This section of the test deals with whether you have done things with
people whom you may not be altogether comfortable, therefore in this
section of the test, if you are mostly a:
– heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the
word “someone” or “partner”, is to be someone of your
OWN gender.
– homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the
word “someone” or “partner”, is someone of the
OPPOSITE gender.
– 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often
referred to by the word “someone” or “partner”, is to
be someone of your OWN gender.

Have you ever done any of the following:
238. held hands or otherwise displayed public affection?
239. kissed someone on the lips?
240. french kissed someone?
241. necked?
242. petted?
243. received manual sex?
244. given manual sex?
245. received oral sex?
246. given oral sex?
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_______________________________________________________________________________
THE UNISEX, OMNISEXUAL
P U R I T Y T E S T
_______________________________________________________________________________
Version 3.5A (400)
Final Release
13-Apr-1985
_______________________________________________________________________________
Public domain; no copyright. All rights wronged, all wrongs reversed. Up with
going down. The risen flesh commands: let there be love. Murphy’s law on sex:
Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter of physics. Chaste makes waste.
Virginity can be cured.
This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense Advanced Research
Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force Avionics Laboratory.
The views and conclusions contained in this document should not be interpreted
as representing the official policies, either expressed or implied, of the
Defense Advanced Projects Agency or the US Government. Neither should it be
interpreted nor inferred that the authors/contributors have actually performed
any of the actions contained herein.
_______________________________________________________________________________
N O T I C E
Disclaimer of Liability
The user of this test acknowledges, understands, and agrees that sex is a
hazardous sport; that a person must copulate in control, and use good judgement
at all times; that their partner’s condition vary constantly and are greatly
affected by weather changes and previous use, that dirty sheets, variations in
terrain and bed surfaces, spouses/pimps/managers, forest growth, rocks and
debris, clothed obstacles, and many other natural and man-made obstacles and
hazards, including other users and customers, exist throughout the bedroom
area. Personal managers (pimps/spouses) and sado-masochistic operations and
equipment are constantly in use and may be hazardous to customers not
copulating in control. Impotence, collisions, and social diseases resulting in
injury can happen at any time, even to customers copulating in control with
proper sexual equipment. Inherent and other risks are part of the sport and
exist in your partner. As a condition of being permitted to use the facilities
of your sex object, the user of the partner agrees to copulate in control and
within the limits of his/her ability and further acknowledges and accepts these
hazards, dangers, and risks and assumes the risk of injury or loss to person or
damage to property which might result from the customer’s use of the partner’s
facilities.
As a further condition of being permitted to use the facilities of your
partner, the customer understands and agrees (1) that in the event of a
transfer of use by another or anything else in the management’s opinion is
misconduct, misuse, kinky, impotence, or nuisance, this service may be revoked
without refund; (2) that the partner is the property of the harem and, upon
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II.

Have you:

56. Had sex while drunk or high?
57. Had sex with more than 1 person since you began having sex?
58. Had sex with more than 10 people since you began having sex?
59. Had sex with more than 1 person at a time?
60. Had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour period?
61. Had sex with a virgin?
62. Had sex with someone younger than 15?
63. Had sex with someone older than 25?
64. Had sex with someone whose last name you didn’t know?
65. Had sex with other people in the house/area (dorms included)?
66. Had sex with other people watching?
67. Had sex in anything other than the missionary position?
68. Had sex more than 3 times in one night/day?
69. ‘d?
70. Had a man come in your mouth?
71. Had sex in a car?
72. Had sex in an airplane?
73. Had sex in an elevator?
74. Had sex in your own house?
75. Had sex in a public place?
76. Had sex under 3 feet of water?
77. Had sex on the first date?
78. Had sex with most of your clothes on?
79. Had sex without birth control? (you dumbfuck!)
80. Had sex to get something (a job, drugs, etc)?
81. Had sex while tied down? (The Amy Baxter ACK! Contest Winning Question)
82. Hired someone for sex?
83. Forced someone to have sex?
84. Been forced to have sex?
85. Participated in S & M?
86. Engaged in transvesticism?
87. Engaged in “Golden Showers”?
88. Thought you or your partner was pregnant?
89. Had an abortion (or has your partner)?
90. Gotten VD?

III.

Have you ever performed sexual acts:

91. While being filmed or photographed?
92. With someone more than 5 years younger than you?
93. With someone more than 10 years older than you?
94. With someone of your own sex?
95. With a relative?
96. With an animal?
97. With an inanimate object?
98. With a human vegetable?
99. With a retarded person?
100. With a dead person? (Anyone answering YES to this question deserves an
automatic ZERO for their score.)

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Shaved versus “natural” looks. This is a matter of taste (pun
intended). Pussies shaved bare are very sensitive and sensual, especially
once you begin to get things wet with your tounge. You can also trim her
bush for her, which by the way, is a great turn on for her, and shows her
how delicate and gentle you can be. If you can’t convince her to shave
it all off, try buying her a swimsuit that is very narrowly cut down the
front. She’ll likely shave so she can wear the suit. If neither of you
wants her shaved bare, make it a part of your foreplay to keep her bush
trimmed neatly.

Trimming her bush is best done with a pair of small scissors with
the points rounded (or covered with adhesive tape). Using a comb, comb
through her hair gently to remove tangles first. Now, with a towel under
her, you can trim for length. Start out long, so that you don’t leave her
bush a mass of short, bristly stubble that will irriate. This is
espcially important between her legs. If her hair curls next to her
labia, cut the hair about half way through the curl, so that it doesn’t
stick straight out. If you want to shape her bush, say into a heart,
trim the outline first, before you cut the length. That way, you won’t
thin too much hair out and leave bare or thin spots.

If you are going to shave her, be sure to have a good CLEAN safety
razor, a NEW blade (less irritation and fewer nicks), soap or shave
cream, some tissue paper (for any minor nicks), and skin cream or oil for
afterwards. Shaving her pussy will be a job much like shaving your own
face, except that you’ll be working in a far more sensitive area and more
difficult too.

