going on a date later

[redzero]

What a weirdo.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter Two.

"You're already excited, aren't you, BUMP?"

BUMP was rendered to silence. He could not speak.

"I know, baby. It's okay. Just let your little girl do all the work. I'll be your girl tonight. Your little girl. Just your's, BUMP. Nobody elses, baby." Jillian kissed BUMP softly on his lips and gently pushed his head until it rested on the back of the davenport. She took his hands and placed them on her waist. Her short skirt riding high on her tan thighs, BUMP kept his eyes closed tightly, in the instant she had taken control, he'd made up his mind to permit it.

"I'm not wearing panties, BUMP. Did you realize that while we were out this evening?"

"I didn't really think about it much while we were out."

Jillian giggled. "I bet you didn't. I am wearing a thong though. It's soaked, BUMP. I can't wait to take it off. I'll leave the skirt on, but, that thong is coming off."

"Could I take it off, uh, Jillian?"

She leaned in close to BUMP's left ear..."It's yours now, BUMP. When you leave here tomorrow it goes with you." in a deft whisper only BUMP could fathom.

Jillian had not lied:
She wore no panties.
She wore only the thong.
It was soaked.

"Your hands are rough and strong, BUMP."

"Did I hurt you, Jillian?" BUMP held the soddened thong tightly in his right hand.

"No, darling. Your touch is wonderful. And you're really a cowboy? You wouldn't lie to Jillian about that, would you, BUMP?"

"Yes, I mean no, I would never lie about that. I work at the Bar Lefty just outside of town."

"I always wanted a cowboy. Are you my cowboy, BUMP?" Jillian queried just as she pulled the white cotton top over her head and tossed it aside. Her breasts were as tanned as the rest of her body. The nipples a matched set of perfection. "Do with them as you like, cowboy. They're yours."

[Reck]

What a weirdo.

LOL @ your sig.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter Three.

"Just my breasts, darling. I don't want you to get too excited and ruin everything. I have plans for you, BUMP, for us both tonight, all night, so just take your time and enjoy yourself. Here BUMP, take one." Jillian held her right breast and tenderly brought BUMP's face closer. "That's it, take as much as you like." BUMP wanted to touch and take, take it all, but, he'd never been under the ministrations of a girl like Jillian. He knew instinctively that he should slow and savor this moment, this night. He redoubled his effort to remain calm and restrained. He nursed at Jillian's breasts, first one, then the other. Jillian did not rush him, nor goad him. She let him feed at his leisure, insisted on it and he obeyed her silent decree. Her soft whimpers and cries told him that he was pleasuring her and that pleased BUMP greatly. Too many times he'd been too insistent, the virtual bull in a china shop with girls. But, he'd never met a girl like Jillian.

Ever.

"Please, BUMP, please touch me. Touch me everywhere. Don't stop, BUMP. All night, BUMP. All night, my darling."

BUMP's hands searched under the skirt once again and found the treasures he'd been frantically anticipating all evening. Jillian's lips found his and the kiss was maddening in it's intensity. She would not release his lips, BUMP's hands finding the secrets under that skirt drove Jillian to penetrate his mouth with her tongue. Her breath hot & sweet--his breath dangerously close to being denied, BUMP continued the search under her skirt, her treasures hot and wet, smooth and luscious, the down of hair covering her quim a swath of heaven.

[8FOR!3]

listen i'm drunk sa fawn and i ain't gonna take the time to read this thread but if you're goin on a date tonight with a broad yo ubetta do the in my man.

[Jodelo]

Giuseppe tries to be funny but fails... again!

[NRHector]

today is the day. I sat at my keyboard for hours contemplating but I finally did it.

I worked up the courage to type in "half naked woman" into google images. I was in awe. After awhile of searching I came across this girl I liked. She seemed kinda shy at first. However I managed to suck it up and copy and paste this image into my sig. Boy was I nervous but I'm glad it's over with. I can't wait to compare my sig with the other fellas who have done the same thing for years. Hopefully they approve of my catch.

