SLIDES = new slideshow("SLIDES"); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Vinnie Tesla" s.title = "America's Pastime" s.email = "mailto:vinnie_tesla@yahoo.com" s.text = "1.\r\nWelcome back sex fans, on this beautiful fall day, where the opening\r\nceremonies of Mary's masturbation session are just drawing to a\r\nclose. She's put aside her pornographic novel, gotten up from her\r\ndesk, and now she's approaching the couch.\r\n\nShe's leaning back on the sofa...her fingers are at the waistband of\r\nher jeans...and there's the opening stroke! Her hand is inside her\r\npants, and it's a beautiful sight! Those jeans are a bit of a snug \r\nfit, and she's squirming away, trying to get her hand her hand to \r\nwhere it'll do the most good!\r\n\nShe's opening her pants now, pushing them off her hips...she's\r\nundressing...but wait! They're tangled around her ankles! She's\r\nkicking now, she's kicking...and...they're off! Her pants are off\r\nladies and gentlemen!\r\n\n2.\r\nNow she's stroking her panties with just the tips of her fingers...her\r\nhead is to her side, she's gnawing on her knuckles. It looks like\r\nshe's had enough of that, folks--she's rolling her panties down her\r\nthighs now, her hands are both on her vulva, she's spreading her lips\r\napart a bit--and there's some moisture there tonight, let me tell\r\nya--and she's on her clit!\r\n\nMary is off to a good start now, working her cunt with a good brisk\r\npace. Her hips are bouncing, she's biting her lower lip...now her head\r\nis thrashing back and forth...it looks like this is gonna be a big\r\none, folks....her hips are up off the sofa, her face is flushed, it\r\nlooks like-- Yes,she's coming! Another amazing masturbatory orgasm for\r\nMary! What a session! Now we'll give the champ a minute to catch her\r\nbreath, and we'll see if we can get a few words with her..." s.link = "" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~vinnie_tesla/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Vinnie Tesla" s.title = "At the Food Pantry" s.text = "I lean against the wall, and listen to the slow, heavy tread of your\r\nlast volunteer walking up the steps. I finger the supplies in my\r\npocket with a small secret smile. You're sweeping. I ascend the steps\r\nand latch the door from the inside. When I come back down, you give me\r\na puzzled look. I take the broom from your hands and throw it to the\r\nground, shove you up against the wall. You open your mouth to protest\r\nand I cover it with mine, pressing my body against yours. You whimper\r\na little when I grab your hips and pull them tight up against me.\r\n I grab your wrists, wordlessly tug you over to face one of the\r\nshelves. I pull a roll of duct tape out of my pocket, and your eyes\r\nwiden when I wrap your wrists in several turns of tape, binding them to\r\nthe\r\nshelves above your head. You hear the 'snick' of my knife behind your\r\near, and I cut the roll of tape free. A moment later a ball gag is\r\npressed against your teeth. You open to receive it, and I buckle it\r\nbehind your head. I unfasten your belt, push your pants down to your\r\nknees. You feel the cool air against your ass, your vulva. My hot palm\r\nis cupping one sensitive cheek. \"I'd advise you to be quiet,\" I\r\nwhisper, and then the first blow falls." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:vinnie_tesla@yahoo.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~vinnie_tesla/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Vinnie Tesla" s.title = "Persuasion" s.text = " She bit her lip, eyeing me thoughtfully. \"How can I get you alone?'\r\nshe said.\r\n I thought for a moment. \"You could ask me to help you get more chairs\r\nfrom upstairs.\"\r\n Upstairs was cool and dimly lit--thrift store lamps, sloping \r\nceilings, unfinished pine furniture. The thumping music downstairs was \r\nstill clearly audible \"How can I get you to kiss me?\" she said.\r\n \"Bite your lip again, like you did downstairs,\" I said.\r\n Her breath was hot and tasted like rum. Her lips were soft and\r\nyielding, her tongue pointed and aggressive. \"How can I get you to\r\nspank me?\" she said.\r\n \"Bend over the back of that sofa,\" I said.\r\n Her ass was compact and firm. Her jeans were sturdy, but I managed to\r\nraise some yelps with my palm.. She looked at me over her shoulder,\r\ntossing her hair back. \"How can I get in your pants?\" she said.\r\n \"You may have to get out of yours first,\" I said. \"Or else I don't\r\nthink you'd fit.\"\r\n Her skin was hot, marked with red creases from elastic and underwire,\r\nelectric. She shuddered when I ran my hands over it. She ran her\r\nfingertips over my rigid cock, squeezed, ripples of pleasure ran up my\r\nspine. \"How can I--\"\r\n \"Condom,\" I gasped. She opened her other hand, grinned.\r\n She groaned when I entered her, sank her teeth into my shoulder. She\r\nset a brisk pace with her hips, urged me on with lewd whispers,\r\ngripped me inside her with fierce strength.\r\n \"How can I see you again?\" she said.\r\n \"Free tomorrow?\" I said." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:vinnie_tesla@yahoo.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~vinnie_tesla/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "Oceans of Time" s.text = " Laura's orgasms last three and one quarter seconds start to\r\nfinish. \"Oh, oh, oh, oh,\" she goes, in one one time, each perfect\r\noh a sweetly shaped whole note of airless howl. It doesn't matter\r\nwhether instigation is the tip of my tongue tickling the little\r\nbaton of her clit, or the swell of my cock tasting the swallow of her\r\ncunt, or the press of her own palm upon the plump push of her\r\neager pubis, she comes the same: four succinct peaks of pleasure,\r\nwhile her eyes squeeze shut, her tummy clenches tight, her\r\nnostrils flare, her chest flushes with fever.\r\n Long before the little symphony begins, her flower wets itself.\r\nThe sap, syrup thick, wells up her hot little hole, overflows the\r\npout of her lovely love-petals, and seeps into the starry crinkle\r\nof her adorable ass.\r\n Afterwards, waves of quiet settle her soul.\r\n In the middle it's pure music; three and one quarter seconds\r\nof the world's most sublime song. Time to sing it again. Time to\r\ntake it from the top. \"Oh, oh, oh, oh.\"" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.comm" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "wrytoast" s.title = "On Top" s.text = "She leans over to kiss him, and rather than feeling lips pushing back against\r\nlips, her forward momentum rolls over him, pinning him against the arm of the\r\ncouch. She feels his shoulder relax under her hand, as though a long held\r\nbreath had been released. His eyes close, and his hips start to rock; she\r\nstraddles him.\r\n\nNow she is the one holding her breath. Skin everywhere feels tingly as though\r\ntoo long in the sun, knees, palms, the small of her back. When he reaches up\r\nto put a hand on her breast, she catches his wrist, tucks it firmly behind\r\nhis back. He smiles. Oh yes, this will be fine, warm and all hers. She leans\r\nforward, and starts to unbutton his shirt. \"Mine,\" she whispers to him." s.link = "" s.email = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/wrytoast/787.html?mode=reply" s.authorsite = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/wrytoast/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "A J Mayers" s.title = "Encouragement" s.text = "His knees pinned her shoulders to the bed as he attached her wrists to the\r\nwall above the bed. She looked up and saw his cock over her face, a\r\nglistening drop hanging on the end of it. She lifted her head, thinking\r\nshe could just take his cock in his mouth where he was, but he pushed her\r\nhead back down immediately. He looked down at her open mouth and very\r\ndeliberately wiped the tip of his cock against her cheek, out of reach of\r\nher searching tongue. \"Ask me\", he demanded.