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Archive-name Miscellrdippers93

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: River Dippers …

ABOUT RIVER DIPPERS
SACRAMENTO FREE BEACH ORGANIZATION
Affiliated with The Naturist Society

River Dippers, started in 1979, is a non-profit organization
dedicated to sharing information about ‘free beaches’ (those places
where people are free to wear as much or as little as they please)
located in central and northern California. River Dippers also host a
variety of social events for our members.

River Dippers welcome all who share our open enjoyment of sun,
breeze, water, and good people in natural, outdoor settings,
unbothered by clothing. We are affiliated with the national free
beach organization, The Naturist Society.

OUR ACTIVITIES

We participate in a wide variety of activities throughout the
year; Seasonal Parties and Potlucks, Monthly Meetings, Skinny-Skiing,
National Nude Weekend, National Naturist Association Gatherings, Nude
Hiking and Backpacking, Canuding, Nude Cruises (through River Dippers
Cruises), Nude Christmas Caroling, Visits to Naturist Clubs and
Resorts, Body Painting, and more. We also hold informal monthly
meetings to discuss and plan upcoming events

SKINNY-DIPPING GUIDESHEETS

We have a five-page set of guidesheets available. Some of the
best skinny-dipping streams, rivers, and lakes in central and northern
California are shown. Places where skinny-dipping and nude sunbathing
are locally accepted and, indeed, the preferred way to visit nature
(in the outfit she issued you). Just send $2 in a self-addressed
stamped envelope (SASE) to us, regardless of whether you order our
newsletter or not.

OUR NEWSLETTER

Our quarterly newsletter keeps free beachers informed on
skinny-dipping locations and changes, on current activities in the
nude recreation movement (national, state, and local), and on
occasions when fellow River Dippers may wish to share a beach or other
activities together. Our intent is to keep organization and formality
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Rod Sandy At The Beach

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

Sandy and Rod were enjoying thier first outing in a long time, wandering
along the beach in genial conversation, watching the seabirds skip and
dive for fish.
Rod fell back a ways, enjoying the view as Sandy’s pert little ass
wagged as she walked. He had always enjoyed her company, but these days
he was constantly preoccupied with her body whenever they got together.
He wanted her very badly, but she had never paid the slightest bit of
attention to any of his advances.
Suddenly they came upon a cleft in the rock. Rod was still behind her,
and bumped into her as she stopped suddenly.
Wondering what was up, he looked over her shoulder – and almost fell
over with surprise! Down in the crag, another couple had spread some
blankets out, and were fucking like crazy!
From this vantage point, the view was great, and they could easily see
the man’s turgid shaft, shiny with the woman’s juices, slipping easily and
rapidly into her soaking cunt.
After watching for a bit (and getting incredibly turned-on by this
surprise performance), Rod glanced at Sandy – and was stricken dumb again!
She stood there mesmurized by the sight, lips slightly parted in passion,
as her fingers, seemingly of thier own accord, slid her shorts and panties
aside, and started massaging her pussy!
Poor Rod wasn’t sure what to do! Here was his friend, whom he’d always
thought a bit of a prude, standing in the wide open, rubbing her cunt in
the open air for all to see, while watching another couple getting it on!
Never one to let opportunity pass, Rod moved behind her, wrapped his
arms around her, placing one hand over hers on her cunt and wrapping the
other under her rib-cage, he whispered gently that she ought to sit down
and get comfortable, and gently bumped the back of her knees, easing her
down.
Glancing about to see that they were now more-or-less secluded, he
worked one hand under her tight T-shirt, and began fondling her firm,
round breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and as he started pinching
them, her legs parted. Taking his cue, he worked his middle finger into
her sopping snatch, smearing her juices around ans over her clit, which he
then proceeded to stroke lighty.
Suddenly she seemed to break out of her spell and realize what was going
on. She almost seemed ready to protest, but the feeling of Rod’s hand on
her cunt quickly changed her mind. Reaching back and grabbing his cock
through his shorts, she turned to face Rod. “I want to feel this thing
inside me”, she said to him in a husky voice.
“Sure thing babe”, he said, “but first I want a taste of your creamy
cunt!”, and so saying, he manoevered around her, worked her shorts and
panties off, and drove his tongue into her twat.
Swirling his tongue around, he sucked her steamy juices out greedily,
his lips massaging her lips while his tongue made occasional passes ovr
her clit. In no time at all, she was cumming, squeezing his head in her
thighs, as ograsm wracked her body.
When finally her climax subsided, she lifted Rod’s head, looked him dead
in the eye, and said, “That was wonderful, but I want to feel your COCK in
my cunt… NOW!”
Seeing the hunger in her eyes, Rod was only too willing to oblige.
Crawling atop her, he placed his cock at her opening and pushed gently…
Then suddenly she dug her fingernails into his ass, pushing him into her
forcefully! Her mouth hungrily sought his, and she was squirming beneath
him like an eel out of water!
Rod finally got that she was really out for a ride, so he started
fucking her with long, hard, fast strokes, his cock stiff as a board while
her tight pussy made squishy noises with each driving stroke.
Disengaging her mouth for a moment, she cried, “That’s it, you stud!
Fuck me! Pinch my tits! Drive that cock into me! I LOVE IT!!!”
With her cunt clutching his tool like a vice, Rod knew that he wouldn’t
be able to hang on much longer, so he redoubled his efforts to fuck her
fast and furious. Apparently this was what she needed, for with
animalistic groans, she suddenly threw her legs aroung him and started
cumming voilently, her cunt pinching hard on his shaft, and her pussy
gushing juices.
This was all Rod could take, and he drove deeply into her and began
spurting his own juices.
When finally it was all over, they lie together recapturing thier
breath, when Sandy said, “What’s that?” Looking down, they saw the other
couple, whom they had been watching, looking up at them – and aplauding!