I asked her if she wanted to go on a date tonight and she didn't say no so that's pretty much a yes. I will keep you guys updated on how it goes. Wish me luck

sorry to spoil your wet dreams but that looks like a tranny

[Latarian Milton]

cully's come back w/ da gotdamn goods and started to regulate AGAIN, that's why it'd be a big ing LOSS for spurstalk & the world as well if he got banned tbh

[Giuseppe]

Chapter Four.

BUMP was becoming frantic with need and Jillian sensed such.

"Baby, I'm going to pull your zipper down. You're not to touch yourself, at all. Together, BUMP, we'll test nature and we'll find out if it takes it's course."

Jillian scooted back a bit on BUMP's lap and quickly pulled the zipper down on BUMP's jeans. His was bent severely, hopeless entangled in his underwear.

"Jillian, I don't really think it can find it's way out of there. It may need one of us to assist it."

"Nonsense, BUMP. Just close your eyes and concentrate. Will it out of there, sweetheart." She softly kissed each of BUMP's eye lids closed, then started whispering into BUMP's right ear. The whispers involved things that they would do together this night. Raw, physical acts that BUMP knew existed but had never attempted, nor been permitted to attempt with any girl. The whispers though also made plain to BUMP that Jillian's plans for him extended beyond this endless night and well into the morrows of their lives. As she whispered he listened and contorted his body in order to free from the confines of cotton the tool necessary to successfully implement the plans that Jillian had for him,,,for them. Somehow it finally pierced the sewn-seam that he'd never in his life used, nary a once. He'd always just pulled the waistband asunder and urinated.

'So that's how it worked, eh?' BUMP silently cited himself.

She kissed each of his eyelids, granting him permission to open them. Jillian smiled radiantly above him.

"Soon, BUMP, I don't want to wait much longer. Don't make me wait. Please, BUMP."

"It's almost out, Jill." BUMP, concentrated, grimaced and raised his trapped hips a fraction.

"Nobody calls me 'Jill' except for my daddy, BUMP." Jillian stiffened immediately.

"I'm sorry, Jillian. I didn't know."

"It's okay. I love my daddy. And I like when you call me 'Jill." Beside him, only you may call me 'Jill' from now on."

It had become lodged on the lowest station where the zipper lead rested cold against the head of his tool. "I just need a little bit more clearance, Jillian, and I'll be all set."

"Here, let me help, BUMP." Jillian lifted her bottom from his lap and slithered her tongue into BUMP's right ear where the decadent whispering had just taken place. It was so hot & wet that the result was a resounding success. BUMP's tool popped free and stood proudly.

"Oh--my--God." The all too familiar roiling & boiling initiating at once.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter Five.

"Don't hold back, angel. It's okay. We have all night." In command Jillian reached down, grasped BUMP fully and most firmly and held him close to her pot of honey. She locked eyes with BUMP and commenced to bury his bone inch by excruciating inch.

BUMP wanted to forewarn her that he never reloaded, ever, be it by himself, or, with partner. He shot once and then was finished for an extended length of time. He had neither the heart nor the guts to tell Jillian this fact. He just watched himself in the mirror of her blue gray eyes as she impaled herself upon him. At final depth she rested but a moment, then scampered onto the balls of her feet never breaking eye contact.

"I'd love to you and this won't take long, BUMP, so don't worry about it. Just hang on and enjoy the ride."

'Who in the is this girl?' BUMP queried himself in utter disbelief as the onslaught commenced.

In the relatively short, violent interlude that followed Jillian impassively studied BUMP, never taking her eyes from his.

When he could no longer hold back the storm she at once assured him in the most feminine voice he'd ever imagined: "It's all right, darling. I understand. Inside me. Inside Jill. I want you to. All of it, BUMP."

[BUMP]

Well guys safe to say the date didn't go that great. She has the looks but she seemed very quiet and not into me. Not only that but I found her on other sites on the web so I also question her trustworthiness. It's ok though. She said that we can still be friends and that I can google her anytime I want to. I also got to brag with random people I'll never meet on the internet about "my girl" and how much pussy I get because there's no way they'll ever know but at the end of the day it was still me and the right hand like always.