\r\n\n \"I want to suck your cock\"\r\n\n He slapped her other cheek, hard. \"That's not how a good girl asks.\"\r\n\n She closed her eyes. \"Please.\" She stopped. Words came slowly. \r\n\"Please, sir, fuck my mouth.\" Her eyes shut tighter still as another\r\n\"please\" escaped in a whisper. She heard his breath accelerate. " s.link = "" s.email = "" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Virgin Altar" s.title = "A Strange Geek" s.text = " Her anointed skin a sheen in candlelight, body splayed across black\r\nmarble, breasts rise and fall with anxious breath, her muscles tense\r\nagainst the chains.\r\n The chant rises, her body trembles with desire and fear. A drop of\r\noil upon each nipple, rising erect, tingling madly. A slow crescendo\r\nreached, her soul quivering with her body, the priest hovering for\r\nthe final anointment. She braces, feels the slick warmth trickle over\r\nexcited flesh, oozing between helpless folds. Her body aches for\r\nconsummation as much as it trembles before it.\r\n The chant stops. Her breath catches. One final but vain tug at\r\nher chains.\r\n She is joined on the altar. Warm flesh slides against her body.\r\nShe shudders at his hardness, whimpers at his entry. Then, a stop,\r\na push, a flicker of brief pain and a gasp. A pause.\r\n And inside her. The chant is renewed, she rises with it. Waves\r\ncrash through her body. Soaring, bursting, a final cry of ecstacy.\r\n Her virginity sacrificed." s.link = "" s.email = "" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~A_Strange_Geek/main.html" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mme. Louise" s.title = "3 a.m." s.text = "I woke with his weight on me. My head was heavy. I tried to speak but\r\na damp hand clamped over my jaw. I was grateful that I could still\r\nbreathe.\r\n\nAt first all I knew was his cock. He moved in my cunt like he knew it,\r\nworking back and forth with a steadiness that confused me. Did I know\r\nhim? I couldn't see a thing. In moments, I realized that my eyes were\r\ncovered in something flimsy. I could make out vague shapes, but\r\nnothing coherent. I realized that I wasn't at home.\r\n\nI strained to remember. Where had I been last night? What the fuck was\r\ngoing on?\r\n\n\"You're not paying attention,\" he said, and covered my mouth with\r\nhis. No, not kissing me, but cutting off air. The hand that had been\r\non my mouth moved to my nose. His lips sealed against mine. I panicked\r\nand tried to protest, breaking the seal as I did. My breathing came in\r\nragged gasps. He laughed.\r\n\n\"I'll have to remember that,” he said. \"Now, hold still.\"\r\n\nHe lifted my hips and drove his cock in. Deliberately, raking the top\r\nof my cunt, then pulling back and pounding me hard. No sound now but\r\nthe wet slap of skin. Nothing to do but give in." s.link = "" s.email = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/mme_louise/1937.html?mode=reply" s.authorsite = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/mme_louise/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "Weller Lake" s.text = " On a bright fall day, Mat and Laura strolled the path along\r\nWeller Pond. While Laura was counting geese, six more glided in.\r\nOne after the other they landed, wings flapping, bellies juddering\r\nthe calm water. Laura laughed. \"They're so graceful and awkward at\r\nonce,\" she said. \"So serene, and then so much fuss and splash, and\r\nthen serene again, like you when you come in my mouth.\"\r\n \"No,\" Mat said.\r\n Laura grinned and squeezed his hand and tugged him into the\r\nwoods.\r\n \"What if someone comes?\" Mat asked.\r\n \"That's the idea,\" Laura answered. \"Such silky bark.\" Her\r\nfingers frigged faster. \"Such a warm stiff stem.\" Her mouth took\r\nhim deeper. The sweet, sweet swell. The sudden, unstoppable\r\nsurge. The hoarse honk of countless geese.\r\n \"Oh, honey,\" Laura crooned, letting the last of him drip sweetly\r\ndown. \"That's your seed. Soon there'll be a baby boy tree here.\r\nIt'll grow fast. Soon it'll be big enough for me to climb.\"" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Vinnie Tesla" s.title = "A Little Less Conversation" s.text = "She was nervous and talking fast. I had this premonition--when we got\r\nto my place, she wasn't gonna be able to stop. It would be a stream of\r\ntrivial patter--an impregnable shield against my advances. I knew I\r\nhad to do something if I was gonna prevent this. So when we got into\r\nmy apartment, I took her coat, hung it up, and kissed her. She made a\r\nlittle 'Mmph!' noise as I leaned in, and put her hands on my biceps,\r\nbut she kissed me back, opened her mouth to me little by little till\r\nher lips were soft and slack, and her mouth was mine to explore.\r\n\nI sat down on the sofa. \"Undress.\" I told her.\r\n\nShe blinked at me, skin flushed, still a little dazed by the\r\nkiss. \"You mean--now?\"\r\n\nI supressed the urge to be sarcastic. \"Come here,\" I said softly. She\r\nstepped forward.\r\n\n\"Your safeword is 'fire.' Tell me what your safeword is.\"\r\n\n\"Um, fire. But. Shouldn't we--?\"\r\n\nShe shrieked as my arm darted around her waist and I tugged her onto\r\nmy lap. \"Hey, what are you doing?\" she demanded.\r\n\nI tugged her skirt up over her hips, exposing a lovely round little\r\nass in green satin panties. \"You tell me,\" I said. \"What am I doing?\"\r\n\nI tugged her panties down, luxuriating in the texture of her fine,\r\nsmooth skin, enjoying her squirming compact mass on my legs.\r\n\n\"You're getting ready to...to spank me,\" she said.\r\n\nMy first blow landed on her far cheek; she stiffened and\r\nyelped. \"That's exactly right,\" I said." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:vinnie_tesla@yahoo.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~vinnie_tesla/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Iconoclast" s.title = "Leather" s.text = "The ritual begins with the gloves, fingerless and studded leather which\r\nI pull easily onto my hands and then cinch tight with Velcro wrist\r\nstraps. Then the leather boots which I strain to put on. Succeeding at\r\nlast, I pull the jean legs back down over them. Finally, of course, the\r\nleather jacket which, when it is zipped up to the top and secured with a\r\nsnap flap at the neck cradles me like a black eggshell. In black and\r\nblue costume at last I am ready to go out into the world. Deliberately\r\nstriking the sidewalk hard with my feet I stomp into the garage and\r\nstride over to the bike. I mount it like some old-time cowboy, left leg\r\non the stirrup of the concrete floor and the right leg swinging over the\r\nseat until I reach the bliss of being encased in tight leather and\r\nsitting on leather and feeling my balls and cock tingle with excitement.\r\nThen the last ritual, pulling the bike to vertical and pushing up the\r\nkickstand and then fingering the starter button and listening to the\r\nroar and feeling the vibration and teasing the throttle again and again\r\nto let myself and the world know I am alive and happy.