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[amouthfulofsin220]

I'd just like to reiterate about the contents of this particular page...





Thank you.

Looks like a creative idea for a water fountain...

and oh, how the dry boxed old virgins and nymphomaniacal whores would thirst

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

1989 – Osaka


This was one of those encounters where some of the key items are missing – I do not recall the fuckee’s name (I do, however, recall just about everything else about her) or exactly how she came into our (myself and my roomie’s) lives. I remember that my friend met her when she showed up at our doorstep, selling something door-to-door. I do not recall what she was selling. Anyways, he had struck up a conversation with her and invited her in for tea.

The night of this particular fuck session, I had been out for a jog during the early evening hours. Returning to the apartment, drenched in sweat, I walked through the front door to find the two of them sitting at the kitchen table drinking beer. This was a couple weeks after their initial meeting – I had seen her several times during that stretch, and I knew the two of them were fucking. She was in her mid-30s, so she had a good 12 years on the two of us. She was pretty goddamn hot – quite petite (no surprise there; maybe 5’1” and all of 95 lbs), long dark hair, gorgeous almond eyes. A real stunner.

I greeted them and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. I stood there chatting with them (her grasp of English was excellent), still dripping with sweat, although starting to cool down. As I spoke with her, I looked her right in the eyes – I couldn’t get enough of that sweet face of hers. I don’t know what it was about that particular night, but you could sense that something was in the air. Maybe it was the way she looked back at me? My friend and I had built a history of sharing girls the past 5 years, so by that time we were well versed in the art form.

I excused myself to take a shower. The layout of our small apartment presented me with an opportunity to instigate our shenanigans. The kitchen was at the front half of it; the living area was through a door, directly behind the kitchen. Only two rooms – very small square footage. The sole bathroom was off the kitchen, so I’d have to walk back through it to get to the shower. I walked through the door and disrobed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I walked back through the kitchen, past them, and opened the bathroom door.

Turning on the light, I then ran the shower to get it to the temperature I wanted – I stepped back out for a moment and chatted some more with the two of them. I had developed half a chub under the towel, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Walking back to the bathroom, I dropped the towel, glancing back out to see her looking my way. I half-turned while pulling back the curtain and slowly closing the door, giving her a good look at my swelling cock (for those of you who have seen “Wild Things”, think of that shower scene where Kevin Bacon’s bacon is briefly revealed).

When I exited the bathroom a couple minutes later, they weren’t in the kitchen. I walked through the door, back into our living area and there they were, naked and going at it. I stood there wrapped in my towel, watching him doggie her – pounding his meat in and out of her, pulling her hair back like he was riding the last couple of lengths at the Kentucky Derby. She was alternating between moans and screams, slamming her ass hard against his dick, creating little seismic waves across her cheek flesh. As they continued banging, I noticed her nipples as her tits rocked back and forth – they were erect and fucking super-long.

A minute later, he slowed and then pulled out of her. She rested for a moment; panting, she pulled the hair out of her face and I could see the beads of sweat on her forehead. She pivoted, crawling off the bed and over to me, on all fours. She sat up and looked into my eyes as she untucked my towel and exposed my stiffening crank. She cupped my balls in her hand and then gave them a suckling with her soft mouth. As my shaft rose further she began stroking me, working her thumb and forefinger over and around the cock head. Taking me in her mouth, she engulfed my length in a sea of warm saliva and waves of arcing tongue rolls.

Wanting to keep the momentum going, I brought her up from her knees and bent down so our mouths could meet. Our tongues probed each other as we exchanged soft, passionate kisses. She began pressing her lips harder against mine, grabbing my cock to stroke it. My hands explored her skin, making stops along the way. I brought a couple fingers up against her pussy lips, feeling the wetness. She tensed. Then, I picked her up and brought her down, resting her on top of my dick. I slowly slid myself all the way inside her, as her vagina tightened around my shaft. I began to pump harder, a hand on each of her ass cheeks for support. My buddy sat there watching us.

I moved her to the bed, pulled out, and she once again assumed the doggie position. I knelt behind her as my friend moved in front of her. She started working his cock over while I ate her pussy and asshole before plunging back inside of her. I flicked my tongue around her moist, pink pucker hole while my fingers probed inside her sopping tunnel. She continued sucking on the cock in front of her and brought an arm back to grab at me, letting me know she wanted some cock at that end. I spent a little more time tongue fucking her bunghole before slicking up my dick and placing it between her pussy lips.

