The approach begins with the chicken-fucker getting down on all fours
to establish eye contact (while avoiding inadvertent hand contact with chick-
en shit), and saying “kuh-kuh-kuh.” That’s the basic line, but it can be
varied to “keh-keh-keh” or “kee-kee-kee,” if uttered in tones of sincere
passion and devotion. Don’t, however, say “chickey-chickey-chickey,” for
that’s how farmers call chickens. To a chicken, it sounds like an order, which
is a turn-off.

Once a chicken comes close and begins to respond to the small talk, a
hand goes under its breast and belly and the hen is lifted up. Once its feet
lose purchase, a chicken will sit still. However, the chicken-fucker must keep
talking as he gets his cock into place. Don’t be offended by the thought that
a chicken’s asshole and its cunt are functionally the same aperture, of which
only one is provided. The chicken isn’t going to apologize for it, and cer-
tainly, among humankind, the former has been taken for the latter often
enough and the fucker never the wiser.

As with a porcupine, a chicken must be screwed carefully. Even allow-
ing for the exaggeration of bike-club boasting, your average Rhode Island Red
can’t accommodate more than half the average biker’s cock, a Leghorn no more
than a third. However, as anyone who has watched an egg being laid knows,
that half or third can enjoy some extraordinary hospitality.

The old fucker quoted earlier added a note on how chicken-screwing
could be elevated to the sublime. “Just as you go off,” said he, “you cut its
throat. That last, dying quiver…” This refinement presents the biker with a
dismaying choice. To cut the throat of the chicken he has spoken to so in-
timately, the hen he has cultivated so carefully, seems to border on murder;
to kill for mere lust seems gross beyond mention. Yet, one has not properly
fucked a chicken unless one goes all the way.

Rural tradition did not view the matter as morally reprehensible.
Usually, when the family got home from church, the farmwife sent a twelvish
son to fetch a chicken for Sunday dinner. Son fucked the chicken before
killing it, and enjoyed the dying quiver as a concomitant to obeying his
mother’s orders. The biker, then, can resolve the moral dilemma simply by
taking the chicken along for roasting over the campfire. Any further doubts
can be obviated by recalling that to spare the chicken may only mean its
ultimate delivery into the fatal custody of Colonel Sanders.

In cutting the chicken’s throat, the knife should be placed behind
the neck and directed forward and down. To cut from under and upward may
result in a faceful of chicken blood that severely distracts from that ex-
quisite dying quiver. If buddies help, they can see to the cutting while
the fucker concentrates on the quiver.

More could be said, of course, but as most readers hereof will be
novices at animal-fucking, they should concentrate on mastering the funda-
mentals outlined here before attempting creative variations. Even the ele-
mentary level of animal-fucking will provide the cuntless biker’s rigid
stroker with solace superior to that available from a grimy hand.

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28.accepted an invitation to watch and you went?

29.searched for the G-spot and found it?

30.accidentally entered a public restroom of the opposite gender and been
offered sex?

31.posed as a model for purposes of erotic, pornographic or sexually
explicit art?

32.been late to work, class or an appointment because you were
involved in sexual activity?

33.drank blood?

34.had sexual activity simultaneously with both (or however many) siblings
(not your own)?

35.complimented someone on their taste?

36.Have you a tattoo in an intimate location?

37.have you a tattoo normally concealed by your pubic hair?

38.had spreadable food put on you and eaten, or licked off?

39.used a vibrator for sexual stimulation?

40.been distraught because one of your animal friends with whom you enjoyed
having sex died?

41.tasted or eaten shit or unrine?

42.tied someone up and shown them to others?

43.been bound and had someone whip you?

44.had your (other) lips pierced (or penis)?

45.had sex with a person who was asleep and that person didn’t wake up?

46.slept through sexual activity (being done to you)?

47.fucked on a first date with a female?

48.fucked on a first date with a male?

49.fucked in a place of religion?
…End of the part3. To be continued..

Hermes: The original cause of death is carnal desire.

Sex is a thing of bodies, not of souls.

Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and
your life lasts only until it reaches you.

Aldous Huxley: The energy created by sexual restraint is the
motive power which makes it possible for us to conceive desirable
ends, and to think out the means for realizing them.

Kant: First, it is man’s duty to raise himself out of his animal
nature.
The end of humanity in respect to sexuality is to preserve
the species without debasing the person.

Thomas a Kempis: Spiritual comforts exceed all the delights of
the world and all pleasures of the flesh.

E. Luckla, Eros: Sexuality and love are opposed principles.

Lucanus: We should not have sexual connection for the sake of
pleasure, but only for the sake of begetting good children.

Sign above Carl Jung’s door: Summoned or not, God will be there.