\r\n\nRiding down the road the Harley magic fingers and the anticipation of\r\nseeing my woman heighten the ringly-tingly feelings in my cock and I\r\narrive at her place all prepped and ready for ... anything. The brap\r\nbrap noise as I gun the throttle brings her running out to me, and as\r\nshe steps onto the passenger pegs and sits on the pillion seat her smile\r\nand the light kiss she gives me and the way she wraps her arms around me\r\ncompletes my ecstasy. Underway at last she leans back into the sissy bar\r\nand wraps her legs around my waist, the heels of her boots lightly\r\nresting on my crotch. She moves hers arms lower down and finally her\r\nfingers snuggle beneath her bootheels onto my crotch, and the touch of\r\nboots and hands on my crotch and the wind in my face and the glory of an\r\nopen road and a beautiful woman and her fingers and the vibration of the\r\nbike soon bring me off to a wonderful, glorious climax. \"Mmmm. Me\r\nnext.\" she says and I know my destination is now fixed on some secluded\r\nspot in the country, where we can perform other rituals. " s.link = "" s.email = "" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Franz Kafka" s.title = "Girlscout Confusion " s.text = "Oops. I did it again. I wrote a stroke flash story to ASSM. It had to\r\ncontain hard cocks, wet pussies, and very hot sex. How? I again went to\r\nthe Red 5, the club I visited regularly. All kinds of sin, young girl \r\nscouts,\r\nsex, whisky, and Maryjane could be found there, causing me the urge to\r\nspurt hot semen into hotter woman's hottest cunts. Lucy in the sky with\r\ndiamonds sucked cocks. I imagined the Bucci twins, the Teles sisters,\r\nand the Coulter girls. I imagined them coupling with Denny, Kenny, and\r\nBenny. Cocks pounding into wet pussies, wet pussies of lovely girl scouts\r\nin skimpy uniforms, making the girls come very hard, moaning out for\r\nlust and crying for more, for much more hard cock. Their dirrrty tongues\r\nare craving for cum shots into opened mouths, the way I liked to shoot\r\nmy spunk into that slut Radka all time I see her. You are right -- it's only\r\nabout sticky illusions here, the Coulter girls aren't for real and lucky boy\r\nBenny doesn't exist -- only in fucking imagination. But then, Kenny's\r\nand Denny's imaginations might be for real. I just can imagine them --\r\nhot sex, hot girls, hot semen, much wanted by horny, dirty, old men." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:franzkafka79@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.geocities.com/franzkafka79/stories.html" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Antheros " s.title = "Persistence of the Senses" s.text = "Here am I, left to myself in the dark room. It is quiet, everything is still.\r\nThere are no sensual movements on the bed anymore, or the sheets getting tangled\r\nbetween our bodies; no quick shines of the night lights on his lusty eyes, no\r\nmore whispers and moans, or the sounds of the mattress springs in their forced\r\noscillations, of kisses and grunts and of other noises that have no name. The\r\ntaste of his skin, of his mouth, of him, they have all faded, and now only an\r\nunrecognizable, slight bitterness remains on my tongue. The room is cold, the\r\nsheets lie cold and motionless, not caressing my body, not hot over my thighs,\r\nnot groping my ass, not twisting my nipples, not touching every inch of me and\r\nmaking my nerves scream, no weight over me making me feel alive and his. Only\r\nhis faint scent, mixed with the strong and unmistakable smell of sex is left, as\r\nhe is out in the night, probably not even thinking about me." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:antheros @ gmail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~Antheros/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Franz Kafka" s.title = "Fucking Her!" s.text = "I fucked her mouth in the elevator, making her gag. I fucked her\r\npussy from behind in the hallway of her apartment, ripping her\r\nclothes apart. I fucked her ass in her bed, making her cry for lust.\r\nI love her so much.\r\n\nI fucked her mouth in London, in a hotel near Big Ben. I fucked\r\nher pussy in Paris, in a car parked on a street near Pigalle. He ass\r\nI fucked in Amsterdam, in a dirty sex cinema, making her cry.\r\nI need her so much.\r\n\nShe sent me a card from Tokyo for Christmas, telling she takes\r\nme in her mouth, when she comes back. The card from Sydney\r\narrived at Easter and promised me her pussy, when she returns.\r\nThe card from Rio granted me her ass, if we meet again.\r\n\nI miss her so much." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:franzkafka79@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.geocities.com/franzkafka79/stories.html" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mme. Louise" s.title = "Sunday Morning, Before Coffee" s.text = "We slept as late as we could and stumbled down the stairs into the\r\nshower. The scratches on my shoulder hurt like hell under the\r\nsoap. “Torment!” he sang. “The gift that keeps on giving.”\r\r\n“Aren’t you supposed to be harmless before your coffee?” I asked,\r\nletting him under the spray.\r\r\n“Docile,” he said. “And, defenseless,” batting his eyes as\r\ncoquettishly as a six-foot blackbelt can.\r\r\n“Really?” I asked. “Let’s see. Turn around for me.”\r\r\nAnd he did. I tapped his left foot with mine, urging him to a wider\r\nstance, then bent to sink my teeth into his ass. He yelped, but didn’t\r\nmove away.\r\r\n“Nice,” I said, as I nibbled my way up his sinewy back. “You are a\r\nsweet thing this morning, aren’t you? Can you keep still a bit\r\nlonger?”\r\r\n“Yes’m,” he replied and I reached for his cock.\r\r\n\r\nHe leaned on the wall and I leaned into him. I pressed my cheek\r\nagainst his back while hot water cascaded over both of us, stinging my\r\neyes and filling my mouth. My left hand stroked his cock while my\r\nright scratched at his thighs, leaving red trails on his tender\r\nskin. I palmed his ass, squeezing the heavy muscles. With a soapy\r\nfinger, I traced the crack of his ass. Up and down, slow and\r\ndeliberate. His breathing quickened.\r\r\n“I’m going to fuck you,” I murmured, and waited for his response.\r\r\n“Anything you want,” he said and I smiled to hear my own words from\r\nhis mouth.\r\r\nI entered him gently. Just one finger, just the tip, moving past the\r\nmuscle, reaching into his hole. He whimpered. I quickened the pace of\r\nmy hand on his cock, circling my fingers more tightly.\r\r\n“Will you come for me?” I asked, and his body gave way. He collapsed\r\nonto the wall as his cock filled my hand." s.link = "" s.email = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/mme_louise/2724.html?mode=reply" s.authorsite = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/mme_louise/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Cassie" s.title = "On Gossamer Wings" s.text = " Gossamer wings, so thin, they were almost see-through, fluttered \r\nfuriously, sparkling in the moonbeams as Leila hovered over the \r\nsleeping giant. She eyed his huge erection which pointed at the \r\nheavens. Legend stated that if she had deep enough conviction and \r\nstrong desire, a coupling between them would be possible. \r\n She swooped in to get a closer look at his cock, eyeing the \r\nprecum that pooled at its tip, wanting to taste it, to lick, to \r\nswallow. She wanted to take it into her mouth, feel its ridges, \r\nencircle the helmet with her tongue.