I slid my cock slowly in and out of her, going all the way in and then pulling back until my head was almost completely out, then working back inside. It looked like he was about to cum up there at her front, so I steadied myself so she could focus on finishing him. As she worked him to orgasm, I slow fucked her pussy and watched them. As he came, she reared her head up to catch him in her mouth. His jizz streamed out and she greedily licked it up, fingering it up on her face and taking it in her mouth.

As that came to its conclusion, I turned up the heat and began fucking her hard. I rolled her over and started doing her missionary. I brought those long nipples into my mouth and gently bit at them as I began to reach that point of no return. She wrapped her legs around me as I plunged long and hard. I pulled out and shot my load all over her jet-black bush and porcelain belly….

[wickedsensation]

[UnknownLegend]

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[amouthfulofsin220]

Kinky, Ham, really kinky

Thanks for posting...

P.S.-I can't get over your nym, it's awesome lol.

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

Thanks.

There's a part two and three, actually (and beyond) - just more tag team (and even solo) fuck goodness. You didn't have to be born Japanese, UL - up to that point ('89) 4 of those 5 years were on American soil, so believe me - we shared more non-Asians.

[chickenona]

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[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

Thanks a lot Hammy, you always come through for us. I'm about to re-read that post before I head into the shower for my private time with the Water Pik if you follow my wake.

Oh, I do. Trust me on that one.

She can't possibly do for him what I do and I want to show him that RIGHT NOW

That's what I'm thinking. That young lady doesn't sound appealing to me at all. But a wordly woman who knows what she wants and knows how to give it, too? Nigga please. That's HAWT.

Anyhoo, Vermont is a fun state. My lasting memory of it is from a night I hung out at a bar in Brattleboro back in '86 (with the same college roomie/Japan buddy of mine). We picked up a couple girls (maybe I should write about that one - the girl I ended up with was SUCH A BITCH but there was something about her attitude that made me want to bathe her in my semen) that night, but I also got hit on by a dude when I was in the bathroom for a piss break.

I was standing there at the urinal and the guy next to me comments on my schlong. Weiner platitudes are cool and all, but I prefer that they come from a being with a set of luscious mams and a squeezebox that will force my testicles to painfully rear themselves on either side of my cock before unleashing a torrent of spunk. I thanked the dude for the nice words, said 'no thanks' and high-tailed it back to the bitch on wheels.

[chickenona]

Hahaha, yeah, Hammy, that sounds like a typical Brat Saturday night to me.

You gotta do a write-up about that bitch on wheels.

As for you, Burg - thank you! The thought processes of a dom male are fascinating to me and that was a great encapsulation of what's going on when you do your thing. Compelling reading.

[UnknownLegend]

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[amouthfulofsin220]

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[UnknownLegend]

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[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

Ham,
I was wondering if you could share some of the back story, like, how did you and this friend begin tag teaming girls? Was it something you discussed with each other when you met someone? Who was the first girl and did it happen by accident or was it planned?

Also- was there ever a girl that wasn't into having sex with two of you (after you initiated events) or became nervous and bailed?

The first girl we ever tag teamed was a 19-year old named Jackie who lived a couple towns over from our college campus. My friend was seeing her best friend at the time and the two of them set me up on a blind date with her. This was in early 1986, just after I had turned 20. The two girls drove to meet us and the four of us attended a social event at the Campus Center building. Jackie and I ended up having sex that first night.

Fast forward a couple weeks – my friend and her friend had a blow up and stopped seeing each other. Jackie and I were still involved/going at it. The tag team happened on a weekend night in early March and she was the instigator. I don’t remember all of the details, but do recall that she suggested it – I knew she found my buddy attractive and I think her friend gave her intimate details about him.

So the three of us were aware it was going to take place – and it was really hot. For me, it was always a big turn on to see a girl I was with get fucked by my friend. She really got into it – so much so that I had to crank up a Metallica LP on our turntable to drown out her screaming.

I remember walking out of my dorm room afterwards and all of these girls that lived on our floor were hanging out in the hallway – I got a bunch of funny looks as I walked down the hall to the bathroom (just had a towel wrapped around my waist/flip flops on my feet). I knew they knew what was going on in there. I lived on that floor through the spring semester in 1987 and during those final months I messed around with 3 girls on that floor (including two who were roommates).

I’ll have to post about that, too.

I remember there was one girl who changed her mind on us – and she was another one who did the threesome suggestion – so we didn’t end up screwing but we did get some dueling fellatio out of the deal.

[amouthfulofsin220]

*bump* bitches!

I'm suffering from a small bout of writer's crap, I wish I had someone to...umm... inspire me

P.S.-yep, I spelled it right

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

What kind of inspiration are you looking for, mouthful? Written? Visual? Both?

