More sex education means more teenage pregnancies...always

This is Peter Hitchens' Mail on Sunday column

Sex education has failed. So the Establishment decrees that we must have more of it, and in fact that there shall be no escape from it.

What I don’t grasp is why the people of this country put up with so many separate insults to their intelligence in any given week. 

And why this particular blatantly obvious sequence comes round year by year and nobody even laughs, let alone draws the correct conclusion.

Despite the casual massacre of unborn babies in the abortion mills, and the free handouts of morning-after pills (originally developed for pedigree dogs which had been consorting improperly with mongrels), and the ready issue of condoms to anyone who asks, and the prescription of contraceptive devices to young girls behind the backs of their parents by smiling advice workers, and the invasion of school classrooms by supposedly educational smut, the Teenage Pregnancy Strategy has failed, is failing and will continue to fail.

In the week that figures clearly showed that the Government’s supposed target for cutting teen pregnancy by half is never going to be reached, compulsory smut education – a key part of this ‘strategy’ – was forced on all English schools by law for the first time.

There will be no opt-outs. The new liberal gospel of ‘do what thou wilt – but wear a condom while thou doest it’ will be taught by order of the State.

Some years ago, I wrote a short history of sex education in this country. I didn’t then know about its first invention, during the Hungarian Soviet revolution of 1919, when Education Commissar George Lukacs ordered teachers to instruct children about sex in a deliberate effort to debauch Christian morality.

But what I found was this. That the people who want it are always militant Leftists who loathe conventional family life; that the pretext for it has always been the same – a supposed effort to reduce teen pregnancy and sexual disease; and that it has always been followed by the exact opposite.

It was introduced into schools against much parental resistance during the early Fifties. And, yes, the more of it there was, the more under-age and extramarital sex there seemed to be.

By 1963, in Norwich, parents were told that their young were to be instructed in sexual matters because the illegitimacy rate in that fine city had reached an alarming 7.7 per cent (compared with a national rate of 5.9 per cent). The national rate is now 46 per cent and climbing, so that was obviously a success, wasn’t it?

Well, yes it was, because the people who force these peculiar classes on our young are lying about their aims. You can see why.

Most of us, in any other circumstance, would be highly suspicious of adults who wanted to talk about sex to other people’s children.

But by this sleight of hand – that they are somehow being protected from disease and unwanted pregnancy – we are tricked into permitting it.

And our civilised society goes swirling down the plughole of moral chaos.

Nastiest of the nasty bullies? That would be you, Dave

The problem with Gordon Brown is not his character, his temper or his manners. It is his politics. If he were a good Prime Minister, we would forgive him his personal failings.

Which is why it was silly for David Cameron to call grandiosely for an inquiry into gossip about Mr Brown’s treatment of subordinates. This is not proper politics, and it demeans us.

I said on my blog on Monday that Mr Cameron had better watch out in case people started asking questions about his own actions.

And within hours, a person (whose identity I now know, though he has asked me to keep it confidential) posted the following comment: ‘Cameron is far from blameless.

I had the misfortune to work for him for a couple of months just after he was appointed to the Shadow Education brief in 2005.

‘Rudeness and inconsideration were his stock in trade with repeated attempts to humiliate me in front of others. Middle-of-the-night phone calls to pick up on adverse Press comment were not uncommon – much of it stemming from his own inability to clear a “line-to-take” in time for newspaper deadlines.

Several colleagues often asked why I put up with it. Being an ex-journalist myself, I’ve worked for some nasty types in the past . . . he was undoubtedly the nastiest.’

I think this might help us get the matter back into proportion.

* I also noted that Mr Brown was quoted as complaining that Comrade Dr John Reid, the menacing Brezhnev-era communist who somehow became a Cabinet Minister, was ‘far too Right-wing’ to be Premier. Golly. If Comrade Dr Reid was ‘too Right-wing’, where does Mr Brown think the ‘centre’ is?

The weirdo in Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland gets better as you get older and understand the jokes more clearly.

With modern technology, you could actually make a film of it that was faithful to the text.

But no, we can’t have that. We live in the age of deconstruction and the post-modern, where nothing can be left as it is.

The serial weirdo Tim Burton has instead been let loose on this classic, and appears to have turned it into ‘Willy Wonka meets The Lord Of The Rings’. Who needs this? Does anyone really want to see it?

Swipe at the Tories hits right home

Stuart Wheeler, once the largest donor to the Tory Party, has been cast into outer darkness for supporting UKIP instead.

Now he has written an interesting and powerful study of the MPs’ expenses row, which among other things points out the terrifying centralised powers that party leaders now possess.

But I specially enjoyed this passage: ‘I have nothing against anyone who is fortunate enough to live in a nice house in the country. I do myself.

But I cannot for the life of me see why, were I an MP, you should have to help finance that.’

Quite so. Which rather well-off party leader could he possibly be referring to?

So where’s our De Gaulle?

Let's  stop pretending we have a ‘special relationship’ with the USA, and treat America the way France’s General de Gaulle used to.

They’ll respect us for it, as they respected him. Here’s the first thing we should do, which I am sure the great General would have done.

Washington refuses to back us against Latin America’s renewed campaign to make us hand over the Falklands and their people to the Banana Republic of Argentina.

Right then, we should immediately take all our troops and equipment out of Afghanistan, and put them on boats and planes to Port Stanley, leaving nothing behind but a few empty baked-bean tins.

Any politician willing to pledge this will win the Election, by the way. This one-sided ‘relationship’ is far more unpopular than they realise.

* Talking of Latin America, isn’t it interesting that all its leaders are willing to lecture us about the Falklands, where the people are free and happy. But most of them won’t dare criticise the disgusting prison island of Cuba, where a brave dissident, Orlando Zapata, has just died after an 86-day hunger strike.

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Educated about sex, and other running topics