\r\n Her filmy dress did little to conceal her hardened nipples or her \r\nnakedness. The air from her flight didn't cool her loins, which \r\nburned with need for this slumbering man. \r\n Leila flew closer, opened her legs, imagining herself dropping \r\nonto his member, its girth filling her, rubbing her inner folds, \r\nstirring her juices. His manhood would thrust in and out, massage her \r\npearl, her secret center, before completely engulfing her in a fiery \r\npassion. \r\n She wanted to soar with the stars. Her sex desired it, her body \r\nneeded it. \r\n A droplet of her dew slithered down the strands of her silky \r\nthatch, and splashed into his pool, to mingle with his elixir. \r\n The giant stirred, his gray eyes opened, a smile formed, twisting \r\nthe corners of his mouth. His tongued snaked across his lips, \r\ninviting her in.\r\n No words were spoken, Leila was driven with lust, and desire. As \r\ntheir gaze locked, her wings, ever so gently, eased her onto his \r\nhardened member. It fit inside her perfectly. She leaned forward, \r\ntheir mouths touched, lips parted, tongues danced.\r\n Leila sighed, he moaned, and angels sang as the giant and the \r\nfairy became one." s.link = "" s.email = "" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "A J Meyers" s.title = "She Gets What She Wants" s.text = "1. \r\nEven at one of my parties, a solid slap against bare flesh turns heads and \r\nsilences the buzz of conversation. \"Bitch!\", an unfamiliar guest yells, \"You \r\nruined my scene!\" His face mottles with rage and the girl in white lingerie \r\nbeside him has a visible red handprint on her cheek. \r\n\nI stand up, slowly, annoyed to disengage my lips from the pretty tit they'd \r\nbeen wrapped around. But I might have to enforce a party rule or two. The \r\ntop, a portly guy sweating in ill-fitting leather, continues to rant. \"I was \r\nsupposed to cum on your face! And you made me cum too soon!\" All eyes are on \r\nthe limp-cocked shouter but I know to keep my eyes on the girl. She has gotten \r\nthe best from him. Shiny drops of jizz spill down her thighs and around her \r\nwhite garter belt. \r\n\n\"You'll get what you deserve!\" he continues. \"They'll all cum on you till you \r\ndon't want it any more.\" Her lips quirk up in a smile, quickly surpressed to a \r\nsupplicating expression. \r\n\nI ponder that ghost of a smile. I don't interfere. \r\n\n2. \r\nI don't like this guy and I don't like how he runs his scene. I don't like how \r\nhe turned my guests into buffoons jostling for a turn. I am keeping an eye on \r\nthings, I tell myself, as I watch. She's got one raised red mark of a \r\ncane for each sticky spill of cum in her hair and on her face and shoulders. \r\nEach time her top screams at her \"Did you get what you want?\" and each time she \r\nseems ethereal, unworldly, as she quietly answers \"no\". \r\n\nI am at the end of the line. I put my cock startlingly close to her cheek, not \r\ntouching the curves of her eyelids and lips. I stroke myself. It's all quick. \r\nJust as I cum, I see that enigmatic smile on her bowed face. A jolt of energy \r\nfires in the base of my spine, and every muscle contracts from knees to navel. \r\nTo my surprise, I shoot again, letting out a scream like the tomcat who hasn't \r\nlet go of the female cat. The cane strikes, twice in rapid succession, and for \r\nthe first time, startled, she cries out. Her top leans over her, \"Did you get \r\nwhat you want?\" She looks up at me before her demure expression returns. \"Yes.\" \r\n\nShe's a girl who gets what she wants. And she knows where to find me. " s.link = "" s.email = "" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Franz Kafka" s.title = "Three Is a Couple, Isn't It?" s.text = " One needs a second to couple\r\n\nI met her on the dance floor, the DJ played the newest sexy song\r\nby Jennifer Lopez. Smiling. Soon we were dancing body to body.\r\nShe moved her hips, turning her nice-shaped back to my front,\r\nrubbing her ass in my crotch to the rhythm of the beat.\r\n\nMy cock became hard. I wasn't able to prevent and I wasn't afraid\r\nof it. She reached behind herself for my hips and pulled me even\r\ncloser. I was hard as a rock, as her ass danced on my crotch,\r\nrubbing and arousing me like a bitch. I held her with my hands on\r\nher hips, slowly moving along.\r\n\nI found her belly and we danced. I kissed her neck and heard her\r\nlaugh, throwing her head back and looking at me. Her green eyes\r\nwere gleaming, promising, and sexy. I knew I needed her now.\r\nFuck her in an instant without thinking about tomorrow. Only\r\npounding into her, relieve the tension in my balls\r\n\nTwo are composing a couple\r\n\nI felt the blonde boy's hard member pressing in my buttocks. I\r\nwas aroused like never before on the dance floor. The voice of\r\nthe sexy singer stimulates my body as we move to the rhythm\r\nof the beat. Jennifer Lopez makes me horny all the time.\r\n\nMy eyes flirted with the guy opposite, still dancing with my ass\r\nin the crotch of the boy behind. His hands touching my belly\r\nreaching up as my hands stroked his well-endowed body. The\r\ndark-haired guy in front of me made a step towards me and soon\r\nI was riding on his leg; the boy still touched me with his cock.\r\n\nThe DJ played a remix, 7 minutes long, I was dancing sandwiched\r\nbetween two men, a hot, wet, and horny sex-kitten, almost like\r\ngetting fucked, right then, on the dance floor. I needed it so\r\nhard, right now. I knew it was time. I pulled the blonde away,\r\nin search of a less public area, leaving the other behind.\r\n\nThree are still a couple, sometimes\r\n\nI watched them dance, the sex-kitten with the blue dress, saw her\r\nsparkling eyes, the firm ass pressed into the guy's crotch. He held\r\nher to his body, as they swayed their bodies to the music. It\r\nappeared like they fucked, right there on the dance floor.\r\n\nShe smiled at me, despite her body-contact, teasing and urging. I\r\nstepped nearer. She danced between us like in a sandwich, riding my\r\nright leg and rubbing her ass on this prick. I got a bit jealous as\r\nshe pulled him away. I had to follow them. In a dark corner he took\r\nher from behind, standing, the mini dress lifted up to her belly.\r\n\nShe smiled as I opened my fly and rubbed my member. She reached\r\nfor my cock and throated me. The music came to an end; we all came,\r\nspurting into the green-eyed slut. She turned, kissed him, and snow-\r\nballed my spunk into his mouth. Then the music changed, he lost his\r\nimportance. I said, \"I love you sweetheart!\" and we left. " s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:franzkafka79@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.geocities.com/franzkafka79/stories.html" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "juanwildone" s.title = "The sweet smell of wet earth" s.text = "Every time it rains, every time I smell the sweet\r\nfragrance of wet earth I remember and I return to that\r\n day. It was thirty-six years ago. I was hiking with\r\nmy best friend Jenna. We were just a couple of goofy\r\ntwelve year olds keeping busy over the summer break.