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Hi Everyone,

 

Thanks for dropping in to check this story out.

 

Next, due to the fact that this post might be deemed to contain just the tiniest smidgen of adult sounding stuff I have to include the following warning to this post:

 

 

“XXX Warning!”  “XXX Sex!”  “Warning XXX!”

 

Hey this is your XXX Sex Warning. This stuff might need your parents OK for you to read it if you're under thirty years old.

 

“Seriously!”

 

So If your not adult enough to be reading this kind of stuff go away now! Don’t bother coming back and griping at me, or to anyone else, if you decide to read past here -->X<-- and your virgin eyeballs get blistered or you get offended by what you read either Boo.  

 

 

THE LARGEST COCK I’VE EVER HAD INSIDE OF ME

A True Story

By: PUSSYPATTER

Aka

Wendy Hazza Tight Tush

© Pussy Patter 22 Jul 2007

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© Pussy Patter 25 June 2007

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Chapter Five

 

Hell, my hand hadn’t been on that cock for more than a few minutes when I found myself slowly beginning to toy with Jeff’s sex tool as my fingers were shyly starting to explore the length of his now semi rigid shaft.

 

My fingers were slowly beginning to move along it’s entire length, timidly at first, as they gently traced it’s outline back, and forth from the base out to the tip, and then back to its base again.

 

Then they had began to get just a little more aggressive as they began to squeeze it gently with their tips at different points along it’s length.

 

All the while my brain had been saying “no”, “don’t do that”, and “leave that thing alone” but my fingers just weren’t listening to a dammed thing that my brain had to say right then.

 

I hadn’t been looking directly at Jeff’s cock up until then because I had been sitting slightly askew to him, and I had been looking off to one side all this time.

 

But I had been peaking sideways to see his cock so much that my eyes were starting to hurt so I had shifted my ass, as casually as I could, just enough so that I would be facing Jeff and have a little better view of his tool.

 

Once I had gotten my ass turned enough that I was more or less facing Jeff I had slowly turned my head so that I could get a better look at that cock of his that I had been feeling up for the past several minutes.

 

Well, when my eyes finally saw what I had been playing with there I just kind of lost it so to speak, because all of a sudden both of my hands had started refusing to listen to anything that my brain had to say, and they had just started acting as though they had a mind of their own, and were going to do whatever they wanted to do.

 

It was like they had been set on “remote control” or something and I didn’t have the remote because I had just instinctively reached out with my other hand and grabbed Jeff’s still growing cock with it.

 

So now I’m sitting there, drooling, with both of my hands wrapped firmly around Jeff’s massive cock and I was starting to stroke it like I knew what I was doing.

 

Here I have to say that up until that point in my life I had only seen maybe about a half dozen different guys cocks but none of those fuckers had even came anywhere near comparing to this thing that Jeff called a dick.

 

Shit, most of those cocks that I had seen had been kind of small, so small in fact that I called them jokes. Though I had seen a few of those suckers had been pretty dammed big, and all of those had already fucked me too. But aside from the size issue Jeff’s cock had never been circumcised either and that shit fascinated me.

 

I had seen a few dicks with all of their foreskin still intact like that before, and that was really intriguing to me because unlike a cock that’s been cut they have something extra to play with.

 

I was totally engrossed as I sat there playing with all of the skin that was on that thing. I was enjoying the sensual feeling that my fingers were experiencing from feeling that sleeve of cock skin sliding back and forth along his semi hard shaft of meat while I was working it back from the tip of his sex tool all the way down it’s full length to its base. Damned, that shit was amazing to me.

 

Anyway, while I was sitting there making myself happy and getting better acquainted with Jeff’s fuck tool I had noticed out of the corner of my eye that he seemed to be glancing over towards the bedroom door a lot but I hadn’t paid it much attention at the time.

 

I’d also seen him shaking his head “No” a couple of times too, but paid it no farther attention as I was engrossed in what I was doing with that steadily stiffening shaft of flesh of his that I was fondling.

 

I was sitting with my back towards the bedroom door, and wasn’t really paying it that much attention. Jeff was sitting there on the bed next to me, facing the door, kind of looking at it from time to time while he allowed me the privilege of sitting there, and lustfully stroking his now almost completely erect manhood.

 

And all the while I had, more than willingly, been allowing him to amuse himself by fondling my breasts, and my ass cheek that was next to him, and telling me how fucking fine I was all the while that he was doing it too. Needless to say that all of that sexy sweet talk was swelling my head to the max too.

 

Then I had notice Jeff looking at the door again, as though he was looking to see who was there and then nod his head “yes.” A few seconds later Tiffany comes bouncing back into the bedroom with a big shit eating grin on her face.

 

Next Twalla came strutting back in about ten seconds or so after Tiff and they had both sat on the bed with me and Jeff and started giggling, and snickering between themselves.

 

I couldn’t help but notice the way that Twalla was sitting there on the side of the bed looking at Jeff with a big cheesy grin on her face when she had made a motion towards his cock with her head. I had also noticed the way that Jeff had just smiled back at her as he nodded his head “yes.”

 

Right about then was when I had kind of realized that they had been signaling each other back and forth for some time now. But I was a whole lot more interested in what I was doing with that huge hunk of manhood that I was holding in my hands than I was in what they had been signaling each other about.

 

Fuck, as I would later find out I probably should have been a lot more interested in knowing what all of that signaling shit had been about right then too. But who knows, if I had of known then I might have backed out and missed out on this whole sexual experience.