I'm pleased to see so many clued-up correspondents pointing out the reason for the Dutch anomaly, 'what about the Dutch' being the invariable response of the sex-ed fanatics to criticism. I'm told that an almost identical programme in more 'liberal' Denmark is associated with very different results. In Britain, where we combine subsidies for fatherless families with state sponsored demoralisation, we get what we get. I certainly don't think there's any evidence that sex education has reduced this effect. No doubt easy availability of the Pill etc influences behaviour, but the same people who demand sex-ed (see my 'Abolition of Britain') sought ready availability of contraceptives to the unmarried. And got it. The history of the Victoria Gillick challenge to this, her brief victory and the eventual reversal of that victory in the courts, is worth studying.
I have tried to access the research by Kirby, Rolleri and Laris which has been commended to me, but have so far found only rather crude powerpoint stuff which leaves me unimpressed and without much information.
My thoughts about Russia produce some bizarre responses. The person who thinks that my views mean I must approve of the Tiananmen Square massacre will have to explain his logic to me. I don't follow. What I approve of about Russia is its insistence on being allowed to continue as a sovereign country, rather than as a subject of some supranational authority. I also find the 'colour revolutions' in Ukraine and Georgia highly suspect, and am nauseated by the uncritical acceptance by many of my media colleagues that these mobs of teens in t-shirts were somehow the harbingers of liberty. Who paid for the t-shirts, for a start?
This did not (note the qualifying phrase 'for all its undoubted faults') imply a general approval of everything the Russian State does. I am likewise baffled by ‘Arlington Brough’ (surely not a real name, naming himself after a cemetery and a motorbike?) who argues that these sentiments make me a 'raging left-winger'? Why? What does he mean? Is he in fact thinking at all, or has he not noticed how the world has changed? Left-wingers are in favour of supranational power, dislike national sovereignty and generally supported the 'Colour Revolutions'. Russia is no longer a Communist country, and there is nothing left-wing about it that I can see.
In reply to Mr ‘Demetriou’, why is the tale of the scarecrow a 'non-story'? A lot of newspapers, from the Daily Mail to the Independent, thought it worth carrying, which suggests Mr ‘Demetriou’ does not have specially good news judgement. Don't events like this explain in a few paragraphs what might otherwise take thousands of words to show? The attitude of the middle class to the police (crucial for their operation and survival) has utterly altered in the last 20 years thanks to this sort of attitude. I might also mention the advice offered to respectable people as to how to behave if under police investigation, by the ex-blogger and copper 'Nightjack' a few weeks ago, which I found quite fascinating. This extraordinary social drama cannot be given too much coverage.
If he wants to 'hear more from me about the police', would 80,000 words do? I have written a book on the subject, called ‘A Brief History of Crime’, which was more reviled than anything else I have ever written, but which is packed with research on the police revolution with which other writers (who generally refuse to read my books because I am such a bad person) are now just catching up, five years later. I commend it to him. As with all my books, it can be obtained through any decent library. I don't, despite the carping of some people here, write books to make money, which is a good thing because they don't, but to spread ideas.
Mr ‘Demetriou’ also has some thoughts about Russia. Once again, he mistakenly assumes that I approve of everything that Russia does, even though he correctly quotes me as not doing so.
The USA, since the end of the Cold War, has pursued a foolish, pointless and unsustainable policy of moving into Russia's neighbours - Uzbekistan, Georgia, Ukraine, the Baltics. And it has rubbed Russia's nose in its defeat in the Cold War, extending NATO (which is now an alliance against what, exactly?) right up to Russia's borders when it had promised not to do so. Russia, on its side, had pulled peacefully out of the countries it had held by force, and had fought hard to hold on to as late as 1968, and had allowed Ukraine, Belarus and the Baltics (plus the Caucasus states and its Asian Empire) to become independent. It had not undergone such a national humiliation since the Brest-Litovsk treaty of 1918, which proved temporary, as this arrangement also will. Rather than leave things alone, we used this temporary weakness, and our temporary strength, to humiliate and generally triumph over a prostrate Russia. It was by no means only the authoritarians and the KGB who were hurt and angered by this.
What was our aggression against Russia for? Post-Communist Moscow posed no global threat or challenge to the USA. It posed only a minor threat to central Europe, much less of one than it poses now thanks to our silly behaviour. Uzbekistan was hardly a democracy, though it provided a useful base, Georgia is a dubious state with scant respect for the rule of law, the Baltic Republics have always been a highly-sensitive area in which Russian will never lose interest (look at a map if you wonder why). It seems pretty clear to me that Georgia started last year's punch-up with Russia, and then lost. Ukraine's silly government has also quite deliberately rubbed Russia up the wrong way (encouraged, I suspect, by Western countries who ought to know better).
The effect of this, long prophesied by proper experts such as Sir Rodric Braithwaite (the best British ambassador to Moscow ever) was to encourage ultra-nationalist forces in Russia. It was this policy that led directly to the rule of Vladimir Putin, which I dislike as much as anybody for its internal repressions. Nor am I a newcomer to this opinion:
Here's what I wrote in the Mail on Sunday on 7th March 2004:
“Like a column of tanks in human form, Vladimir Putin slowly crushes the freedoms that flourished in Russia after the sudden collapse of the old Communist order - and nobody cares.
“The world, and the Russian people, are now witnessing the KGB putsch that everyone feared back in August 1991, when I watched as real tanks rolled, halted and then mysteriously turned back.
“But this time the coup d'etat is clever instead of clumsy; quiet instead of noisy, and its leaders icily sober rather than slurred, incoherent and drunk.
“And what is worse is that this assault on liberty is actually popular at home and willingly excused abroad. It seems to me to be part of a new death of freedom taking place around the world, where more and more exhausted, insecure and frightened people are sinking into the arms of authority with sighs of relief.
“Unless I am very much mistaken, the Russian people are about to vote for a tyrant who does not really think they have any right to choose him, and who despises democracy.
“They will do this because the word 'democracy' has been poisoned here. To most Russians it means crime, chaos, the wiping-out of their savings, the loss of their jobs and the humiliation of their nation. They have had enough of it.
“Perhaps that is why this election is being held more or less in secret. You would barely know it was happening if you had not been told. There is hardly a poster to be seen, though there are strange advertisements - including one on the backs of Tube tickets - urging people to vote. They do not say who to vote for, but they might as well.
“For Comrade Vladimir Putin is the only candidate, or more accurately the only candidate who counts. For the sake of form, a few others have been allowed to stand, but not run.
“They include a token Communist, Nikolai Kharitonov, so he can be beaten and Communism shown to be finished; a token nationalist, Sergei Glazyev, for the same reason; and a token Thatcherite liberal, Irina Khakhamada, ditto.
“The authorities would be devastated if these fig-leaf contenders withdrew, the only action within their power that could seriously upset the Kremlin. The veteran dissenter Yelena Bonner, widow of the majestic liberation fighter Andrei Sakharov, has actually called on them to do so.
“But when Ms Khakhamada said she would pull out if the others would, nobody took up the offer.
“Here is an example of the shameless rigging of this poll: the campaign began with a 30-minute televised meeting between Putin and his supporters shown on the big national channels, all government-controlled.
“But when the other candidates pleaded for equal time, the supposedly impartial election commissioner told them to get lost.
“The President meanwhile appears constantly on the prime- time TV bulletins, floating above the phony fray like an archangel on a cloud. He is portrayed sitting in an ornate, throne-like chair looking serious, rebuking ministers or meeting global notables.
“His challengers, if they appear at all, are shown doing stupid, trivial things such as playing billiards.
“A few heavyweight newspapers, with tiny circulations among the big city elite, discuss the poll and cover it properly. But there is no middle ground between them and trashy papers adorned with Russian nipples and packed with showbiz trivia, but which also find time to print large, damaging stories about Irina Khakhamada.
“Ms Khakhamada, a young and slender 48, is by far the most appealing of Putin's challengers. A former economics teacher, she is a successful businesswoman and mother with a real if tumultuous family life. Her Japanese father was an ardent Communist who came here to build paradise and died disappointed. She sees the best hope for the future in a prosperous, free middle class, still a tiny force in this country.
“When I met her in a Moscow Italian restaurant, she explained her purpose in standing, though she has few illusions that she can win: 'I hope to provide strong opposition and to show that Putin is building a regime rather than a democracy.
'The President has huge power, his will rules everything and he is personally responsible for everything that goes on,' she explains. She complains of the self-censorship of the media and of 'the suppression of independent centres that express the will of the ordinary people'.
“When I put to her that her cause is hopeless, she resorts to an optimism which seems completely unrealistic.
'The true democrat should carry on fighting,' she insists. In many ways, she is Putin's ideal opponent. Her Japanese ancestry and looks make her unacceptable to the racially prejudiced Russian masses. Her business background also repels many poor Russians who associate all commerce with sharp practice and corruption.
“Another of Moscow's rare democrats, MP Vladimir Ryzhkov, 38, is even more scathing about the new Russia's fake freedom. 'It's a pseudodemocracy,' he says. 'It's impossible to have real competition with Putin and his group. As for the mass media, it can either be free or influential. Not both. The influential media are not free. The free media are not influential.' In recent years all three major TV stations have fallen under direct or indirect state control. They suppress or play down bad news within Russia, just as the old Soviet TV did.
“One victim of this is Yevgeny Kiselyov, who was for a while as close as Russia could get to Jeremy Paxman; an irreverent and searching TV interviewer. Now not merely has he been taken off the air: his old TV station has been bought up by a state-controlled company and turned into a poodle channel.
“Kiselyov admits this is not a full return to the old Communist days. Those who wish to think and speak freely can do so, but are simply denied any major platform. Books are published without difficulty. It is the TV transmission towers that are controlled. Kiselyov is infuriated by the way foreign leaders fail to criticise Putin for his tightening grip on the airwaves.
“He recalls his one meeting with Putin, during the state takeover of his TV station. Putin began by being utterly charming, as he is to almost everyone, but switched to a cold, bullying manner the moment Kiselyov challenged him.
'He immediately became very angry, aggressive; accusing me of speaking words put into my mouth by others.
'He wagged his finger at me and asked, ‘Do you think I don't know anything about your hour-long conversation with your boss?’ ‘ But when Kiselyov asked Putin outright if he was saying his phone was tapped, the President changed the subject and ignored him. Kiselyov believes Putin's charm is entirely false, instilled into him during his KGB training - for the best way to recruit and handle an agent is of course to pretend to be his friend.
“Those grim initials KGB are never far away in any discussion of the new Russia. Recently details were published of an Eighties secret KGB plan to allow economic freedom but keep iron political control, more or less what Vladimir Putin now seeks to do.
“Putin's potent private office is infested with KGB veterans with mysterious gaps in their official biographies, the so-called 'Siloviki', or 'men of force'; hard, quiet men from Russia's dark heart. They still openly admire Yuri Andropov, the KGB boss who briefly ran the USSR before his early death.
“Putin himself recently declared that the 1991 collapse of the USSR had been 'a national tragedy on an enormous scale'. Yet outside the feverish, garish capitalist enclave of Moscow, the USSR more or less survives, merely waiting to be called back into being.
“I travelled 120 miles south-east to the city of Ryazan and was instantly transported back to the old Soviet way of life, with a few important changes.
“The town centre is still dominated by a statue of Lenin, but behind him is a brand new bank - the Zhivago Bank, of all things. And down the road, the churches of Ryazan's beautiful miniature Kremlin are being lovingly restored. A brash new newspaper tries to expose corruption.
“The new Russia has realised it can dispense with the rubbish of Communism; the nationalisation of ice-cream stands and the suppression of faith, criticism and independent thought. In truth, kept under control, these things are no threat to central power.
“Ryazan, a heavily military city whose factories once turned out components for Moscow's fleets of tanks, submarines and bombers, suffered badly from freedom. Amid dingy apartment blocks bundled, ill-looking people, aged before their time, still struggle through wildernesses of rubbish, wreckage and vast brown puddles. The new economy, dozens of unconvincing banks and people selling mobile phones to each other, is just topdressing here, failing to conceal the glum reality.
“When I conducted a miniature opinion poll on Ryazan's streets, Putin won it. Many will vote for him out of a sort of habit, some because they reckon that if they do not use their ballots the authorities will steal them anyway.
“Most are worried sick by poverty and deprivation, salaries of £50 a month, failing jobs, housing shortages. 'My son must wait for me to die to get a flat,' said one sad grandmother. A few believed Putin had helped them, including a pharmacist who had finally started getting her wages again after a long gap.
“But perhaps my most interesting encounter was with Lydia Kryuchkova, deputy editor of the conservative local paper, the Ryazan Bulletin.
“I say 'conservative' because she loathes pornography and swearing, crime and disorder, unpunctuality and low culture.
“But Lydia, with her classic Soviet face straight out of the Sixties, is an unashamed Communist, even though she now wears a crucifix round her neck. ‘We had so-called democracy,' she says. 'We never had real democracy. What's essential now is to get rid of crime, to bring back order.
“Only after that will we install democracy.' What she - and millions of others - want is the security of the predictable.
“If they cannot have the rule of law, and such a thing is terribly remote in this place, they would at least like to be sure that tomorrow will be much like today.
“Putin hopes that is exactly what he can achieve, as long as the oil price stays high. And we, who in truth care more about Russia's oil than about her democracy, will look the other way as yet another brief, failed experiment in freedom slowly flickers and fades. How long before we decide that our freedom, too, is an expensive nuisance?"