Begin by trimming her bush short, then laying a warm washcloth on
her while you prepare the soap. Leave her bush damp and lather, being
sure that you clean off her slit and clit so you can protect them later.
Keep the skin taut, and with a warm, wet razor, made light, even strokes.
Use your own finger to protect any potentially sensitive area from being
nicked. If you should see a cut, put a small piece of dry tissue on it
to let it stop bleeding and then continue shaving her. Holding her legs
wide, one at a time will help. Once you have shaved her mons, and around
her vaginal slit, complete the job by carefully shaving around her anus
too. All done? Good, now take the skin oil or cream (which you should
have set in some warm water), and massage that into her freshly shaved
skin.

Either way, trimming or shaving her will normally have her nerves
just slightly on edge, and the touch of your hands will cause her to
become aroused. Often, just trimming her bush will cause her to produce a
thick, white cream as you comb, tease, and trim around her most sensitive
areas. And, she can seldom resist keeping her hands from exploring your
handiwork. Let her see and feel it, and tell her she is beautiful.

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Dedicated to the Ladies

I can’t help it. I love eating a girl’s pussy. If the lady in
question has a nice pussy, I’ll lick her until my jaws ache and my tounge
is ready to fall off. I just love it.

Why? Because, I enjoy watching her reactions while I explore her
most sensitive areas. Eating pussy well involves more than just your
tounge and her pussy too. It involves the rest of her, and a certain
attitude you project to your woman. The attitude is simple, so we’ll
tackle that first.

Some guys have the attitude that once she’s wet, she’s ready, and
they move on to intercourse. This misses the point. The point isn’t to
“get her ready”, but rather, to give her pleasure. If you have an
attitude that says to a woman “I want to make you feel good”, she’ll
enjoy it more, and what you spend in time and effort on her, she’ll
return to you later.

This brings us to “how do I do it?” Simple. Do anything that comes
to mind, but without hurrying. Take your time and tease. Don’t rush her
to an orgasm. If you’ve already buried your tounge between her legs,
then begin thinking about other parts of your bodies. Use your hands.
While you’re there, your hands can caress her thighs, calves, feet (if
she’s not ticklish), or her stomach, sides, belly, etc. If you have long
hair, lightly draw it over some sensitive area, such as her inner thighs.

The actual act usually concentrates on her vagina and clitoris. Now,
if you’re paying attention to her reactions, you’ll notice that constant
clitoral licking won’t get the job done. Spend anywhere from 15 to 45
seconds on her clit, then move around. Circle the clit with your tounge
tip, lightly, and then follow the folds of her labia down to her
entrance. Spend some time using your lips to play with her pussy-lips,
and then work your way back to her clit. This will allow you to taste
her, and coat your tounge with her wonderfully slippery juices, which
aids in creating the sensations on her clit.

Personally, I’ve found the area between the outer folds of her labia
and the tops of her thighs to be incredibly sensitive. This little “no-
man’s-land” area is often overlooked. Before diving in, slowly and gently
kiss and lick this area, teasing her by getting closer and closer on one
side, and just when she expects you to “go for it”, start all over on the
other side. This same idea can be prolonged even more by starting with
her inner thighs, just above her knees and working your way up, nipping
her skin with your lips lightly as you alternate from thigh to thigh.
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Bring your palm up to the top of the glans and park it there flat
out, fingers held together and stiff, thumb pointed straight out.
Spin it around as if you were trying desperately to remove the
tight lid of a jar. Your man will be groaning in delicious
agony. The glans is super sensitive and this motion will bring
him exquisite pleasure. He might grimace and cry out, and proba-
bly try to push your hand away, but he’s loving every second of
it. Now’s your chance to be the one who plows ahead even though
he’s pleading with you to stop!

After you’ve done this for a while, slip your hand down his
testicles and ever-so-gently grab them in your fingers, softly
tugging them down away from his shaft. If they are big and
bulky, like Grade AA eggs, bounce them up and down a couple of
times in your hand. Tell him how heavy they feel, how sexy they
are. Whatever you do, don’t squeeze them! This could put a real
damper on your lovemaking for the rest of the day. You might
notice that one of his nuts hangs lower than the other. This is
perfectly normal. Once you feel comfortable with the way his
balls feel in your hand, gently roll them up the underside of his
shaft. Depending on their size and the amount of room in the
scrotum, they will most likely reach to half way of his penis.
He will like the way this feels.

Now, let go of his testicles and bring your fingers together in a
makeshift goosehead formation. Very lightly, begin to stroke his
erection with your fingers, running them all over his sensitive
shaft and balls. You may wish to slip the pocket of your goose-
head handhold over the tip of his penis, letting it rest there
for a few seconds.

About this time, the penis will probably start to emit its natu-
ral lubricant. Pre-seminal fluid is nature’s way of moistening
the canal of the urethra so that the spermatozoa can swim more
easily out of it; it also lubricates the head of the penis. An
uncircumcised penis gathers up this lubricant within the foreskin
and keeps the head very moist and slick. Use the juice to lubri-
cate the shaft. Sometimes, its musky smell can be an aromatic
aphrodisiac for you both.

If there is little or no pre-cum, don’t be concerned. It is not
a requirement, and it doesn’t always appear at exactly the same
time.
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Another Great You-Can-Be-A- file from Brutus Maccabee!
(c) July 11, 1988 {8th day of the Tour de France}