Archive-name Miscelljerichotxt

Sunday, December 9th, 2007

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Jericho Joy

As they collapsed, ringingly, to the bed, she nuzzled
the warmth of his elusive armpit and sussurrated with the
ecstasy of his glorious odor. “Baby,” she cried out to his
middleaged mass, “infant, child, sexually immature
Homo Sapiens!”
Aroused, he nibbled the fresh sweet hair between her newest
toes. “Oh, how I long for the days when I could gaze hungrily
into your unblinking third eye and be presented with a gift
of mucus!” He attached himself like a schnauzer with lockjaw
to her inner thigh and sucked the marrow from her lust-
crazed bones.
She ran her remaining fingers over the chitinous exoskeleton
of his collapsible love-stick, shifting him into third. Panting
with pleasure, he sniffed her unpulchritudinous vestigial
milk bottles. “Sweetheart, saccharine blood pump, tongue-nerve-
exciting fleshy blood-soaked hydraulic thing, no one, not
even the rain, has such small glands.”
Her blood seething with desire, she sank her angry yellow teeth
into the cartilage of his nose. Nearing his climax, he extruded
a tuning fork from his lower abdomen. As she plonked his G-string,
musical instruments at last sprouted from his erect, bleeding
earlobe. Crying out in pure, bloodthirsty joy, she blew
his trumpet three times.

And the walls came.

Archive-name Miscellguideamvtxt

Thursday, November 1st, 2007

Archive-author: Dirty Bob
Archive-title: A Reader’s Guide to Amateur Videos – Vol. I

(coming soon in Video XCitement Magazine!)

I contacted most of the main advertisers in a recent issue (#24) to obtain
information for this Guide. Most responded promptly. Some sent samples. Only
a few did not bother to respond–and they are listed as such! I wonder why…?
As you can see, I did not ask for too much information–just the basics. I
wanted to help those of you new to buying this type of video get an idea of what
all is available. Hopefully, it will do the job. If it helps, great!

Preview
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…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellcarpentrtxt

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

Archive-author: Neil Bernstein
Archive-title: John the Carpenter’s Tale

(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
…End of the part1. To be continued..