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Originally posted by GuerillaPete View PostThis is indeed the best thread ever. Evah! As we say here in NYC. I'm embarrassed that I'm only finding out about this thread just now. I guess I'm 'guitar-blind' by overseeing this area of the JCF.
Forget get all this guitar-shit. I'm gonna start working on my margarita-making skills!
Lou! Where are you! You should option this thread into a movie deal!So I woke up,rolled over and who was lying next to me? Only Bonnie Langford!
I nearly broke her back
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( continued. . . sorry for the delay )
To continue and finalize this chapter with GF 1, our sexual escapades were getting out of hand. It got to be like doing blow, you just never reached the top anymore. You could see the top of the mountain, but, you just never got there. In fact, we started doing a little blow to keep going at it. She found out she loved a little coke rubbed on her clit. She said it went numb for a bit ,but, it came back super sensative. We fucked like tards on blow. We didnt care where or in front of who. We would take the kids to the park and lay out on a blanket. We always took a section in the back corner so therr was nothing but woods and river behind us. She had this huge umbrella she would open and tilt so no one could see us and we would fuck right there. She finally had her tubes tied thank God.
She was still in love with her friend and they kept talking about her getting pregnant. " Not by my penis " I said to myself. She tried the old " catch the load in her mouth and spit it into her friends snatch " a few more times, but, it didnt work. Gf1 loved to be tied up and abused. She was like me in that the pain was getting to be a high all its own. She would get off by me or us tying her up and giving her a good throttle with a belt, fishing poles, cue sticks anything that could leave welts really easily. She loved to be bitten hard. Then her friend had this idea. Why not fist her. There was no way I could do it as my hands are freakishly huge, but, the friend had very small dainty hands. When that hands got up in there, she went insane!!! I am standing over her, her friend has my dong on her mouth and is forearm deep in my girlfriend. GF1's head about explodes and all kinds of bodily fluid starts shooting out from her nether regions. She jumps up after a few seconds and demands we untie her. We got the ties and the blindfold off and she had a different look in her eyes. I thought we broke her. Nope, she tells us she is deepley in love with us both and wants all three of us to be a family. She said she knew some wizard or some shit that would do it. I said sure. . . .after all, I dont believe in this goofy shit anyways. So we all have this outdoor wiccan ceremony in which I had to get completely loaded just to tolerate. Some strange mother fuckers out there!!!
Before you know it, we are having people over watching us go at it. Our house had about 8 different couples at one time watching us fuck. Some people would leave because they couldnt believe the stuff we did. Some stayed because they realized they liked seeing this and it showed them it was okay to do it. So, we were all fucking. It was the " Den of Sin " and we were the talk of the town. We were almost like sex royalty in this small city of about 45,000. It got to where we didnt have enough room for all these people. Our only rule was no cameras. If we wanted our business plastered on the internet, we would do it ourselves and charge for it. People started to get involved with us. Girls would lay down after I dumped a load in the GF1 and she would squat over them and relay it to their mouths. My other GF would finger band herself amd GF 1 and give the guys a finger sample. GF1 would tap the other GF with a strap on and go around and let everyone either have a taste or she would poke them if they wanted. Technically, they are my Wiccan wives now ,but, remeber GF1 was the original and GF was her friend.
Towards the end of this golden era, I was tied down on the bed and had Viagra in the system and a hard on a cat couldnt scratch. I am blind folded and on of the girls get on me. I know which one it is as their vaginas felt different. Both were great ,but, different. It was GF1. GF is down there sucking on the twins. GF notices the sack is tightening up and I am about to blow. She tells GF1 and they swap. GF keeps riding me and I tell her she needs to get up as she still is unprotected. She keeps on it and I blow. Yup, a few weeks later, they succeded and found out she was pregnant. Well, I was pretty pissed about this and at the same time, was okay with it. It appeared the three of us were going to be together forever anyways, so, what the hell.
Our sexcapades continued. Then something happened between the two GFs. I dont know what it was ,but, GF1 was infuriated like I had never seen. The bitch was cutting herself, stapling herself, burning herself. . . . the bitch be crazy. I come home and see all these candles and incense burning. She is sitting on the floor mumbling some wierd shit and told me GF was out of our covenant. I had to fight the laughter back. Our covenant. . . WTF is wrong with you is what I was thinking. So I mentioned that GF is almost 4 months along and I dont want to have kids scattered and we need to make it right. She said " I have already taken care of that. It wont be a problem to us." I asked her what she did. She said she cast a spell on GF and the unborn child. I dont beleive in this shit so I just smirked and thought " whatever ". 2 weeks later, GF is in a car wreck that almost killed her , but, it did kill the child. I still dont believe in this shit,but, kinda odd if you know what I mean.
GF1 and I were not in the best of places with each other. Our relationship was fading and it was hard to get that sexual high with the GF. GF1 said she had an idea. She goes into the bedroom and comes out wearing the strap on. Yeah. . . . uh. . . . . hell no!!! I have no problem with gay people ,however, I have a problem with stuff going up my butt. It just is not my cup of tea. Period. This is where we retro back into the other chapter of me walking in and finding her fucking some guy in the ass. This was her new fetish. As far as I know, over 10 years later, she is pegging her current boyfriend.