[amouthfulofsin220]

I leave it up to the inspirer...

(is that a word? I hope so)

[chickenona]

Yo

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

Is it Nona's b-day today? Happy Birthday!

Your post about obsession made me think of the Comparative Literature teacher I had during my sophomore year in college. She was a Belgian hottie, late 20s, fuck-me bookworm glasses, and a set of ever-stiff nipples that pushed through her tops, leaving me squirming in my seat - my swollen member begging for mercy as I tried in vain to concentrate on the subject at hand. She would make good fodder for my first fictional entry here, as I spent that semester fantasizing about violating her holes.

[chickenona]

My birthday was Saturday. I'm officially older than dirt.

Professor crushes are the best, too.

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

Happy belated - y'know, you're only as old as you feel... and I agree about prof crushes!



THE THREE FLOOR MATES

Part I: Julie


During my junior year at college, I lived on the third floor of a 4-floor dormitory. The building was supposed to be dry, even for those of legal drinking age, but the resident assistants tended towards leniency with regard to that policy – as long as you kept the alcohol within your/a room, they (generally) wouldn’t report it.

One Friday evening early in the spring semester of ’87 my friend, who lived two doors down from me) had a party in his room. It got really packed, and the girl who lived at the far end of the floor, Julie, caught my eye. Naturally, I noticed her back in the fall semester, but we were both involved during its duration, so nothing ever happened between us. On this night, however, things would be different.

She was a tall (5’7”), athletic brunette with pretty green eyes. At that room party, I saw her looking across the sea of people at me, smiling. I worked my way over to her and yelled something in her ear (loud music was playing in the room). Just some small talk, but she got touchy-feely with me, flirting with me by touching my hand, squeezing my arm. After a couple minutes, I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere quiet.

We made out way through the rowdy crowd and walked two doors down to my room. I had passed my roommate on the way through the crowd and said in his ear “give me some time in the room, okay?” with a smile and a wink. He nodded approvingly. We stepped into my room and I closed the door. Turning to her, she stood there with a coy look on her face.

“So – do you want to talk some more, or do you want to kiss me?” she cooed.

I silently stepped towards her, and with a broad grin on my face, embraced her and we exchanged a soft, brief kiss. The kissing then increased in length and intensity – our mouths and tongues probing each other and we pawed at each other’s bodies. At 21 years of age (hell, at any age), it didn’t take much to make me rock hard, and this situation was no different. My cock strained against my jeans as we pressed flesh through our clothing.

I grabbed at her ass as she returned the favor, all the while my throbbing member pulsing up against her thigh. It was getting hot and heavy. I worked my hands down the back of her jeans and groped at her tush. Glorious. She was working her right hand on my balls and cock. As Bon Scott crooned in "Gone Shootin'" – Feel the pressure rise…hear the whistle blow…

I’ll tell y’all right now – I didn’t fuck her. It just didn’t happen. Not to say what happened wasn’t hot, but I never got to explore her as much as I desired.

Eventually, I got her top and bra off, to expose some very nice tits. Nicely-sized, with perfect dark brown areolas and stiff nipples. I crouched down to take them in my mouth as I continued pawing at her ass. She got down on her knees and started working on the zipper of my jeans. She tugged them down and they fell to my ankles. She rubbed my shaft through my briefs, then pulled down the front band to greet lil’ Hammy.

The feeling of her mouth on my cock’s head and shaft sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. She knew how to work a dick. This continued for a couple minutes, until I reached my climax and shot streams of warm cum across her breasts. We helped each other clean up, she gave me a slap on my ass, and then we returned to the party in my friend’s room.

While we only experienced a couple more brief encounters before she hooked up with a guy that she ended up with long-term, I’ll always have fond memories of her. But the connection didn’t end there, because her roommate Lauren would step into the picture a couple weeks later….

[chickenona]

Hahaha, Hammy you are such a player.

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

THE THREE FLOOR MATES

Part II – Lauren


A couple weeks after my shenanigans with Julie, I found myself thoroughly hammered on another lost weekend adventure at my college. Marching on with my quest to drain as many bottles/cans as possible, a feat only rivaled by my lizard-draining trips to the bathrooms on all four floors of the dormitory – in/out, wash/rinse/repeat.

I was blasting a variety of metal LPs from the day (Reign in Blood, Master of Puppets, Bathory, Venom, Whiplash, etc.) in my room, oblivious to the fact that I was likely annoying the shit out of my Smiths and Violent Femmes-obsessed neighbors. A couple girls on my floor enjoyed listening to metal, but they mostly leaned towards the hair band variety, so that didn’t really help matters.

