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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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In Case Of Teacher,

Kids, Spouse, or Boss

Hi Everyone,

Thanks for your intrest in this story, hope that you enjoied reading it.

 

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:

 

This Is A Page Taken From

“The Diary Of A Teen Aged Whore”

 

Titled:

How My Mom’s Boyfriend Fucked Me

“The First Time”

 

A True Story

By:

Wendy Tight Tush

aka

Pussy Patter

© 15 September 2007

 

How

My Mom’s Boyfriend Fucked Me

“The First Time”

 

 

 

Chapter Six

 

Well, needless to say, once I had entered into my own blissful little sexual fantasy zone my full attention had been focused on the extremely sensual sexual scene that was steadily unfolding in my mom’s bedroom while she was getting her jollies by having her brains fucked out, right before my eyes, and I had been totally unaware of anything else that was going on around me.

 

Shit like that seems to happen to me, real quick too, just about any time that I’m really getting into having any kind of sex at all, and it doesn’t seem to matter what kind of sex I’m having either.

 

It doesn’t seem to matter if I’m doing a good hott sixty-nine or just gagging myself on some dudes cock, having a hot, wet tongue working through my split or having my brains fucked out through my ass either.

 

I mean… losing my grip on reality and sliding into the realm of sexual bliss the way I do so easily just seems to be a natural thing to me. But I’ve had lots of other girls tell me that something must be wrong with me because nothing like that EVER happens to them whenever they’re getting fucked.

 

I mean it’s really a great feeling and all, but at times… like most of the time really, I’ve noticed that it seems to work to my own detriment. That’s because when that happens to me I seem to have a natural tendency to let all of my defenses, mental, physical, and spiritual, just drop by the wayside, and just be concentrating on the lustful joy of whatever type of sex that I’m having at that moment, and that’s caused me to have some awfully rough fuck sessions.

 

Well the events of this day were going to prove to be no different than those of days long past, because I had already lost myself in the spiritual realm and my lust had become so intense that I was no longer aware of anything going on around me….

 

Anyway, there I was, kneeling there on the floor in the hallway, peeking through my mom’s bedroom door, and jacking myself off like some kind of horny fricking nymph in heat who was waiting for her favorite Satyr to mount her while I was watching my mom getting her brains fucked out.

 

Then much to my surprise I was snatched back out of the spiritual realm of sexual bliss, and had been jerked back into the reality of the here and now, rather abruptly, when I had felt what I could only presume to have been two strong masculine hands suddenly gripping my young ass by the sides of my well rounded haunches.

 

Shit! I don’t know how I had managed not to squeal out real loud when that had happened but I hadn’t screamed or anything even though it had scared the fricking shit out of me when it had happened.

 

But somehow I had managed not to scream. Shit, I know that my eyes had bulged out as though I had just had a big dick slammed up my unsuspecting ass hole when that had happened though.

 

Anyway, I had sucked in a real sharp breath, at the same time I had almost jumped all of the way across to the other side of the hallway as I had spun around on the floor really fucking quick.

 

My back was up pressing flat against the wall, I had my knees jerked up against my tits pretty tight, and I was quickly scrooching my taunt little ass closer to my bedroom door.

 

Then my panic had subsided somewhat and I had ceased my frantic efforts to escape from whoever it had been that had just grabbed hold of my horny little ass when my eyes had finally focused on the intruder. I had quickly realized, much to my fricking surprise, and I might add my immense sexual joy at what I was seeing right that moment, that it was yet another longtime family friend, Mr. Smith.

 

Mr. Smith had just managed to come into the house and like sneak up on me without me hearing him because I had been out, joyfully strolling around in the spiritual real of sexual bliss, when he had walked up behind me, knelt down behind me, and had grabbed me by the sides of my ass cheeks without me ever know that he was there… until he’d grabbed my ass that is.

 

Mr. Smith was a thirty-nine year old black man. He stands about six foot two inches tall and weighs close to a hundred eighty, maybe a hundred ninety pounds and almost everybody in town calls him Ralph. Well, everybody except me, I’ve always called him Mr. Smith.

 

So anyway, he’s like the manager of the butcher shop at our local super market. Well, much to my surprise, and like I said earlier ‘my sexual delight’, there he was kneeling there on the floor staring at me with a big lustful grin on his face, and with what appeared to be at least ten inches of steely hard “Prime Fricking Beef” sticking straight up out of his unzipped pants.

 

The ‘surprise’ part had been when he had grabbed hold of me by my ass, the ‘sexual delight’ part had came from seeing the bone that he had thrown, and knowing that he’d thrown it for me, sticking up in the air the way that it had been.

 

Anyway, he had this big lustful, “oh hell yeah little girl”, grin on his face that said “I’m so gonna be fucking you Wendy” as we just stared at each other for several seconds.

 

Well I think that Mr. Smith could sense the fact that not only was I one horny little whore by my very nature, but that I also had a sexual bonfire beginning to grow way down deep in my belly right then, and had just instinctively know that he was going to be getting some pussy from me in short order… just as I had instinctively known that I was going to be giving myself up to him, and in short order too.

 

I mean… because of the way that my eyes had first locked with his for several seconds just before they had darted from his face straight down to that rock hard cock of his and then just stayed there while I sat there on the floor just fucking drooling at the object of my affections.

 

To Be Continued…

 

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Well that's it for this chapter, let me hear what you thought about it...OK Boo"

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♥ Wendy

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I decided to make the list of the things that I indeed achieved during this break… to reassure myself, I suppose….

 

-         I rested from my super-tiring pre-break week.

-         Went downtown to purchase Xmas gifts… in the very last minute, but I did!

-         Finished one of my knitting projects… I haven’t got a picture of myself wearing it yet, but it is done…

-         Knit together the biggest part of a wedding quilt… there are still some sides missing and the batting and backing to add, but it shouldn’t take too long… I HAVE to finish it soon though, so that H. can hand-quilt it before the end of May.

-         Knitted half of a cool sweater for myself. I hope it will be finished soon so that I can wear it!

-         Prepared a whole lesson on PowerPoint, it should last 3 or 4 hours (which is 2 weeks of work for those classes).

-         Went jogging 3 times, I did not go today… unfortunately…

 

I still have tons of things to do! So, I’m off!

Bat quilt completed!  Didn't take very long either.  The bats weren't nearly as difficult to quilt on as the guitars were.  It is nice and cozy to sleep under, and I think it will get good use.  I shall post pictures of both later this week as soon as I'm able to take some good shots.

I do have quite a wish list of quilts I'd like to make, but I need to figure out either what pattern to make, or what fabric to use.  On my list of to-dos is a book quilt for my mom, and one for my other half, who has yet to receive one of his own. 

So who's next.  I pick....Nomad!  You had asked, and if you like a more modern quilt, I'm up for the challenge.  I have an idea in my head, but I'm not sure if our visions will mix or match.  I see something similar to the bat quilt in terms of a "pattern" but using bright large bold floral print (ala Marimekko - but their fabric can get way expensive) and I'm picturing it in bright orange and red.  This would be an excellent collaboration project!  Drop me an email (or maybe we can Skype - it's been awhile!!!) and we can discuss!