( continued )" I do not pay women for sex. I pay for them to leave after the sex ". -Wise words of Charlie Sheen
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Best thread ever! You are a great story teller Lou. I mean it, it's a gift. Keep it coming."I have so much gayness at times. My wife walks in my music room, and there I am, in my undies, listening to "Sister Christian" while lighting fireworks..doin' blow." - Bill Z
"I leave off the back plate and pinch my forskin between the tension springs. That may not work for everyone. But I find that the people love it. Half the tone is in the pud." - Bill Z
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Lou goes to the Dark Side
I have an attraction to non-white women. I love white women, but, I have seen so many in my life, I find myself gravitating to women of different ethnicities. Ironically, my wife is so white, she makes snow look like it has a tan.
I really love that honey brown texture on black women. I was friends with Lekeitha ever since grade school. She was an extremely intelligent girl and carried a 4.0 grade all the way through her college years. She listened to all kinds of music and loved the glam bands of the 80s. Our friendship was so tight, we never dated through high school or boned or anything. It would be cool because during your teen years, you think you know everything,but, you dont know shit. She would be sitting around with her girlfriends who were usually all black and I would pop up to scope thwm out. This usually turned into a million questions for me regarding boys in general and questions debunking the myths people have created for different races.
This was right around the time I got my drivers license. Lekeithas mom and dad loved me as I didnt see them as black people. They were people. I have always felt that way about people though. The color doesnt make or break a person. I pick Lekeitha and her friend Rochelle up and we go cruising. We run into some of her friends. and we all pull into an empty lot and girls doing what girls do, I realized I am the only white person there with all these beautiful ebony girls. Most of the girls were okay with me, there was always that one or two that just didnt seem to appreciate me as much. Its all good though. In my history of dating and scrogging these beautiful ebony honies, you will find that when black women get together as a large group, they often bring up dating out of their race ,but, out of fear of rejection, none admit they would as they feel it is betraying their ethnic history. When it is a smaller group or a couple of really good friends, they are more open to it.
One evening in the fall, it was getting a little chilly and Lekeitha, her boyfriend, Rochelle and I were in one of their cars cruising. It breaks down and we are out in the middle of nowhere. Cell phones werent available to us in 1989. Lekeitha and her boyfriend decide to walk back to town and Rochelle and I stayed with the car. We talked for a little bit and then we just started kissing. I remember those lips being the softest lips I had ever kissed up to that point on my life. I got some booby play and I remember those big brown beatiful nipples like it was just 5 minutes ago. She wouldnt let me go any farther than that unfortunately. I was going crazy thinking about diving into her vaj.
It took a few more dates ,but, I got it. And I was hooked!!! I realized i love seeing black women laying there naked beside my pasty white ass. I loved rubbing baby lotion all over her big round ass and watch it shine like a freshly waxed paint job. I loved the way she was passionate one moment and a freak the next. We had some good times ,but, it came time for her to leave for college. We were both pretty sad ,but, life goes on.
It was usually me, Lekeisha, Rochelle and another girl named Jocelyn hanging out together. Jocelyn was supposed to go off to college ,but, her grandmother came ill and she decided to delay it for a semester. Her and I hung out as we had no one else. After a night of staying up late and watching movies, we started making out at her house. Jocelyn is not just black, she is VERY black. She is a very dark skinned girl. Beautiful features on her face and body ,but, damn. . . . she looked like my shadow when she walked next to me. Her nipples were completely black. It looked someone took a black Sharpie and colored over them. She opened her legs and I look down at the gash and thought to myself " Dayum!!! It looks like a black cat with a baby robin in its mouth! " She was a very passionate sensual person in bed. There was not a bit of that " ghetto porn girl " in her. We got plenty of stares from people when we went out anywhere. This bothered her, but, not as muxh as when her grandmother expressed her disappointment. Grandma was a religious old bird and thought races shouldnt mix. Jocelyn explained to her that she never felt for anyone the way she did me and that she was not attracted to black men. This was the last conversation she had with her grandmother as her grandmother passed away in her sleep that night. Jocelyn let it get to her and ended our relationship. That was the last I ever seen of Jocelyn as she went on to college.
PS as I am writing this, the MIL just came through the living room in her sexy little panties. I love that woman like no other. We got a couple hours before she has to leave. Off to drop a load or two.
( continued )" I do not pay women for sex. I pay for them to leave after the sex ". -Wise words of Charlie Sheen
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"I have so much gayness at times. My wife walks in my music room, and there I am, in my undies, listening to "Sister Christian" while lighting fireworks..doin' blow." - Bill Z
"I leave off the back plate and pinch my forskin between the tension springs. That may not work for everyone. But I find that the people love it. Half the tone is in the pud." - Bill Z
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