 

To be continued…

 

 

OK, so that's it for this chapter, let me know what you think Boo. Click “Here” to go forward to Chapter Six.  

 

 ♥ Wendy

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I'd had a really weird dream.

I was sat in a cafeteria with really cheap white tables - I was sat against the wall, as I was isolating myself from everyone else there.
My brother Ian showed up, with three other lads - one had a lot of spots, one had a yellow shirt and one had green hair. Ian sat opposite me and the other three lads sat around me.

Then Ashleigh arrived - but couldn't get around to my side of the table, so she sat beside Ian.
We were talking for a while - before another person came in through the door.

She was the absolute double of Ashleigh - only her hair was darker, her clothes were a different colour, her voice was higher and her wheelchair frame was blue.
She said her name was Rhona Robinson.

I woke up and felt very confused.
My dreams sometimes serve a purpose - but all that one did was confuse me.

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I spent most of today playing The Misadventures Of Tron Bonne.
I have 3 missions left to complete - along with the shitty ruins exploration level.

My Servbots' stats are all pretty high - there's a few more who need their attack levels raising.
I can't stand doing training course 1 though.
Training course 2 only takes about a minute - often less.
Course 1 always takes 3+ minutes and it's so damn tedious.

The more valuble stat raiser would be the more annoying one, wouldn't it?!

I'm also pissed off with the bastard farm level.
I spent 20 minutes fucking about working out how to ride and capture the horses - only to have my truck destroyed during the boss fight.
BASTARDS.

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After I turned it off in frustration: Ashleigh had came online. She informed me that she was coming tomorrow - and had a mini-rant about her newly accquired Guitar Hero: Metallica (which she's bringing tomorrow) - we then discussed our plans.

We've decided on playing through some of the band career of GHM, watching the DVD that Paul burned me (Lesbian Vampire Killers) and continuing our game of Monopoly from Monday.

Once her connection died, I pulled out my drum kit and played a few quick gigs on World Tour.
I then swapped to bass and thrashed through a few more songs on Hard - 5 100% scores in a row.

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Dad had been to ASDA and bought a shitload of cookies - so I ate half a packet of Maryland triple chocolate chip while I watched the first half of Britain's Got Talent.

I began to wonder - am I evil?
When Hollie Steel had her emotional breakdown, bless her - I thought it was pretty sweet, and I felt sorry for her - but I couldn't help pissing myself laughing.
Every time I hear children cry - I laugh uncontrollably. Babies especially. My word, they make me bloody manic. :)

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Then mam arrived home to ruin my pretty neutral day.

I asked her if Ashleigh and Shelly could come tomorrow - which she doesn't normally decline to - but then she said no.
Her reason was pathetic though: "It's her day off and she doesn't want the house full."

For a start - there's two of them - not twenty-two.
For a second - we're only ever in my room. We only come down to eat at the table because Ash isn't wonderfully skilled at balancing trays on her lap.
I eat alone upstairs for the other 6 days of the week - do I honestly bother her with my presence in the room for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES?

Then she had a whinge on saying why can't I go to Ash's or to Shelly's.
For one - I can very rarely get to Ash's. Dad starts work too early a lot of the time to take me - which I'm not bitter about, it can't be helped. (Besides, dad isn't a cunt to me, so I don't blame him for anything.)
And if I tried bussing it - fuck knows what the fare would be. I'm guessing £4+.
Mam bitches enough as it is giving me £4 a day to get to college and eat.

It's not that fucking easy to eat on £2.20 a day you know.
Most drinks are £1 and most sandwiches are £2. Yep - how does that work out?

And I don't want to go to Shelly's because her mam slags me off.
I know my mam isn't overly fond of Shelly, but she doesn't say half the abusive shite that her mam comes out with.

Following this rant - she then said we're always in the kitchen when she wants to be in there.
WELL SORRY FOR WANTING TO EAT AT TEA-TIME. YOU KNOW, THE NORM?

What, she wants me to drag Ashleigh down the stairs so she can decide on what she wants, then send her straight back up?
Hmmmmm?

She did say she'd let them come, but only if we stay out of her way.
 I don't fucking go near her at the best of times. Swear to God.

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And there's two moths flitting about in my room. They're doing my tits in.
I'm only wearing a shirt and underwear - they keep landing on my bare leg and tickling me.
I'm slightly afraid of moths - but nowhere near as scared as I am of spiders.

I was really tired earlier when I had my fortnightly migraine - but now it's gone, I'm wide awake.
With fuck all to do.
Gaaaaaaaaaaah.

It's probably the most cliche thing, but he is my drug. When I don't have him, I crave him, I need him, I miss everything about him. We can talk for hours for quite a few days, and then when one day goes by when I don't talk to him, I'm depressed. I want him so badly that it hurts me.

 

She doesn't know what it's like to love him. And yet she's the one who gets to have him. Fuck me sideways.

 

 

 

Oh, hello Mindsay.

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From the NY Times:

Marilyn French, a writer and feminist activist whose debut novel, “The Women’s Room,” propelled her into a leading role in the modern feminist movement, died on Saturday in Manhattan. She was 79 and lived in Manhattan.

The world is a much better place without this sexist bitch. Here is what she had to say about men:

“All men are rapists, and that’s all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, and their codes.”

She knows nothing about men. In fact. the world is full of decent men who love their families, and respect women. To say we are all rapists shows a stupendous degree of ignorance.  I will not waste any further time on this pathetic individual.