So - Julie was off getting acquainted with her new man upstairs, and I was once again unattached and raring to go. Her roommate, Lauren, was a cutie – all of 5’2”, long brown hair, and a kickin’ little body. I don’t remember how I ended up in her room with her, as I was blacking out here and there that night, but I recall her standing in my room while I was blasting my tunes, and somehow I managed to end up down the hallway in her bed.

I don’t know how much time transpired before I ended up in her room, but the next thing I knew, I was lying on top of her on her bed with my hands down the front of her jeans. She said something along the lines of “No, no – I told you, I’m on my period” as she pushed my hands away. I’m pretty sure I was okay with that, but evidently my drunken ass had different plans, because I recall digging back in there, past her pubic mound and towards the promised land.

“No” she whispered again.

Cue another blackout moment. How long did it last? I have no idea. When I came to, I found myself standing in the middle of her room. I felt something, so I peered down and there was Lauren, on her knees and sucking my cock. She had taken my shorts off, so there I was, standing there with just a t-shirt on while this girl was wheeling and dealing on my knob.

That wasn’t all, though. My focus was pretty wiped due to my inebriated state (and yeah, it’s a wonder I could get it up at all), so I didn’t initially realize that we weren’t alone in her room. When it dawned on me that I was being watched, I focused my vision beyond Lauren and what she was doing and saw 5 or 6 girls sitting there watching the blowjob.

Further concentration made me realize that they were all girls that lived on my floor. Luckily, the alcohol took ALL the care out of that equation, so I’m pretty sure I just smiled or waved at them and then went back to concentrating on her mouth and tongue licking & sucking my schween for all it was worth. No idea how long she kept at it, but I know I shot my load for all to see, and I might’ve even fired a couple ropes up over her head, landing in her hair. Not 100% sure about that…

The following year the two of us took a mythology course together, and as I sat there next to her once in a while, chatting away, I always wondered how much more she remembered than I did about that night.


Completing the dormitory trifecta that semester was the lovely Tricia, a girl I had wanted all school year long….

[amouthfulofsin220]

Oh Hammy, how I wish my college experience had touched yours lol. You lucky bastard.

Happy belated birthday, Chicke!

[chickenona]

My birthday was Saturday. I'm officially older than dirt.

Sorry I'm late babe... Happy Birthday!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oz8ctHV3nwA

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Sorry for the threadjack. Please continue with the MMF stories. It's about damn time there's a thread where tag team stories can have a home.

There you are, baby! LOVE the new avatar. And you remembered my favorite Alice song too.

I always enjoy spending birthdays with you. Note your cameo appearance in the Katey story.

[amouthfulofsin220]

Hell yeah, Black_Dog!


(figuratively, of course )

[chickenona]

Yeah, that one is my favorite of yours so far BD.

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

THE THREE FLOOR MATES

Part III: Tricia


Tricia lived diagonally across from me, a couple doors down. We had become friends during the school year (’86-’87) – I was very attracted to her – she was very shy/soft spoken, and was hit on all the time by guys. She seemed to attract jerks, though, and because of that I found myself feeling protective of her. So, we developed a bit of a big brother/little sister relationship. She loved to drink, and couldn’t handle it very well, and several times I pulled her out of potentially dangerous situations when she was hammered and there were vultures there waiting to jump her inebriated bones.

It wasn’t until a sunny Saturday afternoon in April of ’87 that I had my ‘holy shit!’ moment with her. A bunch of us were up on the roof deck hanging out, and Tricia came out there in a bikini. She could’ve been wearing a garbage bag and you still would’ve noticed that she had an awesome body, but this biking she had on made all the guys lose their minds. She had really big, full breasts, a sweet little ass, and an eye-catching stomach-to-hips ratio that triggered primal lust in any hot-blooded male looking her way. Add in her wavy hair, hazel eyes, and pouty lips and guys would jizz…in…their…pants.

The following Friday afternoon I was hanging out on my floor when she stopped by my room for a chat. After a bit I asked her if she wanted to take a walk down to my fraternity house to see if anything was going on. She said yes, so we headed over there. It was pretty quiet there for a late Friday afternoon, so we went down to the basement level where our bar was and I popped in some music and poured us a couple beers.

During the course of the next couple of hours we hung out in the house, drinking beers and listening to music. We ordered some food for delivery and sat upstairs in the kitchen area eating, talking with a couple of the guys who lived in the house. Afterwards, we went back down to the basement for more beers. We were getting pretty buzzed by then, and at that point Tricia started dancing around a bit to the music, grabbing at me, hugging me. This was par for the course for her when she’d get drunk. I had sensed that she liked me for quite a long time, but had hesitated acting on it for the reasons stated above. She was emotionally fragile and I didn’t want to take advantage of her.