Ok, you’re a normal guy with normal needs. Your girlfriend won’t put out; you
don’t have enough for a whore. Pornos and Playboy just don’t cut it anymore.
You want real live sexual activity before you. Fucking the Dead is one way.
(Someone wrote a file on that didn’t they?) But this way maggots don’t eat your
cock off while you’re a-fucking.
If you live in a large building on a high floor, peeping should be no problem.
All you need to do is find a careless neighbor anywhere in your view from your
window. A young couple who still go at it and walk around the house naked a lot
are prime specimens.
A pre-peeping idea:
Try to carry groceries up for the wife while the husband is at
work. Then while she is going back downstairs, open the shades
in the bedroom and open the window in the bathroom. If they are
careless enough then you should get a good show that night.
Or, try any way to get into the apartment. If you are young and
innocent looking say you are taking some poll or survey. Then do
the thing with the blinds and get ready.
If you’re into illegal shit, why not just break in? And if you
have electronic equipment, set up some cameras in the bedroom or
bathroom or wherever. Also, bug the place to get the full audio
as well.
Ok, you’re ready to peep. At night, if they have the lights on and you have the
lights off, they can’t see your ass at all. Just get out the binoculars and
peep to your hearts content. Of course, when they turn out the lights you
can’t see shit, but they won’t turn them off right away know what I mean? And
they never turn off the bathroom light so if she is a habitual showerer…get
going. If the building they live in is close enough to yours you don’t even
need binoculars. But if you do need them, focus them beforehand because they
are a bitch to focus in the dark. Kitchens are good places to look as well,
because I have found that after a good fuck the wife usually comes out for a
drink and doesn’t bother to re-dress, and the light from the refrigerator
makes her show up very nicely.
Another good place to peep is at the beach. Some of the girls there have so
little on that they’re better than naked because it holds all the flesh in
place know what I mean? Just take out you’re binoculars and pretend that
you’re looking at the sailboats or light houses or some bullshit like that.
Then casually scan the beach! Woah! Awesome! Focus on some asses, you can see
through some of the material at close range.
You can also peep into houses and even onto the beach while hidden in a tree.
Or even while just sittng in a tree where you’re not really noticeable. Always
go pretty high for best affect. (Or is it effect?). If you know a hot girl
well, try to go over to her house and when there open all the shades and blinds
and curtains. Then if someone in her family catches you around the house while
peeping just say you were coming to see her. Ta-da!
Welp, thats all for this presentattion. There are a lot more places and ways
to peep, but I hope you get the general idea!
Special thanks to: All my careless neighbors and all the hot girls on the beach.

This has been a Brutus Maccabee presentation!
Watch for my new X-Rated series:
The Adventures of Betty Bondage and Laura Lust

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ALASKA

CRAZY HORSE SALOON
1564 Hyder
Anchorage
(907) 279-1231
At 16th and Gambell Streets.
Nude Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: 3:00PM to 2:30AM
DANCERS ON STAGE: 4:00PM to 2:15AM
COVER CHARGE: $5.00 during special features.
CLUB CAPACITY: 187
FOOD SERVICE: Sandwiches
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Feature dancers the first week of every month.

THE GREAT ALASKAN BUSH COMPANY #2
631 E. International Airport Road
Anchorage
(907) 561-6692
Located at the intersection of Old Seward Hwy. and International
Airport Road.
Nude Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Sat 4:00PM to 2:30AM, Sun 7:00PM to 2:00AM
COVER CHARGE: One drink minimum
CLUB CAPACITY: 200
FOOD SERVICE: Munchies
DRESS CODE: Informal/Business
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Wednesday nights are Party Nites with give aways from liquor
distributors as well as from the club’s souvenir shop “The Back
Room”.
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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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ON THE ROCKS
1 Laurel Street
South Amboy
(201) 727-3381

PELLEGRINO’S
118 New Market Ave.
South Planfield
(908) 753-0290
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NEW JERSEY (continued)

ILLUSIONS TWO
1 Main Street
Wrightstown
(609) 723-2094
Located next to Fort Dix and McGuire Air Force Base.
GoGo Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: Noon to 1:30AM
COVER CHARGE: None
DRESS CODE: Casual

NEW YORK

CENTERFOLD
9 Main Street
Binghampton
(607) 722-9095

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MICHIGAN

CAFE CHABLIS
12906 Michigan Ave.
Dearborn
(313) 584-9110

CANTALOUPES
19230 Woodward
Detroit
(313) 891-0800

PATIO SHOW BAR
14541 W. 8 Mile Road
Detroit
(313) 342-7944

SLAMMER’S II IN THE PARK
23420 John R Road
Hazel Park
(313) 547-0022

DEJA VU
6530 Bay Road
Saginaw
(313) 791-3080
Two miles north of Fashion Square Mall on Bay Road.
Nude Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: No
CLUB HOURS: Mon – Thur Noon to 2:00AM, Fri Noon to 4:00AM, Sat
4:00PM to 4:00AM, Sun 4:00pM to Midnight
COVER CHARGE: $5.00
FOOD SERVICE: Sandwiches and Pizza
DRESS CODE: Casual
INFORMATION PROVIDED BY THE CLUB:
Club regularly holds Amateur Nights, Wet T-Shirt Contest, and
Wrestling. In August there is a Melon Festival.

MINNESOTA
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ROMANA’S CAR WASH
720 S. Michigan Ave.
South Bend
(219) 237-9161
IOWA

DANCERS RANCH
3000 6th Street, S.W.
Cedar Rapids
(319) 366-4748

TUXEDO SHOW CLUB
2061 W. River Drive
Davenport
(319) 322-9108

OUTER LIMITS
6560 N.E. 14th Street
Des Moines
(515) 289-1745
Two miles north of Interstate 80.
Topless Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: 2:00PM to 2:00AM
DANCERS ON STAGE: 3:30PM to 1:30AM
COVER CHARGE: $1.00 after 7:00PM
FOOD SERVICE: Pizza, Sandwiches, Barbecue, etc.

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IOWA (continued)

SECOND STREET SALOON
202 W. 2nd Street
Muscatine
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FLORIDA (continued)

LIPSTIK-NORTH
17870 Biscayne Blvd.
Miami
(305) 933-LIPS
From I-95 exit at Miami Garden Drive. Go east to Biscayne Blvd,
then turn right and go four blocks.
Nude Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: Yes
CLUB HOURS: 3:00PM to 5:00AM
COVER CHARGE: $5.00 after 8:00PM
CLUB CAPACITY: 150
FOOD SERVICE: Free buffet 3:00PM to 8:00PM
DRESS CODE: Informal (no tank tops)

CAFE RISQUE
I-75, Exit 73
Micanopy
(904) 336-1159
Southeast corner of I-75, exit 73
Nude Dancers
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES SERVED: No
CLUB HOURS: 24 Hours a Day
DANCERS ON STAGE: 8:00AM to 4:00AM, Nude Waitresses 4:00AM to 8:0
COVER CHARGE: $5.00 until 8:00PM, $7.00 8:00PM to 3:00AM.
CLUB CAPACITY: 70
FOOD SERVICE: Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner
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61.301 An applicant for an MHCO rating must pass a written exami-
nation on the following applicable aviation subjects:

(a) Care, operation, a periodic maintenance of articulating
seats in certificated U.S. civil aircraft.

(b) Basic anatomy and other considerations in selecting a
co-pilot.

(c) Dangers associated with the destruction of aircraft
panel instruments by bare feet.