\r\nOn a hot August afternoon, not long after we'd drank a\r\ncouple of sodas, I realized that I really had to pee -\r\nbad. I saw a side trail and followed it in search of a\r\ntree only to find that it doubled back to where I'd\r\nleft Jenna. I was just about to turn back when I saw\r\nJenna walking off the main trail toward where I was\r\nhidden. From the cover of the forest I watched her\r\nreach under her sundress and pulled her panties down\r\nto just below her knees. She squatted and I was\r\neye-level with her pussy. She sighed and released a\r\ngolden stream of piss. Forty-seven seconds, or\r\napproximately twenty-three and a half strokes later, I\r\nexperience my first ejaculation. White semen dripped\r\nfrom green leaves as I zipped up and returned to my\r\nfriend. Funny thing, I had to pee at the exact same\r\nspot every time we hiked that trail" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:juanwildone@fastmail.fm" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/juanwildone/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Helen Henley" s.title = "Upon Mine Honour" s.text = " The Lady went swift upon the castle stairs to his withdrawing chamber\r\nand cast before him the letter and spoke to him thus: are these thy words?\r\nTo which he answered if, Madam, they are in my hand then they are so. \r\nThen, said she, I am by thy words as cold as the river that flows beside\r\nCamelot, my heart a chamber locked close with chains? If the words are in\r\nmy hand then so, said he. My Lord of blessed memory is still new among the\r\nsaints, and yet you write such knowing there is no man else my son to\r\ndefend my good name, said she. Said he, if these words are found to my\r\nhand, you, my Lady, have such fee to have me face mortal combat. Then it\r\nshall be so, said she. Tell me of the hour, the day, said he, and I shall\r\nbe girded up and it shall be done in all proper form as is befitting a\r\nknight.\r\n\n Upon hearing this she spoke that it should be now, that her son was at\r\nthe wars and she would take heed to the matter herself. And upon this she\r\ncast aside her gown and stood sudden, as at the Day of Judgement, that he\r\nview all. As he marvelled she asked that the duel be between her cold\r\nmarble and his hot man. Does not, said the Lady, heat seek cold and cold\r\nlook to find heat that they consume all? Tis true in nature, said he, and\r\nif you will have the proof it is here. And with those words they went upon\r\nthe moment to his couch. Unsheath thy weapon, said she, for I am ready\r\narmed and eager in my anger.\r\n\n At a signal they were in the instant to it, he with a shout and she with\r\na cry. There was thrust and parry, feint and strike, and his dagger was\r\ndeep in to the hilt as often as it was out. I am done withall, cried the\r\nLady, thy fierce heat and thy man milk has melted me and I yield. Not so,\r\nsaid he, for thou hast drawn all of the man from me and so I am spent. \r\nThey took pause and he spake thus: Madam, in the chapel below is a priest\r\npraying a mass for the soul of my blessed wife these years in heaven. Let\r\nhim be sent for that we may make a compact seemly in the eyes of God and\r\nafter I will swear by Saint Just that there shall never be an untruth put\r\nto thy name by me.\r\n\n So was it done and when they came together in the field of love, which\r\nwas times often, it was as tournament. For is it not truth that youth is\r\ntoo hasty and quick to the game and to the finish and years bring with them\r\na better knowing like unto the warrior in the field of war?\r\n\n Is it not also a truth that not a damn thing has changed in 600 years in\r\nthe way of devices to bring a woman to bed?" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:henley@byersedit.fsnet.co.uk" s.authorsite = "http://www.erotica-readers.com/ERA/COF/HelenH.htm" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "Fragile Fall" s.text = " After our fight, Laura visited the park. Fall was fresh in the \r\nair. The parking lot was almost empty. \"Are you here with children?\" \r\nasked the burly motorcycle man. Nosing from the snug pouch below his \r\ngruff beard, his little dog peered through aviator goggles. \"Then \r\nwould you take our picture? The best tree is down that path. Hop on.\" \r\nThe man patted the seat.\r\n --So you did it?\r\n --I snapped his picture. I didn't ride with him.\r\n --Regrets?\r\n Laura laughed. \r\n --The dog's eyes were too lewd. I couldn't help imagining him \r\nbobbing between us as we fucked.\r\n --You're sure?\r\n --Want to check my boobies for bite marks?\r\n Her sweater came off slow. Breasts like perfect pears. An apple \r\ntight ass. Kisses like hot, sweet cider.\r\n When I pressed all the way into her, the leaf crumbs crackled." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "A J Meyers" s.title = "Kindness" s.text = "When she removed the gag from him, his lips were dry and his throat \r\nwas tight. He tried to moisten his lips and She held a bottle up to \r\nhim. The water was warm but he sucked it down. It was a comfort. \r\n\nHe tried to move one arm; it was still tied above his head. Scratches \r\nand welts covered his shoulders and chest. Most of all, he was aware \r\nof the pulling, stretching tighness in his groin; his cock, still erect \r\nafter all She'd done; the desperate need for release. \r\n\nShe came back to the table on which he was bound, and released one arm \r\nfrom the cords that held it. His hand started to drift down to his \r\ngroin, quite without thought, but he stopped in time, looked \r\nbeseechingly in Her direction. He could think of the words, by now, \r\nbut could not say them. If he could not ask for his fulfillment, he \r\nthought, he would have to wait. But \"you may touch yourself\" She \r\nallowed with quiet authority, and eagerly his hand flew to his cock. \r\n\nOh pleasure raced through all his body and his cock swelled even more \r\nat his touch but oh how sensitive the afternoon's torture had made him \r\nand the friction of his hand burned and gave no comfort. He brought \r\nhis freed hand up to his mouth, moistened the skin with his own spit. \r\nNow the sliding, now the speed he longed for but doubt seized him and \r\nhe looked to Her for reassurance. \"You are allowed to come,\" She said, \r\nand those words let loose in him a tide of energy, of tight squeezing, \r\nof exquisite agony, of his own cum spilled over his belly. Breathless, \r\nhe still could not say a word. \r\n\nShe came close to the table. Her fingers trailed through the puddle \r\nhe'd made, traced over the patterns She had made on his body. She \r\noffered her wet fingers to his mouth and eagerly he sucked them in. He \r\nrelaxed, safe and warm under Her regard. \"You were very beautiful this \r\nafternoon. They all enjoyed watching,\" She told him. And that too was \r\na comfort. " s.link = "" s.email = "" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Vinnie Tesla" s.title = "A Little More Action" s.text = "1:\r\n For the first few blows, she squirmed on my lap, bit her lip, but\r\ndidn't make a fuss. When she started struggling, I pinned her arms\r\nbehind her back, held her slender wrists together in one hand, and\r\nwent back to smacking that luscious bum, now blotched pink, as she\r\nwhimpered and yelped. I pressed my hand against one thigh and she\r\nobediently spread her legs, exposing glossy curls and dark labia.\r\n I ran a fingertip along the crease between her thigh and genitals \r\nand she gasped, arching her hips upward for more contact. A finger\r\npressed along her vulva, and found her slippery wet just inside--I\r\nrimmend the little opening, not penetrating, and she bounced on my\r\nlap. \"Lovely little bitch,\" I whispered to her, \"humping my leg.