P. Mantegazza, The Physiology of Love): We have never see
…End of the part3. To be continued..

Part 3

Though easy to screw, sheep are stupid. You can’t develop a mean-
ingful relationship with a sheep; hence, the notorious promiscuity af shep-
herds. The animal that demands personalized cuddling and which returns aff-
ection with an excellent fuck is a pig.

The pig-fucker must enter the sty casually, like cruising at a party,
as if getting laid were the last thing on his mind. He must greet each sow
and give a scratch or two. Once he has chosen one, he must devote full at-
tention to her. He kneels on one side and scratches behind ears and down the
snout with one hand while the other hand scratches along the back and sides
until reaching the tail, at which point the first hand works back and sides
while the other hand goes under the tail to rim the cunt. Thorough court-
ship involves finger-fucking to assure the sow is ready.

Meanwhile, the pig-screwer must gently ease the sow into a corner of
the pen, thus to inhibit her lateral movement. Any movements she can make will
be agreeable fore-and-aft motions. Once she is cornered and finger-fucked into
readiness, the biker inserts his rod. However, he must not slacken his
caresses. If the sow thinks she’s being taken for granted, she will sit down.
And if the other sows see that, you’ll never get screwed in that pigsty. A
pig will not cooperate with a fucker who thinks she’s too easy.

A pig is an even better piece than a sheep, and a well-fucked sow
will grunt appreciatively. Opinions differ, though, on whether a pig is best
of all. One ancient declared wistfully, in his impotent dotage, that “I’ve
fucked just about everything, but I always liked pussy best.” Asked about
“second best,” he replied at once: “A chicken.”

The old man knew his fucking. If a pig isn’t second best, a chicken
is. A hen doesn’t need much petting, but she does need to be talked to. Some
authorities view this talk as like that used on those women who will be
divested of garments and shagged in every position as long as the word “sex”
is never uttered. Others view it as the “sweet nothings” that add their own
dimension to getting laid. Either way, you’ve got to talk to a chicken.

The approach begins with the chicken-fucker getting down on all fours
to establish eye contact (while avoiding inadvertent hand contact with chick-
en shit), and saying “kuh-kuh-kuh.” That’s the basic line, but it can be
varied to “keh-keh-keh” or “kee-kee-kee,” if uttered in tones of sincere
passion and devotion. Don’t, however, say “chickey-chickey-chickey,” for
that’s how farmers call chickens. To a chicken, it sounds like an order, which
is a turn-off.

Once a chicken comes close and begins to respond to the small talk, a
hand goes under its breast and belly and the hen is lifted up. Once its feet
lose purchase, a chicken will sit still. However, the chicken-fucker must keep
talking as he gets his cock into place. Don’t be offended by the thought that
a chicken’s asshole and its cunt are functionally the same aperture, of which
only one is provided. The chicken isn’t going to apologize for it, and cer-
tainly, among humankind, the former has been taken for the latter often
enough and the fucker never the wiser.

As with a porcupine, a chicken must be screwed carefully. Even allow-
ing for the exaggeration of bike-club boasting, your average Rhode Island Red
can’t accommodate more than half the average biker’s cock, a Leghorn no more
than a third. However, as anyone who has watched an egg being laid knows,
that half or third can enjoy some extraordinary hospitality.

The old fucker quoted earlier added a note on how chicken-screwing
could be elevated to the sublime. “Just as you go off,” said he, “you cut its
throat. That last, dying quiver…” This refinement presents the biker with a
dismaying choice. To cut the throat of the chicken he has spoken to so in-
timately, the hen he has cultivated so carefully, seems to border on murder;
to kill for mere lust seems gross beyond mention. Yet, one has not properly
fucked a chicken unless one goes all the way.

Rural tradition did not view the matter as morally reprehensible.
Usually, when the family got home from church, the farmwife sent a twelvish
son to fetch a chicken for Sunday dinner. Son fucked the chicken before
killing it, and enjoyed the dying quiver as a concomitant to obeying his
mother’s orders. The biker, then, can resolve the moral dilemma simply by
taking the chicken along for roasting over the campfire. Any further doubts
can be obviated by recalling that to spare the chicken may only mean its
ultimate delivery into the fatal custody of Colonel Sanders.

In cutting the chicken’s throat, the knife should be placed behind
the neck and directed forward and down. To cut from under and upward may
result in a faceful of chicken blood that severely distracts from that ex-
quisite dying quiver. If buddies help, they can see to the cutting while
the fucker concentrates on the quiver.

More could be said, of course, but as most readers hereof will be
novices at animal-fucking, they should concentrate on mastering the funda-
mentals outlined here before attempting creative variations. Even the ele-
mentary level of animal-fucking will provide the cuntless biker’s rigid
stroker with solace superior to that available from a grimy hand.

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