61.302 An applicant for an MHCO rating will be tested on the
following maneuvers:

(a) Takeoffs. Applicant will prepare the co-pilot for MHCO
activities.

(b) Stalls. Applicant will demonstrate any acceptable and
workable method of delay maneuvering to avoid premature
results.

(c) Approaches. Applicant will demonstrate at least six (6)
precision or three (3) non-precision approaches to a co-
pilot who does not suspect the purpose of the flight.

(d) Soft Field Landings. Applicant will show proficiency in
selecting procedures to be utilized under soft conditions.

(e) Short Field Landings. Applicant will show proficiency in
utilizing the proper procedures under short conditions.

(f) Forced Landings. Applicant will will accomplish the
minimum MHCO activities despite co-pilot’s objections.

(g) On-pylon Eights. Applicant will select two prominent
landmarks and maneuver between them. If the co-pilot is not
endowed with sufficiently prominent landmarks, the activity
may be performed in a flight simulator approved by the
Administrator.

(h) In-flight Emergencies. Applicant will conduct a suitable
approach with the zipper jammed in the “up” position and
will demonstrate the smooth emergency extension of gear
before contact.

(i) Holding Patterns. The Applicant will show proficiency in
covering all points of interest with only two hands.
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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.

–

HOTSTRIP Just out of high school and she’s found her career! A
few interesting episodes in the life of a pretty,
young, Strip-o-gram girl. Written 6/89.

HOT-TRIP Vacationing at our mountain lodge, I find out that my
much younger wife can really please a crowd of college
guys as I watches. Written 4/90.

HOTVISIT My long-lost, macho, ex-commando cousin visits and
wrecks havoc in my calm, suburban life. He takes my
wife at his pleasure, and she’s a more-than-willing
victim. Written 2/91.

HOTWIFE Four Parts.
My wife’s libido goes crazy on our long vacation. From
the Caribbean Ocean to the Hawaiian Islands, many men
will remember her well. Written 2/91.

JOBWHORE A young secretary is offered career advancement in
exchange for her virtue. What does she decide? Read
the story and find out why she never regrets her
decision. Written 6/89.

LANDLADY An innocent, naive, young wife from West Virginia is
easy prey for her boarder — a slick and demanding
college guy with oral talents and lots of friends.
Written 9/90.

LONGRIDE A short story about how harsh the Wild West really was.

An attempt at parody. Written 10/91.

LOOKWIFE Short stories from wives whose husbands like to watch
them tease other men, and the wives discover they like
to please other men. Written 3/90.

PAY4IT-1 A married couple enjoys playing around as a hooker and
her “John.” They try several variations and the wife
soon becomes hooked on the action. Written 9/91.

PRTYWIFE My soccer buddies came over to party. One guy’s wife
is a party-slut and proud of it. Much to my surprise,
my wife joins her in the fun and all-too-easily out-
sluts her. Written 11/89.

SEEWIFE Fantasizing about my wife with another man turned me
on, and she decided to surprise me with my fantasy for
a birthday present. She tried it and we both enjoyed
it more than we ever expected, but I think she enjoys
it more! The first J. BOSWELL story, written 1/89.

(I’ll be back.)
–

Hey, folks!
Stuck in the dreaded, sweaty doldrums of summer, I thought
I’d add a postscript to my latest effort.
Recuperating from a couple of broken fingers, it’s been a
long time since I uploaded anything, and I just wanted to check
in and let any interested readers (if there are any of you out
there) know that I’m alive and well, out of my cast, and able to
type, again. I enjoy writing these stories and have about eight
projects started but can’t seem to finish them.
Recently, I was told that the “BOSWELL” stories have been
pretty widely distributed over the nation’s BBSs and that tickled
me. My problem with that is that I just sit here and stare at a
blue screen without any feedback.
I try to do a few different things, and I was just wondering
if any of you could do me a favor and occasionally drop me a note
and let me know if you like or dislike what you’ve read. Always
feel free to check in with comments, criticisms, suggestions,
questions, etc. I would also like to hear how far away from
Baltimore my stories are showing up out there.
If you’re interested, I have a list of my stories below.
Sometimes the titles are changed, so I’ve included a short
synopsis for each. If there are any you haven’t read but would
like to, just let me know.

The national board that I call the most often is:
Rusty n Edie’s BBS
Call
1 216-726-2620 300 / 1200 / 2400
1 216-726-3589 U.S.Robotics Dual Standard 14.4k V32 Compatible
1 216-726-3619 Hayes V-Series V42 9600 / 19200
1 216-726-3584 CompuCom SpeedModem 9600 /19200

so you can leave comments in their adult file section under a
name like “JBOS-00X.ZIP” or something similar. If you’d like to
correspond privately, leave your handle or whatever in the
comment, and I’ll get right back to you.

Thanks.

J. BOSWELL

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Stories by J. BOSWELL, as of July 21, 1992.
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…End of the part1. To be continued..

IDEAS FOR STORIES

I enjoy writing Adult stories. My tastes in stories tend to the
bizarre and, as of this posting, I have written eleven of them,
including one novella-length story. Four of them have already been
uploaded to bulletin boards, the remaining seven will eventually be
uploaded and shared after proofreading and minor editing.
Below are outlines for six new stories I have not yet written. As
I get an idea I like to outline it so that it begins to take
substance before it is lost and becomes just another weird fantasy.
I plan to eventually write full stories for all of the concepts
outlined below, however, I offer them as ideas to any other writers
who care to use them. This means that there may be several stories
written on the same premise by several authors. I don’t think this
is bad and may even be quite interesting! Every writer has his or
her own style, along with his or her own `hot’ buttons. Feel free
to change or modify some of the situations, or even the ending, to
suit your own style.
If you do begin to write a story using one of these premises,
please upload a short text file called IDCOM1, IDCOM2, etc. and let
us know which story line you are working on. This will allow others
to decide to work on a different story line, or possibly even the
same one. A kind of contest could develop to see who can write the
most erotic story given the same premise.