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Headmaster gives Student Her first Anal

I am a single handsome 43 year-old high school teacher. I live alone and I love fucking teenage girls. I am tall, muscular with short blond hair green eyes a great tan and a 10 inch long, thick dick which has satisfied many a young girl. I like to fuck them in every hole, but my favorite is anally. I love it when I sit them in my lap penetrating them to fullness or when I hump them from behind while they lay on my large bed.

With the new school year came a new lot of students, among them was my new challenge for the year. Fiona was 18, foxy, tall, full-bodied and had long dark brown hair. She had lovely full tits and a most attractive firm round ass. She wore low-cut blouses and tight pants that highlighted her beautiful ass which caused my dick to harden every time she walked in front of me. My dick was aching to hump her and penetrate her asshole. Sometimes when I walked around class while the students were writing an exam, I would peek down her blouse and on occasion I would see her lovely pink nipples. She caught me peeking a couple of times and smiled. I knew I’d get my desire before school ends.

One day after class she asked me if she could come at the end of the day to see me about some questions and I agreed. She wore a short skirt that day for a change. Later in the day when all students and most teachers had gone she appeared at the door of my office. I knew we were going to be all alone. The school keeper had come by moments earlier and I told him to close and go home. I had a key to let myself out. Fiona had her usual smile and came over next to me to see what I was doing. She stood very close to me touching my side. I asked what she wanted explained and she took her book out and placed it on my desk. She got closer to the desk and leaned over giving me my first good look of her firm ass. Her bikini panties were white and were accented by her beautiful tan. After a while of standing up, I suggested she sit on my knee.

I had only one chair in the office. She sat on my knee and steadies herself with one hand on my other knee. My dick started hardening and slipped out of my trunks into the leg of my pants towards the knee on which she rested. She lost her balance for a moment and I steadied her with one hand on her waist while she moved the hand on my knee to hold tighter and it landed right on my dick. She kept her hand where it landed on my aching dick and I pulled her closer up on my thigh. I told her I loved her scent, got closer to her neck to smell it better and kissed her lightly on the neck. She moaned and squeezed gently on my dick. I pulled her further up to my lap and started kissing her passionately on the neck. I reached under her blouse and squeezed her tits.

She moaned more and squeezed further on my engorged dick. I reached behind her, undid her bra and raised her blouse revealing the loveliest full breasts I had seen on a 18 year old. I started kissing her tits until I reached her hardened nipples which I started to suck hungrily. She started to squirm in my lap which heightened my desire and further stimulated my sensitive dick. I reached down under her skirt feeling the softness of her thighs until I reached her pussy. Her panties were thoroughly wet and I started to rub her pussy through the panties while sucking on her nipples. She stopped me when I tried to reach inside her panties and I did not want to force it so I continued to rub her through the panties. Moments later I felt her pussy quiver and knew she had come once more. At that moment she rubbed my dick up and down several times and I shot my load into the leg of my pants. I knew she felt that and I turned her around, kissed her passionately on those luscious thick lips and let go. She got up, put on her bra and left me with a satisfied smile.