Well, so much for good intentions. We started getting touchy feely behind the bar. I had thought about kissing her for a long time, imagining what those lips would feel like, and here I was, on the brink of doing it. With my arms around her, she looked up into my eyes – I slowly brought my face down to hers and our lips met. Whoa, it was even better than I thought it would be – many months of anticipation, finally coming to fruition. We continued gently kissing each other – every so often I’d bring my head back to look into her eyes, touching her hair as I smiled. We kept necking as the level of intensity progressed. Copious groping ensued. Jesus, what a body on this girl – my hands enjoyed themselves, as did hers.

It started getting late, so we walked back to our dorm, hand-in-hand. On the way there I was thinking about what I wanted to do to her, but I also still had a bit on conflict about it – didn’t want to hurt her or disappoint her. “Just play it cool and see what happens” is what I told myself. We stopped back in my room to grab a couple beers out of my mini-fridge and went down to the first floor to the tv room. There were a half dozen people hanging out on the couches in the there (they were set up in rows, theater-style) – we sat down next to each other in the furthest one back. I think an episode of the original Star Trek was on television – didn’t matter, I wasn’t really paying attention.

We drank the beers and chatted with some of the people hanging out in the room. Once the beers were gone, we picked up where we left off at the bar in the frat house. We were both pretty drunk, so we really started going at it with some full-on tongue swapping. We pawed at each other as we kissed, my hand all over her mini skirt; hers dancing up and down the top half of my jeans. Eventually I worked my hand up her skirt and to her crotch. Her panties were soaked. She pulled them off, eased her legs back open and I began exploring her pussy. I worked a couple fingers around her engorged clit while she squirmed in her seat. She groped my crotch, tracing the outline of my stiff shaft.

I ran my fingers along her wet slit, parted her lips, and slowly inserted a couple fingers inside her. She was sopping by this point and felt incredible. There were only a couple other people left in the room at that point, so I made my move and knelt down on the floor in front of her, between her legs and the couch in front of us. She opened her legs again and I brought my face in to her snatch. I tongued around her clit while I ran my fingers through her pubic hair. I ate her pussy, working her clit, finger fucking her. Her body began rising in waves as I continued. Suddenly she stiffened and grabbed my head as her legs tensed and she exploded, her juices entering my mouth as I tasted her.

After that I stood up and took her by the hand. We went back upstairs to her room. Her roommate was back home for the weekend, so we weren’t going to be interrupted. I closed the door behind me and we immediately began kissing & groping again. She tugged at my jeans and I got out of them so fast it would make your head spin. My cock free at last, it stood at attention as she began exploring it. I worked her top off and got my first look at her tits. Holy Sweet Mother of God. I grabbed them as she continued playing with my dick. We both got naked and got on her bed. I lay on my left side as she lay on her back, our hands all over each other. My cock head rubbed against her thigh, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

She pulled me on top of her, my body coming down to rest between her legs. I placed my cock up against her pussy and rubbed the head against her lips. She brought her hand down and parted them for me. I slowly entered her. I gasped as more of my length worked inside her pussy. She moaned and grabbed my ass I plunged to the hilt. I began fucking her hard as she got her legs up around my back. Then she got her legs up on my shoulders and I thrust in an out, angling my cock shaft against her clit, in and out, in and out. I could feel her pussy tighten as I continued with the friction against her, and she exploded in another orgasm as I held her tight and slowly started working my dick back and forth as she came.

I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. It took everything I had not to bust my nut while she was coming, but I had held on. Once her orgasm finally settled down, I pulled out and turned her over onto all fours. I entered her from behind and fucked her hard. I’ve always found that doggie style makes me want to cum faster than any other position, so again it took everything I had not to cum while railing her pussy as a slapped her cute little ass. Another minute and I had to go back to missionary. I re-entered her and plunged in and out. As I began to cum, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and unloaded my seed across her belly and tits. We then lay back, side-by-side, quietly for a bit before beginning with Round Two…..

[chickenona]

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[uptheass]

why did chickenonafart edit itbuyswhoresamongus name out of the title he got replaced by an ugly trannyburger in his own thread it must suck to be itbuyswhoresamongus

[Ham Stroker's Ejacula]

Christ, somebody post a tittie or a snatch or a dick up in this bitch.


Nona, my Washington Monument wang thanks you for your last entry - I done beat it good to that one.