Dr. Phil
9/16/92

(note: leave any messages to MISTER PHIL)
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1) FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE COURT

The scene is Medieval Europe. Young Lady Madeleine is the ward of
her uncle who is a Duke and her legal guardian. She is obnoxious at
court. She has created many enemies, especially the Queen.
While travelling, her uncle is ambushed by robbers and killed.
When news reaches the castle several people see it as an
opportunity to discredit Madeleine. The Queen falsifies documents
to show that the young Lady’s uncle was a traitor and a thief. All
of his lands are forfeit and poor Madeleine is left penniless. She
is made a ward of the castle and forced to become a serving maid.
The Queen exhults in humiliating her at the castle and gleefully
punishes her for any complaints from the other Ladies. Her former
rivals at court take pleasure in tormenting her. Her former suitors
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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
…End of the part3. To be continued..

The trooper was polite and helpful, and he soon drove off,
satisifed that we were alright. He did caution me about the beer, and
seemed releived when I said that you would do the driving for a while.
Even before his tail lights were out of sight, I could see clothes being
removed inside the r.v. Jennifer and Paula decided to give us a show, so
while you sat astride my stiff cock, they took turns making each other
come. Paula had just made Jennifer come, and she looked over at us in the
dim light, seeing our glistening bodies rocking back and forth. Her face
was shiny from Jennifer’s pussy, and she unabashedly fingered herself while
she watched. Paula’s cone-shaped tits were sweaty from laying down, and
her chest gleamed. I came long and hard inside your grasping pussy,
flooding you with my creamy come. As your orgasm subsided, Paula leaned
over, pulling you to the bed, and began licking your sperm-filled cunt.
Her expert tounge soon had you coming again and again, wetting her face
with our combined creams. After resting, we decided to continue to our
destination, and the girls slept in the back, still naked. I drove, and
you sat up front with me, making sure I wasn’t too tired to drive.

We reached Durango about 3 a.m. and parked the r.v. in a shopping
center lot, right next to a McDonalds. Wearily, I stretched and then
hugged you, and we joined our passengers in bed. Jennifer way lying with
her face on one of Paula’s tits, her arm around Paula’s waist. Jennifer’s
leg was over one of her friend’s, showing us her firm, beautiful ass and
her tight cunt. Thoughts of coming on her ass passed through my mind, and
we slipped into bed, holding each other and falling asleep quickly.

Morning came quickly, and the noise of workers at the McDonalds
nearby woke us about seven a.m. to a bright, warm morning. We found both
the girls were up, packing up to continue their adventures. They were both
still nude, and in the tight confines of the r.v. they frequently touched
each other, or squeezed something. We chatted with them from the bed until
they dressed and departed, kissing us both and thanking us for everything.
Alone again, we turned to each other and kissed.

Your hand found my balls, hefting them against your palm. Still
aroused from the sight of our two wandering nymphs, I began to ravage you,
nipping at your neck, then your nipples. I rolled you over and licked your
ass, then down the crease, teasing your asshole, then to your wet slit.
You arched up and let me probe you with my tounge and flick over your clit.
I slipped into you from behind, and grabbing your hips, began pounding your
tight cunt with wanton lust. You leaned down, resting you head on a
pillow, arching your hips up to my hard, thrusting cock. Faster and faster
…End of the part13. To be continued..

Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the
English language today is the word “Fuck”. It is one magical word which
just by it’s sound can describe pain, pleasure, hate, and love. Fuck, like
most words in the English language, takes it’s name from another language,
the German word “Friklon” which means “WHOOPEE”.

In language, fuck falls into many grammatical categories. It can
be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive
(Mary was fucked by John), or as a passive verb (Mary doesn’t really give
a fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Mary is fuckin’ beautiful). As
you can see, there are not too many words with the versatility of “Fuck”.

Besides it’s sexual connections, this lovely word can be used to
describe many situations as follows:

Fraud…………….I got fucked by my insurance agents
Trouble………………………I guess I’m fucked now
Dismay………………………………..Oh! Fuck it
Agression…………………………………Fuck You
Passive……………………………………Fuck me
Confusion…………………………….What the fuck
Difficulty……I don’t understand this fucking business
Despair……………………………….Fucked again
Philosophical………………………Who gives a fuck
Incompetence…………………………He’s fucked up
Laziness……………………………He’s a fuck off
Displeasure………What the fuck’s going on around here
Rebellion……………………………Fuck the world

It can be used in descriptive anatomy: He’s really a fucking ass-hole.
It can be used to tell time: It’s fucking’ Five-thirty.
It can be used in business: How did I get this fucking job?
It can be used as a prediction: Oh well, I’ll be fucked.
It can be maternal: Mother-fucker!
It can be nautical: Fuck the Admiral!
It can be political: Fuck the President!
It can open the door to wonderful relationships: Lets fuck, baby.
It can be used to enhance the meaning of a word: Fuckin’ beautiful.

The mind fairly bogies at the many creative forms for this most
functional word. How can anyone be offended when you say “Fuck”? Use it
in your daily speech. It adds to your prestige.

-Tell someone today, “FUCK YOU”
–

Growth Possibilities for 1989/90

Understanding is the key issue. The majority of people are
repressed into believing that they are sexually fulfilled
and happy and therefore they don’t need to explore all
those interesting little thought that creep into their
subconscious. They play these ideas of experimentation off
and write off their curiosity to “weird stuff”. Others
recognize their interests, but because of guilt, learned
reaction/shame they shun these experiments. Others learn
to enjoy their pleasures alone, and feel ALMOST totally
fulfilled via masturbation, but fear the possibility of
contact. In 1989, it is my fondest desire that the word
spread concerning Erosian Theory and Practice. There is a
huge audience out there that hides in the closet, jerking
and occasionally venturing out. Erosian Theory is ready
for them. If as you read this, you feel like I am speaking
to you, then I am. ETAP is not a sensation or a good
excuse to get laid. ETAP is a fundemental way of life and
looking at the physical sexual creatures we are and
learning to enjoy that. Whatever your orientation, ETAP
will carry it, as long as it adheres to the Code of
Conduct. If you know that you enjoy sex for sex’s sake, if
you want to learn and explore without fear, without guilt,
then read, study and live this practice. Contact the
electronic bulletin board that this document is produced
on, and leave the author more information. A final release
of this info will include an address where you can write
to obtain more info. The most important things to remember
are: if interested, get involved. If not, stay away. We do
not, can not, and will not take the time to fight
detractors and idiots who cannot understand that we don’t
want to change their world, just our own.