Things went back to normal in class and I kept wondering when I would get another chance to satisfy my animal instincts with her. I wanted to fuck that ass which sat in my lap for those few moments. I wanted her to marvel at my dick and suck it to my satisfaction. I wanted to come deep inside her and have her feel my shuddering while I humped her. At home I masturbated every night thinking of that moment. The moment finally came when one day she came by my office later in the day.

She told me her parents were going away for a few days and she would be available for dinner that day, so I invited her home. We had talked earlier about my cooking and she had expressed a desire to try it one day.

At home I started cooking us a meal and offered her a glass of wine. We sat on the sofa drinking our wine waiting for dinner to cook. She sat close to me and started to rub my leg while we talked. She was starting to get tipsy from the wine. I wrapped my hand around her and started kissing her on the neck. She moaned and I asked her if she liked to watch porno movies and she told me she’d only seen magazines before, but never a movie. I told her I had a whole set of movies in my bedroom where we can watch on my large screen TV in comfort. She nodded in agreement.

I shut down the stove and carried her to my bed. I asked her if she wanted to get comfortable and she proceeded to take off her blouse. I was out of my cloths faster than her, sat on the side of the bed in my trunks and motioned to her to come closer so I would help taking off her pants. She stood before me. Her pants had a zipper in the back. I unzipped her exposing the ass I had been dreaming of since the beginning of the year. She wore a thong fully exposing her young ass. I just about shot my load right then from the sight. I pulled her into my lap on top of my throbbing dick and she pulled the rest of the pants off. When I let go, she climbed on the bed and laid on her belly in the center of the bed. What a sight she was. I pulled a DVD from my collection and placed it in the player. I chose one in which a man lures a young girl to his house and deflowers her. I like movies which are gentle and not cheaply vulgar. As the movie progressed I started to caress her thighs making my way up to her ass. I do not usually like to proceed too fast with these girls. I like to build confidence and although this usually takes longer, results are guaranteed.

I noticed Fiona was starting to turn on and rub herself into the bed. She realized I could not reach her ass from where I was sitting, so she slid up closer to me. I proceeded to gently caress and squeeze that beautiful ass. As the hero in the movie revealed his dick to the young girl, Fiona took a loud breath and marveled at its size. She turned around and said “your dick is as large as his, Mr. Stone isn’t it”. I said “would you like to see it honey?” to which she nodded. I pulled my trunks off and her eyes lit with excitement. I slid closer to her in a sitting position and asked if she would like to feel it and when she said yes I took her hand and guided it to my engorged dick.

She gently slid her hand starting with my swollen head down the shaft and back. She marveled at its size and hardness and told me she thought mine was more beautiful than the one in the movie. At that moment the hero drew the young girl closer, laid her on her side, and inserted his dick between her lips. I asked Fiona to watch. She continued to play with my dick as I played with her ass. I noticed she was licking her lips, and then she turned around, looked at the dick in her hand and asked me whether I wanted her to suck it. I asked her if she wanted to, to which her eyes said “yes”. She proceeded to turn to her side, like the girl in the movie, but I stopped her and started to undo her bra.

The bra came off and her luscious tits sprang out. I reached out for them and was amazed at how firm they were. I the drew her closer and before inserting my dick between her luscious plump lips I asked her whether she had done this before to which she said “no, I never thought I’d do it, but your dick Mr. Stone I want”. I explained to her how to do it and what will happen when she starts to suck it, ending with the part where I come. She parted her lips and I inserted the head slowly and started moving it in and out.

Meanwhile I was massaging her tits after I applied some saliva. She loved both. At this time I did not have to move any further as she started to move her head taking in more and more of my aching dick into her beautiful mouth. When she took about half of it in she couldn’t go any further, withdrew it and told me she could not. I told her “its OK honey, just lubricate the bottom part of the shaft with your saliva and massage it while you suck on the part you can get into your mouth”, which she proceeded to do like a good student. I wetted my middle finger with a generous amount of saliva and reached for her asshole. As I slid my finger under her thong and it reached her awaiting hole I felt her quiver and she groaned. Her asshole was boiling hot; I knew she wanted it as much as I did. I proceeded to rub her pink hole and slowly insert my finger into her hole.

She looked up at me with eyes telling she wanted more so I slid my finger to the end and started finger-fucking her. She started pushing up and I allowed her to pace the movement of my finger in and out. I had held back as much as I could but now I was nearing my climax. Precum seeped out and I noticed her face change. I assured her it was my precum what she just tasted. I did not want to overwhelm her from the first time so I withdrew my dick and came all over face and tits.

We both laid back on the bed to rest after this moment after which I told her to come to the shower to clean up. We went to my shower, me naked and her still in her thong. I told her to take it off. She hesitated and I assured her I would not do to her anything she did not agree to. I remembered the time in school when she did not allow me to slide my finger under her panties. She put her hands around my neck and said “take it off”. I took the straps with both hands and slid her thong off revealing the loveliest pussy I had seen. The lips were smooth and plump and she had only some pubic hair, like a 13 year-old. We showered together and wrapped ourselves in my large towels and returned to bed.

We laid side-by-side and she told me that she was a virgin and wished to remain one. I promised her I would not forcefully fuck her. I started to kiss her and unwrapped her towel. She laid on her back with her beautiful tits and pussy fully exposed. I started to reach down until my hand reached her pussy and started to gently massage it. She stopped breathing for a moment when I touched her clitoris and I continued to suck her tits and massage her pussy which was getting wet. I started to kiss and lick her down towards her now engorged pussy. Finally I sat up, took my towel off and moved between her legs. She was alarmed but I said “trust Mr. Stone, I will give you a great time”. She relaxed and I went down on her pussy. It is difficult to describe my feelings at that moment. I was aching to fuck her, but I had made a promise and I knew the day will come when she wants it. My dick was fully extended now and I started to suck each of her lips separately, up and down and sweet talk her. When I finally reached her clitoris she started screaming with ecstasy. The sound drove me crazy and this heightened my desire, but all I wanted now was to bring her to her most memorable orgasm. I continued and she started arching her back and I drove my tongue into her pussy, sweeping back up to her clit. She finally shuddered had a massive orgasm and collapsed beside me.

Moments later when she recovered she kissed me passionately on my lips and told she had never had an orgasm like this one. My dick was still hard and hot. She looked down at it and asked me if I wanted her to suck it again for me. I told her I did not, but that I wanted to fuck her in the ass.

She looked concerned for a moment and said “but I heard that hurts Mr. Stone”. I said “Honey, has Mr. Stone hurt you yet?”. She said “no”. So I told her it would not hurt the way I do it, and to trust me. She relaxed agreeing. I laid her in the middle of the bed and stuffed a pillow under her pussy. Her beautiful ass was up in the air, with her buns parted fully exposing her pink hole. I marveled at the scene and proceeded to bury my face into her ass. I started licking her while she moaned loudly and told me how much she was enjoying this. I then told her to relax and proceeded to insert my well saliva-lubricated finger up her asshole.

She continued to moan. I stopped and reached out to the drawer next to my and removed a tube of KY jelly. She looked back to see why I stopped and asked what I was doing. I told her that I was getting ready to lubricate her. She laid her small head back on the bed and I applied a generous amount of the lubricant to her asshole and started to work it into her tight hole. First one finger then two then three. I asked if she was hurting but all she did was continue to moan. The moment had come. I withdrew my fingers and as I applied the lubricant to my now most engorged dick she looked back at it with desire. I said “are you ready for daddy’s big dick? She whispered “yes daddy”.