\" She\r\ntossed her head in humiliation and frustration.\r\n I pulled her panties back up, her skirt down. \"Stand up.\"\r\n She got to her feet a little unsteadily; her face was flushed, her\r\neyes bright, blinking rapidly. She crossed her wrists behind her back\r\nwhile I scrutinized her.\r\n\n2: \r\n \"Undress,\" I said. There was a brief pause, then she hurried to tug\r\noff her shirt, unfasten her bra. She wiggled out of her skirt and\r\nstood in just her panties. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine. I\r\nnodded. Green satin slid down her thighs, crumpled to the ground.\r\n I stood, stepped close to her. My fingers touched one cheek and she\r\nleaned into the point of contact. They trailed down her neck, her\r\nchest, her belly. She spread her legs, making room for me.\r\n My fingers traced the crease of soft skin between her legs, and she\r\nshuddered. \"You want it?\" I asked. \"You want my fingers inside you?\"\r\n She nodded.\r\n \"You have to say it,\" I whispered. \"Tell me what you want.\" I\r\npressed\r\na little further in, where she was hot and slick, felt her muscles\r\nspasm against my teasing fingertips, straining to draw me in.\r\n She took a deep breath. \"Everything,\" she said.\r\n I raised an eyebrow. This wasn't what I'd expected to hear.\r\n \"Please. Do me ev--\" She paused. \"Fuck me every way you can.\"\r\n \"Good girl,\" I said. \"I'll do my best.\" I pressed my fingers inside\r\nher to the knuckle, sealing my mouth against hers to swallow her cry." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:vinnie_tesla@yahoo.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~vinnie_tesla/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "wrytoast" s.title = "Exhibitionism for the Shy" s.text = "\"Put your skirt back on,\" Martin said. Julie looked at him with\r\ndisbelief, then down at the harness padlocked at each hip and the\r\nvibrator nestled between her labia, held in place by the harness.\r\n\"It won't show under the skirt. Reservations in 20 minutes.\"\r\n\"You're kidding, right? I can't go to dinner like that.\"\r\n\"Sure you can.\" He grinned. \"I'll have the remote in my pocket.\"\r\n\"In the restaurant?\" Julie looked appalled.\r\n\"Between soup and pasta. Or maybe not until before dessert.\"\r\n\"That's like that stupid scene out of that stupid movie. That would be\r\ntotally embarrassing.\"\r\n\"She was faking. You wouldn't be.\"\r\nJulie bit her lip. \"That wouldn't make it better.\"\r\n\"Oh, for me it would. Or you could come really quietly. Only I'd know.\"\r\n\"That's crazy! Besides, I couldn't come in public. I just can't do that.\"\r\nMartin grinned. \"I'm just as happy to watch you struggling not to come.\"\r\nHe smoothed the long skirt over Julie's ass. \"But let's go. We should be\r\non our way.\"" s.link = "" s.email = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/wrytoast/1298.html?mode=reply" s.authorsite = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/wrytoast/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Franz Kafka" s.title = "Three Days Away" s.text = " I had cruised through the streets around the block for the third time,\r\nsearching for a whore, make me loose the tension in my testicles. Only\r\nthree hours had passed since my wife and I got into a major fight on\r\nour next holiday. Ater she told me for the third time, what a boring\r\nasshole I was, I slammed doors and stormed away.\r\n During the previous rounds I saw only three old and fat hookers, no\r\narousing, but then I saw her, blonde, tall, and sexy in the red miniskirt\r\nmade from natural leather. I stopped and let her in, without asking she\r\nsaid, \"three thousand crowns!\". Three blocks apart I parked in a dark\r\nside street. Within three seconds she opened my fly.\r\n It took her only three strokes to get my member hard. Soon she took\r\nme in mouth, sucked three minuts and soon I was going to shoot. My\r\nhands were forcing her mouth down my cock, when I shot three spurts\r\nof sperm down her throat. When she stood on her place at the corner,\r\nagain, I thought the next fight with my wife was three days away." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:franzkafka79@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.geocities.com/franzkafka79/stories.html" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Jordan Shelbourne" s.title = "Never Say Never" s.text = "\"I'll never kiss a boy,\" she said, ten years before her tongue,\r\nrich with Kahlua, slid into my mouth, over my teeth. \"And I'll\r\nnever let one touch me that way,\" she said, six years before I\r\nweighed her breasts in my hands and played with her hard nipples\r\nfor an hour.\r\n\n\"I'll never touch a boy's thing,\" she said, five years before my\r\npants fell to the floor so she had access. \"I'll never lick one,\"\r\nshe said, four years before the head of my cock stroked the back\r\nof her throat.\r\n\n\"I'll never let a boy lick me there,\" she said, four and a half\r\nyears before I tasted her swollen lips and suckled her clit. \"And\r\nhe can never touch my asshole--that's dirty,\" she said, four\r\nyears before she moaned and pushed her hips down so my thumb slid\r\ninside her.\r\n\n\"I'll never have sex before marriage,\" she said, three years\r\nbefore she begged me to fuck her right now, now, and I filled her\r\nsweet cunt with my cock. \"I'll never let you fuck my ass,\" she\r\nsaid, eighteen months before I came inside it, my back bleeding\r\nfrom her nails.\r\n\n\"I'll never stop loving you,\" she said just before she walked out\r\nthe door.\r\n" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:j_shelbourne@yahoo.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.compu-diva.com/IvoryGates/front.htm" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Leah S." s.title = "Indecent Proposal" s.text = "\"I still get to seduce other women if I want to.\"\r\n\"Okay.\"\r\n\"If I'm out late at night, it probably means I'm getting fucked by someone \r\nelse. You'll just have to deal with it.\"\r\n\"Okay.\"\r\n\"I love hiring male prostitutes on Friday nights. I won't give up hookers \r\nfor you. And I'll even bring them back to the house if I want. We're going \r\nto need separate bedrooms, unless you want to watch the whole thing.\"\r\n\"Okay.\"\r\n\"I love getting my pussy licked. You're going to do that a whole lot. How \r\nabout every morning, say, when you bring me breakfast in bed.\"\r\n\"Okay.\"\r\n\"If I meet a cute bi guy and he wants to fuck you, you're going to let him. \r\nYou'll suck his cock and let him screw you in the ass if he wants. I get to \r\nwatch, of course.\"\r\n\"...Okay.\"\r\n\"Then yes, my darling, the answer is yes. Oh, what a beautiful ring - I love \r\nsolitaires. No, stay on your knees...\"" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:leahs31@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "Hardware" s.text = " The porch glider at Grandma's summer home gave way. \"Good thing it \r\nwasn't your granny on it,\" Dad told Delia.\r\n \"I wasn't messing around, I was just swinging,\" Delia insisted. \r\n\"Plus I'm the one got a bump on her butt.\"\r\n \"Be that as it may, time for new ropes all around,\" Dad said. \r\n\"These have been here since I was a boy. Now that you're old enough \r\nto drive, you get to go to the hardware store. Take my car.\"\r\n \"Do I have to?\" Delia pouted.\r\n Gorman's Hardware was dark and dusty. It smelled like lint. \"Can I \r\nhelp you, Miss?