In terms of growth, this document and the accompanying
documents will be archived and uploaded to multiple adult
bbs’s all over the country when complete. In my home town
of Tampa, FL. I am waiting and looking for others to read
and embrace this holistic approach to a comfortable free
thinking sexually full and busy existance. I would be
happy to see 3 cities develop a full scale three Temple
system in twelve months, but in honesty I must believe
that many small groups will form in many areas.

Who is the target of this document? Swingers, lurkers in
bookstores, horny folks everywhere. If you have grown
tired of no sex, or tired of sex that’s weak, sloppy and
meaningless, look towards ETAP.

Above all, if you read this document,and desire the
structure and development discussed here, then you must
contact me for more. DON’T LET IT JUST SIT AND FESTER!
If you contact me and find that you are not interested,
then simply drop it. There is no money involved, no
mailing lists to worry about. If you are interested in
knowing more, this is the most absolutely easy way
possible to learn.

My dream is that some day you will be able to feel
comfortable in the knowledge that in your city there are
50 to 100 Erosians with desires and feelings similar to
yours, and that a phone call can elicit a kind word,
sexual actions, new ideas or support for what you want to
try by yourself or with another.

–

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| |
| Chinese Words We All Need to Know. |
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| |
| Ga Fuck |
| Lin Your |
| Yah Mother |
| Wuh I, me |
| I Love |
| Nee You |
| Papa Father |
| Ta He, She |
| More More |
| Hie a dore More than anything |
| Hando Very much |
| Da Big |
| Me Doesn’t have |
| La er A dick |
| Jeba Pussy |
| Malee Beautiful |
| Shaw Think |
| Nio meo Do you have |
| gice Them |
| Tonesinglien Gay |
| Su Are |
| Nuhie Girl |
| Cawn See |
| Shaw Want |
| Nee numoo num? Will you? |
| La Oh! |
| Er 2 |
| Gun (Name) choo chee Go out with |
| Nee cub cuy? Can you? |
| Way Hello |
| Nee how ma? How are you? |
| Sheen chee ee Monday |
| Sing she ooh(Wansa) Friday (Night) |
| Jeenwhy Tonite |
| See Yes |
| Boo No |
| Nee she wah say? Who do you like? |
| Say? Who? |
| Chingtien Today |
| Chingtien nee how ma? How are you today? |
| Jeenee Spurm |
| Eenway Because |
| Tso Ugly |
| Nee hun tso You are very ugly |
| Nee she whine wu ma? Do you like me? |
| Wa sa ma? Why? |
| Nahnhie Boy |
| Nee su hun malee Nuhie You are very beautiful girl |
| Wa she wa ni tsie tsa I wish you were here |
| Bejuay Shut up |
| Lien Face |
| Wa shu chee nee I miss you |
| Tsa tsi su bu? What is this? |
| Wa jawngway I will |
| Nee yo eegu hun tsa da lawer You got a very, dirty, big, dick |
| Ni she needa jeba. You are a big pussy. |
| Ga ne ma jeba. Fuch your mothers pussy. |
| Chu ga lousi Go fuck the teacher |
| Ni si si jay san juay zo der lern You are the ugliest dick in the world.|
|_________________________________________________________________________|

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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
…End of the part7. To be continued..

I picked her up, putting my arms around her, lifting her by her buttocks.
She wound her legs, warm and smooth, around my hips as I carried her and
placed my prick against her vagina. She was groaning and murmuring
incoherently. Then she wriggled down and slumped on the rigid member so
that it shot into her with a strong thrust which made her gasp and go wild
and her lips clamped around my glans so moistly and firmly that I had to
restrain myself from falling with her onto the floor and fucking her there.

We reached the bed with her jogging on the end of my organ with every step
we took.

I lowered her onto the bed and moved straight in to lie between her
widespread thighs which invited me not to linger. I fell between them in
the same movement as I placed her on the bed and immediately began to screw
into her, gritting my teeth with passion. Her body began to move with wild
abandon.

“Oh, oh, oh!”, she groaned as if in agony, digging her nails hard into my
shoulders, waving her crotch wildly at my prick, scraping her buttocks along
the edge of the bed and flinging her thighs in all directions.

“Oh, it’s good….it’s good!”.

I wriggled my long cock up and up, exploring her cavern, farther and
farther, deeper and deeper into darkness and moisture and a clawing grip
which pulled at my loins.

Her whole body twitched and writhed and she groaned incessantly, her face
contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a
light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the now tangled dark hair.

I felt the smooth, raw flesh of her vagina holding me in, clinging and
pulling all around my hot, bursting prick. I pushed into her from my very
toes and sent the last inch of my thickness plundering up her hole, pulling
a fresh, ecstatic groan from her lips, making her open her eyes to look at
me with a wild, desireful, glazed look.

“Oh, oh…wonderful, wonder-ahhh!”. She gasped as I grabbed her buttocks
and raised them off the bed, raising my own body slightly for greater
leverage, squirming into her with all the strength of my hips and thighs.

My loins moved in and out at her pelvis, her broad pelvis with the chasm at
its center, pistoning in with strong, muscular regularity. My own breath
was short and the sight of her breasts, swaying over sideways towards the
bed on either side of her, with her erect nipples, make me give an
involuntary extra thrust which moved her up the bed slightly and made her
…End of the part4. To be continued..

“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
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Without willing it I got up and walked over to her and asked if I could sit
down beside her. She nodded. As I sat down, she looked at me with such
intensity and desire that I almost missed the seat.

After I had sat down she reached over and placed her hand on my thigh. Not
knowing what to do exactly, I put my hand on hers.

Continuing to look at me with desire, she said, “I need someone tonight.
Will you help me?”

I replied, “Sure, what can I do for you?”. Even then I think I already
suspected what she needed.

“Get off at the next stop with me” she said.

We got off at the next stop and walked down the street to a hotel.

She said, “Please check us in and please don’t ask any questions.”.

As I went to check in, I wondered about her desire for a stranger.

As we were going up the elevator she said, “Pretend you’re my lover and this
is our anniversery of our first date. And please, no questions, just play
the part”.

We walked down the hall to the room as lovers would, in each other’s arms,
trying to be as close to each other as possible.

As we got to the room, she said, “Give me a couple of minutes, then I’ll let
you in”. I let her in the room and waited. Five minutes later she called
and I let myself in.

She was moving around the room in pink, almost transparent underwear. The
room was white and pale gray with green fittings in the bathroom. The bed
was broad enough for a whole orgy. The broad windows looked down into the
street where an occasional neon light flashed.