I mounted her and positioned the head of my dick at the entrance of her asshole and started pumping her. The head went in effortlessly and she let out a very load moan. I said “did that hurt honey?”. She said “No, I love it daddy, push it all in”. I continued to pump her going in further each time, listening to her AAHS and OOHS. My dick finally reached its hilt and now I started to pump her fully withdrawing my dick fully and ramming it back in. We were both in heaven and I finally rammed it fully in and had my long-awaited orgasm, which was among my best too. I laid on top of her until my dick slipped out and we both went into deep sleep on my bed.

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I will Never Forget You

Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that's something you don't want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But hey, I was a little drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of last piece came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship and wasn't really part of the group. They let me tag along sometimes and that's why I was there when the subject came up. So I told them I was a virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I'm just glad it was a small bar. I didn't have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of the place.

It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was bored and, of course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and said OK. Since we heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I figured I better get some shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill jokingly said Maybe we'll get you laid tonight. Yeah, right. In a pigs eye.

We took off and headed down the strip (every Navy town has one). I was driving my relatively new 68 Skylark; relative since it was 1973 and the car was 'new' to me. Bill said Fuck it, let's try someplace else. Someplace where there aren't a lot of sailors ruining the place. Sounded good to me so I let him lead the way. We drove around Newport quite a while with Bill giving directions. I had a feeling he was looking for someplace in particular but didn't really care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into the adjacent bar.

Jesus, this place looks dead I said. Bill told me to just wait and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of beers while the place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were older women. At 19, any woman is older; these looked to be over 30 with an occasional over 40 mixed in. Very few men which made me wonder if Bill had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that terminology). It was still kind of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was, Bill was on 4 or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said I have a virgin here, how much do I hear? All I could think of was How could I let myself be embarrassed like this again? I steeled myself to slink out amongst the expected laughter when I noticed there wasn't any. Looking around, all I saw was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer.

Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer started having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not attacked by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the women I was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter the bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5'6, brunette, and a body that would knock you socks off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost everyone there. I didn't pay much attention to her since she looked so damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my inexperience and age, were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about girls/women at that time). The woman I was dancing with saw me looking and just smiled.

After the dance was over, my partner excused herself saying she had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and talked a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was talking to the brunette but I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I knew I was being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost choked on my beer; it was the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance. Nodding my affirmation (thank God I didn't have to open my mouth and make a fool of myself) I followed her out to the dance floor.

We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar closed. Bill left with one of the women we had talked to earlier with the parting shot Give her hell! Mary (the brunette) simply smiled at him and leered at me. I figured she was only flirting and nothing would come of it. When it got down to us and a few other clients, Mary asked if I would give her a ride home. Sure, I was hoping but figured my typical luck would hold out and nothing would happen.

It didn't take long before I was totally lost. I kept following her directions figuring it's her house, she knows the way. Suddenly she said turn right here! I turned the car onto a dirt road and quickly had to hit the brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks with no house in sight. She reached over, turned off the ignition, and said I understand you're a virgin. I'd like to do something about that.

Now, a note of clarification on my virginity. I had dated a girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty serious. Without going into detail on how it happened (another story, perhaps?) we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to some mild oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual masturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and down right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same guilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them less enjoyable. I digress but it is important to the story.

I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of failure, self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side (thank God I didn't have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck, and we started kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky, provided a pale surrealistic light to the situation. She slid her tongue inside my mouth and played with mine in a way that promised greater things to come. But still, I was petrified. I knew this was it; it was finally going to happen. Technically I knew what to do (I'd seen pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I was so nervous I couldn't think what to do first. She broke the kiss and said This really IS your first time, huh? All I could do was nod. Couldn't even mention the little I had done in high school. Well, we'll just have to find something to do to calm you down, she said. Right, got any phenobarbitol? I'm 19, finally gonna get laid, and she thinks she can calm me down? Good luck.

She again started kissing me, that wonderful tongue playing intricate games in my mouth. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt and started caressing my chest and occasionally venturing down to my stomach and the start of my pants. My cock was straining and almost screaming at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out and cupped her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms behind me and crushed herself against me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be true! No begging or pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I. Somehow I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her breasts. MAGNIFICENT! She broke our embrace, reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She smiled at me as her breasts tumbled free, grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me down to those globes. I was lost in between them! I kissed and sucked her tits, going from one to the other, slathering them with my tongue without touching her nipples. She lay back moaning, crushing my head to her breasts. Finally, I began running my tongue around her nipples first in large circles which gradually became smaller until my tongue was flicking across her nipple. Slowly, I drew the nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. The pressure of her hands on my head increased and I tried to suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I went back and forth between those melons driving both of us into a frenzy.

By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I knew I had to do something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more to please her. I remembered one of my shipmates telling how he preferred cunnilingus before entry to help excite the woman and reduce the amount of stroking required for her to reach orgasm. And believe me, I was determined that she would also reach orgasm. I began running my tongue down her chest to her stomach and back to her breasts. I was curious if she wanted me or even would let me go down on her. Taking her louder moans as an un-official endorsement, I began to undue her pants. She lifted her ass and helped me pull her pants down and off. I began to go lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away, looked into my eyes, and asked Do you know what you're doing? Not wanting to spoil the situation by saying something stupid I simply nodded. I thought you were a virgin? she asked. I mumbled something about reading a lot and she chuckled in a very sexy manner and said go ahead.

I again lowered my head to her stomach and continued running my tongue around the area, occasionally dipping below into her panties and dramatically increasing her moans. I grabbed her panties and slowly drew them off. She twisted in the seat so that her head rested on the passenger side arm rest with her legs spread on the seat (thanks mom for not letting me buy that sports car!). Starting at her knees, I ran my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs just started tickling my nose. Knowing that I should start at her clitoris (thanks to Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask), and the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I found it. I started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. She arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it against her cunt. Whatever I lacked in experience I tried to make up for in effort. I kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing with her juices, until she was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down and began tonguing her vagina. Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far into pussy as it would go. She mashed my head against her moaning Jesus, a natural pussy eater! Hearing that drove me wild! I began thrusting my tongue in and out with short trips back up to her clit. I just couldn't get enough of it with her moaning how good it felt and kept fucking her cunt with my tongue.

Finally, I'd had enough. Not that I couldn't continue doing that, I just couldn't take the pressure on my cock. Breaking her iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back and began taking off my pants. She smiled at me and said Now it's my turn. NO! I almost screamed, I couldn't take it! She smiled knowingly at me and laid back down on the seat again spreading her legs. This was it. The moment of truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached down and grabbed my cock. I almost died! Just having someone else besides me touch my cock was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few times muttering it feels sooo nice! Grabbing my cock, she pulled me towards her and down to her pussy. Without letting go of my cock, she slowly worked it into her pussy grabbing my ass with her other hand. I couldn't believe the sensation! Rosie Palm and her five sisters NEVER felt like this! When she had all of me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed my ass with both hands, and moved her hips up and down against me. At last I was fucking a woman! I started getting carried away and thrust with all my strength against her, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper into her pussy.