\" the old man up front asked Delia. She explained. The \r\nold man binged the bell. \"Brad, show this young lady the ropes.\"\r\n What a hunk Brad was! Muscled butt, big shoulders, and the cutest \r\nears. He smelled like smoke and straw and something more. Something \r\nwhich made Delia's middle clench. From the display, various samples \r\ndangled down. Delia fingered the length of cock-thick hawser. \"I need \r\na bathroom bad,\" she told Brad. \"Can you show me where one is?\" \r\n In the tight cubby, Brad's stiff rope swung Delia's pretty porch." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "Lucky Girl in the Fifth at Hialeah" s.text = " Before I seduce my women, I give them vividly explicit dreams of \r\nwhich race horse to bet on next afternoon at the track, right down to \r\nthe amount of the wager. Some of them aren't interested, of course; \r\nthey walk away from their rightful bounty. The ones that follow my \r\ninstructions please me with the pleasure of their yielding. Then \r\nthere are the women who deliberately disregard their dreams and place \r\nbets on another horse. Who knows why such defiance? The sly smile of \r\na jockey? The silks of cream and gold? The sheen of sunlight on a \r\ngracefully muscled flank? Willful capriciousness? Pure spunk?\r\n Those obstinate ones are the women I go for. Their naughty pluck \r\nexcites me. \"Should have listened to your dreams,\" I tell them, \r\nfollowing the sad finish. Often as not I'm rewarded with a slap to \r\nthe cheek or a mind-your-own-business scowl. Doesn't matter. \r\nResistance makes victory all the more delicious. The orgasm that \r\nwakes them from their next night's slumber gives them just a taste of \r\nwhat is to come. I do love a good challenge." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Aphra Austen" s.title = "Red for Danger" s.text = "He was acutely conscious of the lewdity of her lips. He stared over \r\nthe top of the rows of monitors parading in lines along the desks and \r\nstudied the innocent flesh of her face, her snowy cheeks, the \r\nvirginal chin, the unadorned eyes, all gave in to the sickness of \r\nthat red, red mouth. He wanted to eat those lips. He wanted to taste \r\nthem tongue them, the facial vagina. He dreamed of biting them off \r\nand keeping them as a souvenir. He woke in the night, red on red were \r\nthe colour of his dreams. \r\n \r\nHe used his lunch hour to stand before the lipstick counter, looking, \r\nwondering which was her color? \"Can I help you.\" He blushed and in \r\nthe end bought one called Cuban Sunset. He never gave it to her. He \r\ndidn't know her name. He hid it at home scared his mother might find \r\nit. He used it to color his penis so he could improve his dreams." s.link = "" s.email = "aphraausten@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Franz Kafka" s.title = "Trailer Trash" s.text = "She moved into the trailer park with her mother.\r\nI fucked them both.\r\n\nAunt and niece were sisters, born nine months later.\r\nI sat in a bar and didn't care.\r\n\nFifteen years later, another town, they moved in.\r\nGrandmother, mother, daughters, four babies." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:franzkafka79@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.geocities.com/franzkafka79/stories.html" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Y. Lee Coyote" s.title = "The Wrong Suitcase or the Baboon Butt Effect" s.text = "The flight was uneventful and they made the three hour drive to the\r\nmotel before they examined the luggage. On the outside it was the same\r\nas their own but very different on the inside.\r\n Rick was furious at Sam's mistake. It would mess up the trip and be\r\nexpensive. That there was the identifying blue ribbon tied to the\r\nhandle mattered not for it was Sam's gross carelessness, plain and\r\nsimple. Mixed in with the stranger's clothes were adult toys. The\r\nfunction of the leather strap with a handle was obvious and Rick decided\r\nto borrow it even though he had never used one before. Sam was fearful\r\nbut obeyed the order to strip and bend over. The tawse made a\r\nresounding WHACK and left a red stripe with each of the six cuts applied\r\nto Sam's butt.\r\n Rick became extremely horny seeing Sam's bright red tail. He ripped\r\nopen his pants and rammed his rock hard shaft deep into his willing\r\npartner for the first time that night. They fucked hard all night. By\r\nthe morning Rick had forgiven Sam.\r\n Back home, Rick became a good customer of the adult shoppe." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:YLeeCoyote@mail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/~YLeeCoyote/Direct.htm" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Kiki" s.title = "My Redemption" s.text = "Got my jeans around my ankles. I'm tied to the bedposts, \r\non my knees, intrigued. I gush liquid consent. Abuse me \r\nwith pleasure; make me come at your command like the \r\nbedroom whore that I am. One lick of your teasing \r\ntongue and the gates of my pussy open to absorb you into \r\nmy secret garden. Your hand greets my fanny like a splash of \r\ngasoline to a lazy fire and I explode with insatiable desire. \r\nIt's dawn but still you torture me with anguish of soul and \r\necstacy. Should I rue the day your hand and my behind met? \r\n\nI want to feel you fuck me one last time. I'm face down, \r\nstill on my knees, at the beck and call of your masterful \r\nshaft. All my defenses shatter like glass, as you ravage my \r\npussy and smack my ass. You fill my hole with creamed \r\npassion; my volcanic center erupts, and the evidence of my \r\nredemption glistens like dew all over your morning cock.. " s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:today4th@yahoo.com" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Leah S." s.title = "Lipstick Lesbian" s.text = "At the counter in the restaurant bathroom she adjusts her lipstick, a thick \r\nglossy carmine. She leans in to the mirror, adjusts her cleavage, tweaks \r\nboth nipples to make them rise. Then she stoops to\r\nwhisk off her panties and stuff them in her evening bag.\r\n\nIgnoring the other women in the bathroom, who are now openly staring at her, \r\nshe nimbly props up one foot on the counter. She reaches back around her \r\nbare bottom with the lipstick, and,\r\nfrowning in concentration, begins to apply it to her pretty ass pucker.\r\n\n\"Girl,\" says a frowning, heavy-set black woman with cornrows, \"what the hell \r\nare you doing?\"\r\n\n\"Putting on my lipstick, of course! A little surprise for him if he takes me \r\nhome...\" Teetering on one heel, she grabs the bench for support. \"Can \r\nsomebody help me here?\" she complains.\r\n\n\"Give me that.\" The Afro-American woman steps up to her and takes the \r\nlipstick from her, puts strong arms round her and lifts her right off the \r\nfloor, naked tush high in the air. Four steps to the\r\nnearest cubicle, the door bangs open and then shut, and she's back on her \r\nfeet as the lock clicks shut. A little frightened now: \"What are you doing?\"\r\n\n\"Helping you with your lipstick, like you asked.\" The taller woman puckers \r\nup and liberally applies the scarlet tube to her own mouth, then caps the \r\nlipstick and puts it in her bag. She drops to her\r\nknees. \"Now turn round and hold up your skirt so I can put it on...