Slowly undressing, I looked at her appreciatively. She moved towards me and
and twirled round in a little pirouette in front of me.

“How’s that”, she asked.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

THE END

–

i meet you in a health club
we have been lifting weights for hours
you invite me back to your apartment after we have showered
i am thirsty
i ask you for something to drink
you give me a glass of coke
you drug the coke
after i drink it, i feel very sleepy
i pass out
when i wake up i can not see
and i can not move
and when i try to make a sound
i find i can not talk
i am blind folded, bond, and gagged
i start to struggle, but not even my strong muscles can broke the
bonds
then when i stop
and give up
i hear a sound
foot steps
the blind fold is removed
i look up
i see you
you are dressed completely in black
your dress is long
and it is made from satin and silk
it is very tight
you look very beautiful, but very evil in it
you have a wicked smile on your face
i look at myself
i am totally naked
i am on a bed
my arms and legs are chained to the four corners of the bed
i get angry when i see this
i try to scream and shout
but i can not
because of the gag
i struggle
but it is only in vain
the chains will not break
but i keep struggling
you move to me
…End of the part14. To be continued..

THE END

–

we are out skiing
separately
i do not know you
you do not know me
we are skiing and bump into each other
we are sort of under a overhang
there is an avalanche
we get buried in snow together
but because of the over hang there is a pocket of air
and we do not perish
it is freezing cold
we have no way of getting warm
so i suggest we hug each other to conserve body heat
and to get warmer
you do not want to do it at first
you do not know me
you are afraid of me
but the longer you wait the colder you get
till eventually you agree to hug me
i gentlely put my arms around you
you begin to feel warmer
you decide you like my touch
you like being in my arms
our faces are close together
we are breathing into each other’s faces
i move my mouth closer to yours
then i touch my lips to your
…End of the part12. To be continued..

As we drove on the interstate home, I leaned against Jack and said that I
couldn’t wait to get home. “What are you going to do first?” he asked. I
allowed how I was looking forward to getting out of these clothes. “Why
wait?’ he asked as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Though
I had never done anything outside the house before, I decided to play his
little game. I reached down and unbuttoned my blouse. Jack’s eye were having
a hard time sticking to the road. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and
removed. I leaned against Jack and could tell from his bulge that he was
having fun. The funny thing was that I was enjoying this little game too.
Jack asked, “You’re not done yet are you?” A challenge like that couldn’t
go unanswered. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I lowered
it to my lap. Jack’s eye nearly bugged out when he looked over and saw my
naked breasts in the passing cars headlight. I leaned against him and he
put his hand around me and grab my right breast and started playing. By the
time we arrived home, we were both so excited that we didn’t even make it out
of the garage.

That was our first experience with exhibition. Over the next few months,
we experimented with it a few times. Jack talked me into flashing truckers my
tits a couple of times. At home, Jack bought a Polaroid camera and made me
his star model. I didn’t mind to much (if the truth be told, I usually
enjoyed and I always enjoyed the lovemaking after a session) as long as he
promised to keep the pictures private and we didn’t do anything to near to
home. I didn’t want one of our little games coming home to haunt us. I
would indulge him by wearing sexy clothes out but only if we were out of
town. Jack really enjoyed other men looking at me on these trips.

One day, he came home from a business trip and he was more intense then
usually. He told me he had found a little adult book store just off the main
interchange. He said they had peep show movies and books(he had a package
with some “swinger’s magazines” and one with amateur pictures. He also told
me they had a stripper booth. We read the magazines and Jack tried to talk me
into trading pictures with some couples in the magazines. I was unwilling and
said that as long as it was safe (like at home or out of town), I didn’t mind
playing games but to send pictures to unknown people was too much (not to
mention meet them later on). Jack pouted for a couple days but by the
weekend, he seemed ready to forget the whole thing.

He suggested a ride out of town. I knew what he wanted and figured since
I had rained on his parade earlier, that I would try to make it up to him this
weekend. I put on a pair of shorts and a halter with nothing on underneath.
Once we were out on the road, I started teasing Jack but dropping and then
retying the halter. He was getting an eyeful and I even let a trucker get a
…End of the part1. To be continued..

They stood quietly arm in arm and absorbed the sight, each lost in a silent
prayer to the deity they believed in, for allowing them to see and share this
magnificent display.

Perhaps it seems sacrilegious to say there was a sensual feeling in the air as
they beheld the majesty of Big Sur, but that would have been her choice of
words. The sea and the cliffs were in fact doing a ritualistic mating dance
of sorts.

He must have been caught up in a similar notion, for he quickly helped her
remove the harness that strapped her backpack to her body and dropped his own
as well. He reached for her again and she pressed her body against his. They
kissed again, as hungry lovers who have been separated for far too long might.
Without words he pulled himself away and began to unpack and set up the
campsite. She followed his lead and helped spread out the small lightweight
tent. The bright orange color seemed a ludicrous attempt to improve on the
surrounding earth tones. But they would make do with this borrowed equipment
and not complain.

As soon as the preparations were completed he took her hand and pulled her
rather unceremoniously inside. Both being on their knees allowed them to
continue the physical explorations that had been interrupted earlier in favor
of protected privacy.

His hands ran from her shoulders down her back to clasp her under her buttocks
and cause a small moan. She pressed her fingers against his back and felt his
erection press into her, further increasing her desire.

Sliding his hands upward he lifted her top and with her help removed it
entirely. Quickly his lips moved to kiss the tops of her breasts as he
unfastened her bra. Freeing her breasts freed something else as well, for
suddenly she was lifting his shirt and unbuckling his belt also. In a flurry
of movement they managed to totally undress each other and lie down. His
fingers sought her moistness and he was not disappointed. She wanted him as
much as he wanted her.

His fingers traveled deeper causing her to squirm and make pleasing sounds.
She stroked his hard cock and could almost feel it enter her as her fingers
moved over it.

Without words or warning he moved between her legs and pressed into her slowly
at first. She urged him on and he filled her completely before pausing to let
her body adjust to the intrusion of his cock.

She lifted her legs to cross them around his back and give him total
…End of the part3. To be continued..

“You think it’s a trick?” she whispered.