I knew I couldn't take much more of this. Feeling an orgasm start, I shouted STOP! Too late, I started coming inside her but held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She looked up at me and asked Did you come? A little, I replied. Smiling, she stroked my cheek and asked Do you want to stop? I shook my head no and started stroking my still hard cock inside her. Now I understood one of the benefits of being 19, healthy, and incredibly horny: once just wasnot going to be enough! I also noticed that the first little orgasm seemed to deaden the sensations in my cock. Realizing I could now fuck her without worrying about coming too fast, I went at it with a renewed gusto. She looked at me and moaned I don't believe it! My ego soared! I was Tarzan dominating Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male image! Marlboro Man look out! I'm riding this mare to the sunset! I kept up the pace, going in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing and moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared me. Her hips thrusting back at me met my every stroke with equal, passionate force. Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her legs, and sinking her teeth into my neck, began to come. Her vagina clamped down on my cock and I could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her body convulsions as she became lost in the throes of her orgasm. I couldn't believe that I had actually done that to a woman.

She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock still hard inside her. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull out of her. I didn't want to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my arms were shaking from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat with a silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and chuckled Well, how was it? Still grinning I replied WOW, it's a lot better than I thought! She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts pressing against my arm. I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat there in silence smoking. She finished half of hers and snubbed it out. Leaning back against me, she started stroking my thigh and said Well, we can't go with you only having a little orgasm. How about a big one? I was shocked! My high school escapades previously mentioned always ended with one orgasm no matter how good it was. Now here was a woman asking if I wanted more. I don't think I can relate the male ego boost that occurs even today upon hearing that! I looked at her, nodded and said I don't know if I can come again. She looked me in the eye and said Let me worry about that.

Using both hands she gently forced me back until my head lay on the driver's side armrest, my legs spread on the seat. Being obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue down my legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I moaned and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily into the air. Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she began tonguing my balls. She went back and forth between them getting the hairs soaked with her saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at me, and took my left testicle into her mouth. She sucked on it softly and stroked it with her tongue. Letting it slide sensuously out of her mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She went back and forth between them, sometimes using her mouth to fuck my balls, sliding them individually in and out, in and out. She stopped, and taking a deep breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same time, gently stuffing them in with her hands. The sensation was overpowering. My cock felt more engorged with blood than ever before; bouncing up at the sky with every beat of my heart. I squirmed repeatedly underneath her which seemed to drive her into a heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on my balls like she couldn't get enough, her eyes constantly open and watching my reactions.

Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of her mouth. She began running her tongue up and down on the underside of my cock. Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as possible around the side of my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up and down, pausing close to the head. She opened her mouth and placed my cock inside on her tongue rubbing it all around without closing her mouth. I'd only seen this done in porno movies and experiencing it was almost unbearable. She grabbed my cock with her hands and closed her mouth about the head, slowly sucking it in until she had about half of it in her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a popsickle, her eyes glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going deeper and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was buried in her mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting her head back and forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her mouth. This sure wasn't going to take too long. Nothing in my previous experience could possibly prepare me for this! I could feel my balls swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her head and twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was going to come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the air like in high school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her head as she mumbled a negative and increased her sucking up and down. Again I grabbed her head and started helping her up and down on my cock. The pressure kept increasing and increasing until suddenly, I began to come! She thrust her head down on my cock, taking it as deep as before. I shot jet after jet of come into her throat while she continued to bob her head up and down on my deeply engulfed cock. It was like I couldn't stop coming and she couldn't get enough. As the flow lessened, she pulled her head back and began running my still spurting cock around her face. The muscles in my body were shaking from my tensing them. Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock back into her mouth, gently licking and sucking it. She used her fingers to wipe off her face and sucked off the collected come. We both fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up Mary and said I've got to get back on board ship. We dressed and I took her home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks away from the bar. I asked her why we didn't go to her house and she said she didn't want her husband catching us! I couldn't believe it! I asked her if we could get together again and she smiled at me and said Who knows? You can find me at the bar. She kissed me tenderly and walked into her house.

I went back to the bar after we got back into port about 2 months later but she never showed up. I drove by her house but it was up for sale. Nobody at the bar knew what had happened to her or when exactly she left. I'm happily married now with a wife that fulfills my every fantasy and desire so I have no need to look for another woman. Still, I guess you never forget your first experience, especially one as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was 19 but in hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don't discount older women. Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and their capacity to give can be bottomless.

Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I'll never forget you.

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My sexy blonde cousin Holly

Saturday, August 28, 2010 A first time sex story - This is my first entry about my lovely cousin and myself, I have not yet decided if this will be the only story or not.Holly is a beautiful blonde girl, with nice tits and a perfect ass,great face,and nice personality,overall a perfect female.She is 19 years old, just over a year older than me at 18. One day Holly and I go take a swim in the ocean, she has a nice little 2 piece orange bikini on, her breasts appear perfect, and her ass is so hot just barely being covered.I suddenly notice that her nipples are very stiff and she has pulled the bottom of her bikini very tight on her pussy so I can see her camel toe.Yet she pulls the top of the briefs lower on her body so as to expose as much as she feels is appropriate around our younger cousins ( at 5, 7 , and 9 years old) that we are watching over. She then decides to lay in the warm sand and tan, and stretches flat on her back first.I watch and notice she is gently rubbbing her pussy through her swimsuit.She looks at me and simply grins then rolls onto her stomach, her ass sticking up in the air.Then she takes off her top so her lovely breasts are covered in warm sand.I am paying more attention to her then the little ones so I call my aunt and tell her to drive to the beach access to pick them up. I go tell Holly I will be right back and not to start till I return.She replies "ok, if you hurry". I get the children to the street and into the car and my aunt say to me "so what are ya'll planning to do?" I say that we are planning to meet up with some of our friends from back in highschool and she says "ok" and then just asks what time will we get back?I respond by saying that we will probably be back around dinner time, since it is only about 1 pm now.I figure this should be plenty of time and I head back to the beach and find that we are truly the only people on the beach; all I can think about is the fun instore for me. Holly is now sunbathing nude and laying on her side, her perfect gash, and lovely tits start to give me a hard on.So she tells me to come and feel how hot she is.Her pussy feels so good, I start to finger her slowly but speed up to a pace that in about two minutes she is about to orgasm.So I stop and let her calm down a little bit, then I finger her again, but this time slower, her pussy looks so good,I'm drooling just at the sight of it.When she starts to come I hurriedly put my mouth on her gash, and take all of her juice into my mouth happily.God it's so great, she tastes so good so I eat her out to her second orgasm.I then start to lick between her pussy and her anal and back, and finger her with 2 fingers in the pussy and 1 in the ass.I love her perfect little pucker of an asshole. She starts to come and her body shakes with the force of her orgasm. I keep going doing the same thing until she comes again.Then I go back to her pussy.When she is close to another orgasm I slow my pace to tease her.Her hips push the nice little neatly trimmed gash and pubic hair sinto my face and I pull back .Finally I decide to relieve her torment and get her clit in my mouth, and flick it around with my tongue, then roll it in my lips.I finish with my mouth over her gash, flicking her clit with my tongue.She comes all in my mouth and I happily gulp down that gorgeous pussy juice. Holly then decides to return the favor and suck my raging hardon.She also says that she wants to have some fun, not have me bust right away.So she gently nibbles on my cock head, and flicks it with her tongue.She's got about half of it in her mouth and rolls her tongue around it, then comes the hardest part for her.She tilts her head back and slowly takes my 11 inches completley in her mouth and down the back of her throat. Holly is the first person I have found that can do that.Even my best friend's ex-girlfriend who back in high school loved taking three or four cocks at a time couldn't do this.But oh yes! it feels so good.I don't know if they teach that to her and her friends at college or not but damn she's good at it.I find it so hot to see the cousin I've wanted to fuck since the age of 12 gazing up at me while having my huge cock jammed into her mouth. She then starts to slide her head up and down the shaft, and every third time she deepthroats me. She can feel me grow even larger and knows that I'm about to cum so I let a little down her throat, and a large amount in her mouth which she readily swallows.But the best is her getting a huge facial, with one eye covered, and a little clinging to her hair.The cum dripps from her chin to her tits and now we were both ready for some real fun. I start to stuff her tight little hole with my cock, slowly so as not to hurt her and she spreads slowly.Then she lets out a little yelp, and it turns out she gives a lot of people head, but has never had a dick in her pussy.Holly tells me that she has always wanted to save her pussy and ass for me.I break her hymen and gently push in about 6 or 7 inches.I slowly fuck her, and after about 5 minutes she is suprisingly able to accomodate my whole rod.While I fuck her she orgasms twice, then as I climax she says "keep all that good goo in me, lets keep it all in the family!" I bust so hard, and right then she explodes with a tremendous orgasm. She starts to suck me hard and fast to get me back to full size so we can continue and in about 5 minutes I'm almost ready.I get out a small tube of lubricant and put a little on my cock and tell her to lube me up.She looks at me questioningly then realises what's in store for her tight little asshole.Although she's slightly waty I assur her it'll be fun and the more we do it the better it will feel for her. I push her to her knees and she gets in the doggystyle position for me to slowly insert it in her ass.She winces with pain and I suddenly slam my cock in as best as I can.I only get about 2 inches in so I do this about 4 times and she is completley impaled on my cock.I start to fuck her hard, and she screams in pain, yet even more with pleasure. She orgasms once whilst I fuck her, and I then slow my pace for a minute, before I slam in her harder than ever.Even after a blood curdling scream I keep going.She starts to cry and I notice a small amount of blood roll out of her ass round my bare huge cock. With the next slam she comes in violent waves then I thrust in about 3 more times before coming, I feel my explosion coming on,so I lay with my back in the sand.She sits up while still impaled and I lift her limp horny body as high as I can, buck my hips up hard, and slam her down so she screams again.I erupt like a volcano inside her, and she has a tremendous orgasm right before she collapses on me.She pulls out my dick, and a mixture of her blood and my cum drips down her leg. We fall asleep for about 60 minutes before waking to a seagull scream in our ears. Before we make to leave we fuck once in the ocean then head for home in my car. Later after dinner she tells me that she has saved herself for me and she has wanted me like I wanted her, since I was 12 and she 13.

