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Memoirs of a Wrestler – #5

blonde nude model in fishnet stockings marilyn jess being groped by multiple men in tuxedos photgraphed by junger madchen

Credit: model Marilyn Jess, photographer Junger Madchen


Booster wife rocked back on her high heels gripping both our cocks tight. “She’s got plenty,” she purred at me, “I want mine.”

My trio stayed  put.

She leaned into Booster’s shoulder. He shrugged genially at me, tugging her strapless dress down to the floor: “I’ll hold her. You do her.”

All our eyes turned back to the spurting spectacle. Cock followed cock exploding onto ABW’s glistening flesh.

Booster wife’s breathing quickened with each spurting at the center. She pumped our cocks in synch with the motion of each succeeding trio.

I turned toward her, lightly stroking her velvety shaved pussy lips with one hand and, reaching behind her with the other, pushing my thumb into her anus and two fingers up into her slick pussy.

Love using that two-handed sweet torture.

Booster and I both felt the quivering beginning of her orgasm as she stopped pumping and held us tight. He reached up roughly kneading her breast and twisting her nipple.

I pushed my thumb into her ass up to the second knuckle and rolled my fingers around inside those silky folds.

She later denied actually blacking out.

But I know better.



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Be The Moon Waxed or Waned

black man cradling in his arms and carrying a blonde woman

The Offering by Valery Bareta


His obsidian skin glitters, be the moon waxed or waned
Her burnished hair floats, be the breeze soft or strong

His arms, a cradle of steel, to shelter her or bind her
Her mouth, a vessel of heat, to inflame him or tame him

His lust

Her lust

Their love?
As light as a feather, be the moon waxed or waned, be the breeze soft or strong.


This is for a Flash Fiction Friday challenge for Friday, 2-10-12, to use the picture above to write a flash fiction piece of 64-123 words, and to use this phrase: “…light as a feather…”


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Memoirs of a Wrestler – #4

blonde in black glasses and lingerie being gangbanged by four black men


Those black librarian glasses were a match to the ones Alpha Booster Wife had worn the night of the Most Valuable awards banquet my junior year.

ABW was the reason our varsity basketball team was perennially in the Final 16. She and her industrialist husband made sure the players that coach wanted to recruit got cars and apartments and cash.

And ABW got in return what she craved – an annually refreshed stable of stallions for orgies and gangbangs at her estate near campus.

The upstairs library there smelled of leather – and, that night, of sex.

She lay on the big ottoman in her black lingerie with all the varsity starters crowded around. Her pussy: filled by the 7′ center. Her hands: each stroking a fat cock. Her mouth: servicing the two forwards.

The rest of us all stood around in an outer ring, athletes in suits, boosters and wives in evening attire. All zippers open. Cocks out. Straining. Dripping. By longstanding custom, all around the ring each booster wife stroked her husband’s cock with her right hand and an athlete’s with her left.

ABW went into a frenzy. She moaned gutturally. Her beautiful big tits swayed rhythmically as she was stuffed with black cocks and covered in spurting jets of white cum.

“More!” she demanded.

In turn, each of the outside trios advanced, with each booster wife pumping her two cocks to orgasm aimed at ABW’s writhing body.

Except my trio.


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Memoirs of a Wrestler – #3

woman fucking a man in cowgirl position with another man in a suit watching

image credit: Garm’s Kiss


Ms. Stewart met us at her front door wearing the black frame librarian style glasses she sometimes affected, black stockings decorated with red bows, and black high heels with red soles. My cock immediately began to swell and shift in my suit trousers.

“Oh,” she said looking at me and lifting the mask up on her forehead.

Nate said, “You remember Mike? Is this ok?”

“I remember Mike. And the other Wolf brothers,” she paused and smiled to herself, glancing at burgeoning bulge at my zipper, “and it’s ok…………..but he has to only watch. This time.”

I smiled tightly, “Of course. You’re in charge……………this time.”

Nate stripped and they desported themselves on the couch. As she rode his cock in a slow rocking motion, her eyes never left me. “Take it out Mike,” she whispered.

I unzipped, pulled out my now fully swollen cock and began to stroke it slowly in my fist. She picked up her own pace, her eyes locked on my motion.

Stopping briefly, I squeezed the shaft; a pearlescent drop bloomed on the tip. She licked her lips and said, “Ok, come closer.”

Recalling for the second time that night the locker room episode , and the way her mouth formed a red O while I fed my cock into it, I began to slam my fist up and down: “Not.   This.   Time.”


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Memoirs of a Wrestler – #2

I remembered Ms. Stewart all right.

She was a blonde in my sophomore year. A blonde with unusual tastes, or so it seemed to me before I had seen more of the world.

I remembered how she cuffed herself to the radiator and looked back over her shoulder at me expectantly.

She had on black – black heels, black stockings and a black g-string. I was used to girls in jeans or cutoffs.

I remembered how it felt wrapping her hair in my fists and pulling her pussy back onto my cock – the inside was so silky and so tight at the same time.


I remembered letting go of her hair with one hand, and beginning to push into her ass with my thumb.

She looked back at me again and said: “You’ve got a brother too, right? Wrestles 187?”

“Actually,” I smiled at her with my teeth, “there’s 4 of us.”


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