She played a few more notes. The sound was coming from between the
cute little cheeks so delicately covered in the gauze of her panties.
The silky panties tautly covered her well-rounded butt. I could make
out the sight of her anus as it gently opened to let out the sounds.

I began to pull her panties down.

“Oh, Monsieur,” she said, “that is extra.”

“How much extra? I’ll pay — if the price includes fucking that
musical rectum of yours!”

To bugger the beautiful bitch, I almost emptied out my wallet. I
stripped and stood in front of her, my hard dick pronging straight
out. “Whistle a tune for me, Melody,” I said, patting on the bed.
She began to whistle — till I stopped up her mouth with my cock. I
holstered it in her hot throat, moving in and out. Her lips coated
it. It felt nice — but not as nice as her tight asshole was going to
feel. “You’re going to play a little tune with your pretty little
tush — until I stop you. And you know what I’ll be stopping you
with!”

Melody moaned as I pulled my long prick out of her mouth. It was
glistening. She lay demurely on the bedsheet, face down, her thighs
slowly pushing her buns upward for my inspection. They were the
cutest pair of cheeks I’d ever seen. Pale milky skin, round and yet
pillowy soft. The cleft between them was deep, the two orbs so
buoyant to the touch.

She produced a slim tube of lubricant, and, with just a few swizzles
with her finger, lubricated her anus enough for easy penetration.

I stroked her bottom as she tensed it, her puckery little anus pulling
in like a mouth in a kiss. She let go with a long, reedy note. And
as I got behind her, I wielded my dick right up to her rump, and
silenced her. The thick tip of my dick plugged up her anus easily. I
held my dick with one hand and gently eased the bulbous tip into her
yielding asshole. I took my time, luxuriating in the tight, greasy
fit. Her entire rectum clenched lovingly around my thick prong and
there was just enough lubrication to keep going back and forth.

“Tight little bitch,” I whispered, slapping her upturned butt cheek
with my right hand. “I’m going to take my time with you.” I stared
down at the beautiful sight — her upturned ass completely mine, her
body face-down in mute supplication to me. Her little chute was
clogged deep with dick now, and it was going all the way up her. She
let out a gasp. I knew the whore wasn’t moaning with pleasure, just
the strain of accepting manhood into the one place that, even in this
day and age, is still a forbidden entry!

“It’s going up your ass,” I said. “I’m not going to stop until I
leave your asshole greased with cum.”

I slid my dick all the way up her ass. I did it slow, making every
inch feel like a mile. I grabbed handfuls of her tender butt cheeks
as I plugged her. Then I sank on top of her with my full weight,
driving her down into the mattress. I fucked her hard like that, and
then hoisting her from from the waist, pulled her back onto all fours.

I held her hanging tits in my hands and felt them jiggle with every
jolting thrust. Only through a love sacrifice, or the dire need for
money, does a woman let a dick go up her ass willingly. Either way,
it felt good to me. It was hot. It was tight. The view of her
upturned rump and the heavy titglobes in my hands were making my blood
hiss steam through my veins.

I slid it in and out faster and faster, until that final moment when I
stabbed it in deep. My dick was so tight up her rectum I could feel
the cum chug out of my dick. It spurted hot lava, I could feel it
pulse down the length of my shaft and then spit deep inside of her.
She felt it, too, and actually rammed her butt against me so that my
dick went in right to the balls. And finally, after about five
tingling minutes of my spent dick still being inside her bottom, my
cock slowly began to slip out.

Against her will, the delicious derriere of the whore called Melody
saluted my conquest with a bassoon-like note. Then, too exhausted to
control herself, Melody let my cum trickle out of her fucked asshole.
Thick as cream it melted down her moist cunt, running down onto the
sheets.

She let out a groan as another cascade of it began to burble out. I
put my hand underneath and cupped the cum, and wiped it all over her
ass cheeks, squeezing the slick and buoyant bottom as I did it. I
gave her a friendly slap on her cum-soaked ass, which resounded all
around the room.

“I knew it was best to save you for the end,” I said.

I put my clothes back on. I had no tickets left. But, as if I’d been
on ferris wheels and roller coasters, I left the circus completely,
utterly satisfied. I had experienced two anal “rings” of the
Amsterdam circus — the only Anal Sex Circus in the world — the
Greatest Show on Earth.

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..

There were equal amounts of passion and humor present now. We
were still below the official altitude for mile-high
inauguration, and I — and, I suspect, Alma — were wondering
just how to “assume the position” in the cramped cockpit. I was
reaching the point where the higher altitude was going to be
needed soon. We had passed Orlando some time ago, and just as I
raised the microphone to press the request for a higher altitude,
the radio came alive “58 Bravo, Jacksonville Center, no joy on
the higher altitude. Atlanta Center reports all altitudes above
5000 are occupied on your route of flight; maintain 4000.” This
was getting desperate. Perhaps the airways to our west would be
less crowded: “Center, could we have a new routing that would
permit a higher altitude?” “Standby” was the response, and as I
set the microphone down, I felt a pull at my zipper. Alma’s hand
reached in and freed my cock from what had become, by that time,
almost painful confinement. Bending down, she engulfed me with a
warm, wet mouth and began making slow up and down motions..

“58 Bravo, Jacksonville. Clearance.” “Go ahead,” I gasped, as
Alma’s ministrations below became more intense. “58 Bravo is
cleared to the Atlanta airport, present position radar vectors
Taylor, Victor 3 Alma, Victor 157, Atlanta. Maintain 4000 until
passing Taylor. After Taylor, climb and maintain 6000. Cross
Alma at or above 5000. Turn left now, heading 330.” I grabbed
my charts to identify the navigation fixes the controller had
specified — thinking I had misheard the “Alma” instruction. A
warm, bare back served as a convenient chart table. There it
was, a fix called “Alma;” it consisted of a VHF Navigation
Station named after a nearby Georgia city. I read back the
clearance to the Center, set course for Taylor, and sat back
marvelling at the coincidence of names, and at Alma’s talents,
which were making both of us incredibly hot. As we passed over
Taylor, I could take it no longer. I rolled the trim wheel up a
notch, putting the airplane in a gentle climb, raised Alma’s
head, kissed her deeply and said “sit in my lap.” I slid my seat
back, Alma pulled herself up by the edges of the instrument
panel. She said “like this, Sherlock?” And settled a very warm,
…End of the part5. 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..