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Playing Hard to Get - How to Get Him Interested in You

Do you think there's something you don't understand about playing hard to get? Have you tried it before and nothing happened? Does it somehow feel phony and deceitful and that's not the way you want to approach a new relationship? A lot of women seem to think that this is a game meant only for women who aren't serious about building a strong relationship. But, in a sense, the opposite is true. Read on to see what I mean.
The true essence of playing hard to get is piquing his interest while giving you a chance to find out who he is. So, what happens when you go to a club, a slow, sultry song comes on, and a guy comes out of nowhere and asks you to dance with him? Now think about it. You've never seen this guy before in your life. Do you really want to dance up close and personal to him? For all you know he could be a psychopath.
So, you say no but show him that you're open to a conversation with him. Call it playing hard to get or call it just plain common sense, the result is the same. He feels challenged. You're giving yourself time to figure him out.
Chat a while and learn a few things about him. And at the end of the night, when he asks you to go back to his place, what do you do? Even if you've spent two hours talking to him, realistically speaking, you don't really know him enough to go to his place right away.
Again, say no, but let him see you'd be open to the idea of seeing him again. Not only are you challenging him, but you're showing him that you're a woman with a degree of self respect. You're not just willing to throw yourself into the arms of the first man to come along.
In the long run, making him work for every step he needs to get closer to you, he'll come to feel special knowing he did the right things to win you over.
And, what's your biggest fear? Chances are if this guy is incredibly cute, you said yes to that dance. And he's thinking, 'she's easy'. Chances are you melted into his arm and are already wondering what his lips taste like. And he's thinking, 'she's way easy'. And when you went back to his place because you were afraid he wouldn't like you if you said no... And he's thinking, 'wow, she's way too easy'.
If that cute guy can't stand being told no, know that you're better off without him. Get involved with a man who'll be willing to put in the time to really win you ove

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5 Simple Steps That Will Make You a Real Man

Look, seducing a woman does not have to be some pre set silly routine or some stupid set of gimmicks you picked up from some book. It's more about knowing how to trigger her interest and making her feel like YOU are the man that she just has to experience things with.
It's one thing to know how to get a woman's attention. Any guy can get dressed up, style his hair nicely, and make a woman notice him. But that's only one minor step of the game, that's far from the whole story. The thing that you have to accomplish is seducing a woman. That's what separates wussies from real men. Showing your interests, flirting shamelessly, using body language: these are all ingredients that make the thrill of the hunt so fun and seductive.
So let's look at the things that really matter when it comes to seducing women:
1. Confidence - that's the most crucial thing you have to gain in the game of seduction. A woman can tell just by instincts most of the time whether or not you are really a confident, congruent guy. That's right she can smell the shit 10000 miles away - it's in her DNA. So don't think too much about what to do, instead just relax and see what happens.
The most important advice: live the moment. Enjoy what happens, not just talking to the girl, but the whole fun of having her around you. That's when seduction happens...when you're not looking for it. Control your emotions and simply let them flow.
When women see you're calm, cool, collected and fun, that's precisely when they're turned on most!
2. Appearance - When you get ready to go out to meet her, make sure you look and smell your best. Believe me you don't have to be Brad Pitt to be successful with women. That's right for a woman looks is not that much of an issue as it is for us guys. Just make sure that your clothes look good and that you are well groomed and smell halfway decent. It will show you care and it will make them feel important.
3. Body language - once again women have a 6th sense when it comes to reading signs. They can read you like an open book. It doesn't mean you have to be paranoid about it, instead just impose your presence. It's really important to sit up straight and have your shoulders back. You want to convey confidence and control as much as you can. Make sure you always maintain eye contact and most importantly, smile.
4. Be 'Cocky and Funny': Throw in some sarcasm when talking to a woman. This works best with women with distinguished social value who are not used to this type of approach. It will set you apart. Be careful - there is a limit to all of this: overdo it and they will get offend. Sense of humor is one of the top ways to attract women. Make her laugh and half of the game is already won.
5. Make her feel sexual desire: Seduction is not about trying to make her like you, it's about being the guy that she cannot resist. So get to know the girl...tell her what you like about her. Then start talking sexually: make allusions, and sneak in comments about how good you are in bed. The first step towards having sex, is talking about it.