\"" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:leahs31@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "Motel Mirror" s.text = " The place was seedy but clean, and it had enough dirty light \r\nstreaming through the slitted shade that we could see ourselves in \r\nthe mirror facing the bed. His hands held my breasts. \"So beautiful,\" \r\nhe said. I pushed him back and in seconds we had each other slurped \r\nstiff and sloppy. Then I moved from his face to his cock, and my cunt \r\nsank right down to those cute fat pouches. God, he felt good inside, \r\nso big and about to burst, and his hair tickled, and the sticky wet \r\nsounds almost made me swoon and come right then. I rocked him slow as \r\nI could until I couldn't stand it anymore and frigged myself right to \r\nthe edge. \"Fuck me!\" I growled at the mirror, and leaned forward so \r\nhe could see my least pretty part open and trembling. If he could \r\nlove that he could love all of me. \"Oh, honey, you're so hot,\" he \r\ncrooned. No sooner did he touch me there than we trembled all over. \r\nWhen his thumb went in, floods and geysers gushed and flowed. Oh, \r\nsuch sweet jolts of purest pleasure.\r\n Hot kisses in the shower, sweet talk during dinner, teasing \r\ntouches on the walk, and then I sucked him in the mirror for dessert." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Franz Kafka" s.title = "Thlee Asian Wholes" s.text = "Ying, Sung, and Yang, the asian sluts walked along the shops,\r\nleft behind by people visiting chinatown. Behind the windows\r\nall kind of sin could be found. Most of it was illegal - coke,\r\nwhite flesh, black-jack. Chinatown at night was a mess of vice.\r\n\nThey've been clothed in back vinyl, each in hot-pants, showing\r\noff nice asian asses, swinging the halfs with each step. Sung\r\nwas the oldest, at the age of 20. Ying and Yang, the twins,\r\nshowed off the tits and identical dolphin tattoos on the back.\r\n\nA man came along on his way, he needed to fuck so much, now.\r\nThey showed him the assets they had. He was amazed and took the\r\ntwins. Ying and Yang laughend and smiled, saying to the oldest\r\nsibling: \"Did ya think he takes a whole such old like you?\"" s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:franzkafka79@hotmail.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.geocities.com/franzkafka79/stories.html" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "Mirror rorriM" s.text = " Lovely golden light rubs the beauty of her body into mine. Her\r\neyes are green, her lips are red, her hair is auburn, her breasts are\r\nin his hands and his cock is hard and deep inside her. The sweet\r\nslight quiver of her heart-shaped ass as it lifts from his phallus \r\nkisses my core. When she swivels, I see the tip of her clit tonguing \r\nthe top of his balls. Their snug bounce echoes the dip of her bottom, \r\nthe bob of her breasts. \"Fuck me hard now,\" she hisses.\r\n His jolts hammer shimmers of ecstasy up and down her body. \"Oh, \r\nhoney,\" she cries, \"you're making me come!\" The flush of her chest, \r\nthe clench of her cunt, the quake of her excitement make me crack.\r\n Skin silvery sighs replace all light. \r\n Darkness mends me.\r\n Hours later a seep of moon shows us the way: the glimpse of \r\nshiny glans against her lewd smile. \"You're so big and sweet and hot \r\nin my mouth,\" she says. \"Soon,\" she hums, sipping the sound, the \r\nflesh, the fullness. \"Soon ... Now!\" His burst of starlight shatters \r\nme whole." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Mat Twassel" s.title = "The Watchmaker and his Wife" s.text = " Pity the poor watchmaker, wounded in the war. Nothing but numb\r\n below his waist. Brute bulk above. What keeps him from toppling off\r\nhis chair? And those fumbly-big bear paws! Those sausage-sized \r\nfingers! Useless lout, hunched impotently over the workbench where \r\nonce he fit the tiniest screws into the tightest holes.\r\n Pity the poor watchmaker's wife. Her beauty beyond compare wasted \r\non that wrecked beast of too much brain, too little brawn. No real \r\nman to taste her red lips, to tease the innocence of her green eyes,\r\n to plough and plunder her plump little belly with its shy patch of \r\ngolden fur.\r\n But look! The watchmaker's knowing thumb fondles the bevel of her \r\nclit, winding tighter the slippery knurl, while his fingers caress \r\nthe bezel of her cunt, entering the aperture and expanding it, \r\nworking it wider and wider until, with a crystalline cry, she comes.\r\n Pity the poor watchmaker and his wife. Like clockwork, morning,\r\n noon, and night, day after day, year after year, for hours at a time,\r\n time stops." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:Mmtwassel@aol.com" s.authorsite = "http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Midnight Sword" s.title = "The Ceremony" s.text = "She felt him drop to his knees between her legs. The table supported her\r\nback, with the leather straps holding her knees high and wide. Her ass was\r\nsuspended at the edge, completely open to be seen and touched. His fingers\r\nquickly found her bare lips - shaven that morning for him - and he pulled\r\nthem wide as well. As his tongue traced down one side of her labia, then\r\nup the other, she pulled on her cuffs, and forced herself not to scream.\r\n Then, he moved his mouth higher. Her recently pierced clit had healed, and\r\nwas no longer painful, but, perversely, was more sensitive than ever\r\nbefore. It swelled as he sucked it into his mouth. This attention was not\r\nthe gentle caress that she so cherished, but the demanding domination she\r\ncraved. The sparks that shot from her clit went to every part of her; her\r\ncunt, her nipples, her skin, her soul. As he continued to tongue lash her,\r\nhis fingers fumbled into his pocket. Cold metal touched her most tender\r\nspot. In her mind, she knew what he was placing on her. Her ring, bearing\r\nhis symbol. Her clit, now inflamed even larger than before, could feel the\r\ncooling loop slip into her flesh. A distinct click of the locking ball,\r\nand it was done. He used his teeth to pull on the ring, and then suddenly\r\nreleased it, pulling away from her. \r\r\n Just a little more, she begged in her mind, let me cum! \r\r\n \"Having placed your mark on her in full view of your friends and\r\nfamilies assembled here tonight, by the power granted to me by your faith,\r\nfor now and forever, I pronounce you, Man and Wife.\" The priest smiled at\r\nthe new Master and Slave. \r\n\nThe Bride came hard and loud." s.link = "" s.email = "mailto:mdnghtsword@aol.com" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s); s = new slide(); s.authorname = "Davis Loves" s.title = "Night Moves" s.text = "The door opens without a sound. I creep across the carpet and\r\n see her. Softly, slowly I lift the cover away from her sleeping\r\n form. The dim light from the bathroom lamp illuminates her naked\r\n beauty. My hand explores her. I stroke across her breasts, down her\r\n stomach and into the soft tangle between her legs.\r\n\nShe shifts and moans in her sleep, perhaps dreaming of some other\r\n lover. She parts her legs to give me access to her pussy. Gently I\r\n stroke her, arousing the fire within.\r\n\nHalf awake, she writhes against the bed. Her hand comes to join mine.\r\n Fingers tangle, rubbing against her with warm wet noises.\r\n\nHer muttered sounds begin to clarify into words as our hands accelerate\r\n the motion. I finally understand her speech. “Dammit Jim! Let me sleep.”" s.link = "" s.email = "shiresart@yahoo.com" s.authorsite = "" SLIDES.add_slide(s);