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The Mating Game and How to Play It

If you don't want advice, don't read this.
Are you longing for the perfect person to come along? Do you have a picture of him or her in your mind?
I wrote in my journal, "It's kind of sad not to have someone special, but there has to be a void so that that place can be filled. Nature abhorres a vacuum."
A friend gave me a book that helped me along the way to my perfect mate. Yes. It really can happen and it sometimes does. Dapne Rose Kingma's book, Finding True Love has great advice and gives exercises to do to find the perfect person. I was newly divorced at the time a friend gave me this beautiful little book. One night I picked up her book and began reading. I had recently started keeping a journal and so I kept all the exercises she put in the book and I did them in order. I also used my recently learned Feng Shui expertise to get my home ready for the perfect person - not really thinking one would come along very soon.
I continued my spiritual practices of prayer, reading and meditation. I was perfectly content and not really looking for anyone. Occasionally I went with friends to singles dances. They were fun, but I never met anyone who was even slightly interesting to me.
I made a list of the qualities I wanted in a love relationship as suggested in the above book. My list went like this:

1. The same spiritual philosophy
2. A good sense of humor
3. Has the same ethics and values I have
4. Interested in a healthy life style
5. Lives at the beach

The list goes on and amazingly I found someone with ALL the qualities I had on my list. I met my current husband, Bill at a church conference and the rest is history. If the person you are interested in doesn't have all the qualities you want, can you live with that? Bill also said, "You have all the qualities that are on my list."
My advice is probably not so different from others, but I do look at it from another perspective.

1. Don't get physically involved until you've established a friendship. "You've got to be kidding! You say. I'm not kidding. Once you're physically involved it's very hard to call an end to a relationship.
2. Don't rush into things. Take it slow and easy. There are exceptions to the rule, but do you want to risk it?
3. Be on the same spiritual path. This makes sense, but many think that it will all just work out if you're in love. It usually doesn't. Love can go as quickly as it came.
4. Don't think you can change the person you see as "almost" perfect, if only... People don't change that much. There are always flaws. Everyone has their idiosyncrasies. Can you live with the little things that you know will bother you? Those little things can turn into big things over time.

That's why it's so important to get to know the person you think you may want to spend your life with. Find out if you share the same interests and have similar views, like to do the same things and have the same spiritual philosophy. I repeated spiritual philosophy because it is such an important part of my life.
Good chemistry can be deceiving. A touch can be electric. That doesn't mean he or she will be the perfect life partner for you. To reiterate, give it time and thought before taking the plunge.
Oprah once said, "When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time." Oprah is a hero of mine. She is right on the mark on this one.

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Make Your Man Commit - Have Him Eating Out of Your Hand

Are you unable to make your man commit to you? Have you found Mr. Right, but he hesitates and will not set a date? Do you have a great guy friend and want to turn him into your boyfriend? Is this man your soul mate; he just does not know it yet? There is something that you can do about it. You can have him eating out of your hand - you can make your man commit to you.

If you want to take your relationship to the next level, there are a few tactics you can try. It is just like when you want to attract men in general; there are some techniques that work better than others. Let us talk bout the best techniques that may be able to make a guy fall in love with you. What attraction can you use when you want to make your man commit to you?

You could try using sex. But male psychology says that a man will not fall in love with you just because you are good in bed. It might get his attention for a short time, but then he will become bored. When he wants a meaningful relationship, a real girlfriend and wife, he will move on to someone he can respect. That will not be you. Do not use a sexual hookup in order to get a boyfriend / husband / lover / soul mate.

Good dating advice says to show him your sparkling, beautiful personality. This is what can make him commit to you. If you are the kind of woman that he enjoys doing a variety of things with; if you are the kind of woman that he would like to spend the rest of his life with, he may fall in love with you. It is your personality that will gain you a proposal, commitment and a wedding.

Be easy to talk to.

Make sure that you are a person who is not critical, complaining, nagging, demanding or sarcastic. Those traits repel men, they do not attract them. Replace those negative traits with positive habits and a cheerfulness that can attract people like a magnet.

Show him that you are interested in him,

If you show him that you are interested in him, this may encourage him to pursue you. Make sure you smile when you see him. Make sure that you talk about the things that he enjoys talking about. Pay close personal attention to him.

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How To Attract Any Woman You Want: Techniques That Work

There is certainly no such thing as an instant pickup specialist, but with the correct tools and mentality, a man can develop into one in almost no time at all. Qualities that are known as alpha male in the wild are the core of what it takes to date or attract a young woman. If a man is dominant in his physical appearance or temperament, then he is an alpha male. On the grounds that alpha males have a tendency to direct their peers, females are lured to their capability to set themselves apart from others. Listed here are alpha male pickup traits, basics and vocabulary a newbie should master to achieve his goal.

1. Pickup masters call the women you meet in social situations "targets," and if they are in a group of individuals they are classified as "sets."

2. A good number of pickup specialists and master attraction teachers recognize that getting a potential partner attracted to you enough to return home with you usually takes anywhere from 2 to 4 hours.

3. The endless components a guy can demonstrate to substantiate to the planet he is an alpha male may include: leading an open line of communication, having great posture, or beaming every time he approaches a number of people.

4. To seduce a girl a guy must never display weakness in his feelings in front of her.

5. A woman's associates will usually accept you before the female of your desires does, and this will make hooking her so much simpler.

6. Relaying anecdotes and being silly can go a long way in engaging unknown people, specifically packs of females that include a particular person you hope to know better.

7. "Multi-threading" is an expression utilized by pickup masters to detail ways in which a guy can integrate various subjects of interest in discussion to give yourself time in gaining a female's undivided attention.

8. Dismissing the woman you eventually want to date or mate with at first disqualifies a man as a potential suitor, and thus causes her to be more invested.

9. A guy that has multiple women available to him routinely indicates such high standing that it is typically tough for a girl to get that image out of her brain.

10. Quite often the energy where you become acquainted with a female is too excessive, and when this is the circumstance a guy ought to make an effort to take the woman someplace that he can be listened to.

11. Examples of high status in the kind of a companion of yours making you appear unique in talking with women is quite effective.

12. A nice way to make a girl feel lower value than you is to relay to her that her ears wiggle as she talks, which makes her more predisposed to learning what you have to say.

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7 Amazing Ways to Attract Girls

Some men have it all: looks, personality, brains, etc. But when it comes to knowing the ways to attract girls, they're pretty much left in the dark, or too shy to make the move. If you're looking for ways to attract girls and keep them interested in you, here are a few tips to remember.

1. Most women do take notice of a man's best assets, so if you have a nice smile or beautiful eyes, use them to your advantage. Wear a shirt that will enhance your eye color and smile when you approach her.

2. You don't have to look like you just came out of GQ magazine, but it still wouldn't hurt for you to dress nicely and have a sense of style. Faded jeans and an old t-shirt is fine during the day or for a casual look, but at night with people all around women do take notice of how you dress. They'll find you more attractive if you're well-groomed and maintain good hygiene.

3. When you talk to a girl, compliment her on how she looks. Be careful with your choice of words. Some girls aren't too fond of being called "hot", so call her "beautiful" instead.

4. A guy must always have a good sense of humor. Making her smile and laugh is definitely a bonus for you. She'll be more comfortable and would enjoy hanging out with you. She'll respond better knowing you're the down-to-earth kind of guy who doesn't take himself too seriously.

5. Most women prefer men who make the first move. If you like a girl and you think she may be interested in you as well, you can make a good impression by making the opening move. It takes the pressure off her, and she'll appreciate that.

6. Try not to be too nervous and think of it as just like talking to a friend. Keep it cool and try to relax. Don't immediately ask her out after introducing yourself. See where the conversation goes first.

7. One of the best ways to attract girls is to be confident but not cocky or arrogant. Being arrogant and thinking you're everything she could ever want is a turn off. Be confident enough to approach her and introduce yourself, and modest enough not to brag about anything. Let her decide if you're the guy she could be interested in.

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