[pass1st]

Well guys safe to say the date didn't go that great. She has the looks but she seemed very quiet and not into me. Not only that but I found her on other sites on the web so I also question her trustworthiness. It's ok though. She said that we can still be friends and that I can google her anytime I want to. I also got to brag with random people I'll never meet on the internet about "my girl" and how much pussy I get because there's no way they'll ever know but at the end of the day it was still me and the right hand like always.

Google up "Sue Bird", I heard she's looking for love.

[BUMP]

listen i'm drunk sa fawn and i ain't gonna take the time to read this thread but if you're goin on a date tonight with a broad yo ubetta do the in my man.

that's an awesome story

i bet whenever you actually read this thread sober you'll feel like an idiot

[mavs>spurs]

I like this new bump with an at ude. Let these boys know

[jeebus]

Well guys safe to say the date didn't go that great. She has the looks but she seemed very quiet and not into me. Not only that but I found her on other sites on the web so I also question her trustworthiness. It's ok though. She said that we can still be friends and that I can google her anytime I want to. I also got to brag with random people I'll never meet on the internet about "my girl" and how much pussy I get because there's no way they'll ever know but at the end of the day it was still me and the right hand like always.

you should check out the live jasmin website fwiw tbh

[Giuseppe]

Chapter Six.

His breath was coming in ragged gasps as Jillian once again settled astride BUMP on her knees.

Somehow, someway God had intervened on this magical night and BUMP found himself still fully engorged---enveloped in the warmth of Jillian's center. She had placed her ear close to BUMP's chest and was listening intently to the cadence of BUMP's rampaging heart.

"It's really beating fast, BUMP. Are you okay?" Her voice lyrical and full of the devil.

"I think so."

"Good. Because it's your turn now. You get to me. And I don't like to be ed anywhere except in my bed. My bedroom is right thru there, BUMP." She motioned-with left thumb- and fanfare-to the darkened hallway off to the right.

Once again she pushed BUMP's head gently against the back of the davenport and kissed his lips. "You'll need to carry me, darling." She deftly lifted off BUMP and with her left hand cupped the essence that poured forth from her grotto. "My goodness, that's a lot. I hope there is still some left. Is there, BUMP, is there still some left?" She retrieved her cotton top and used it to hold his essence, taking her time to make sure BUMP witnessed the procedure. "I'll launder it tomorrow. Well?"

BUMP had already in the short time he'd been with her found himself accustomed to her communication protocol. "Yes, Jill, there is more."

She stood in front of the couch. "C'mon, I'll help you up, BUMP." She extended her hands and assisted BUMP to stand with her. She unbuckled his jeans, pushed them down, then bent and pulled them off. "You can leave the shirt on. I like it, BUMP."

He scooped her up in his arms as her laughter came to him in a rush.

"Over there, cowboy."

[mavs>spurs]

Hey giuseppe when we gonna go out and grab a couple beers brah? leave the chloroform rag at home and don't bring your john kramer persona with you, k thanks

[Giuseppe]

Hey giuseppe when we gonna go out and grab a couple beers brah? leave the chloroform rag at home and don't bring your john kramer persona with you, k thanks

No sense in a c-rag, >. I can't do anything whether you're , or, fast .

[mavs>spurs]

does katie girl aka bar**** allow you to go out and have a couple beers with scros?

[Giuseppe]

^I never drink, nor smoke, nor do drugs.

It's my religion.

[Giuseppe]

Chapter Seven.

Jillian's bedroom was dark. Only the illumination from the clock radio cast light. It was well after midnight.

"You can open the drapes, BUMP. I'd like that." He laid her gently upon her bed's comforter. While he went to obey her she quickly shed the black skirt and climbed twixt the cool powder blue sheets.

The view was of the Plaza. BUMP was too young to recall the intensity of such an event, but, he knew enough to recognize the fallacy of the calmness that now held fast below.

He saw her in the window's reflection watching him, her head resting on her pillow. She smiled at his recognition. She'd missed not a thing since they'd entered her home.

"Why?"

She knew at once what his query entertained, but could not answer him.

"Sssssssshhhhhh. Come here, cowboy."

His last chance was now. He recognized the moment and honestly considered it, much to his surprise. He took a final glance to the echoes below, then turned and found her smile warm and yes, loving.

"No, to the other side so I can see you in the light." He chuckled softly as he traversed his way to her directive. She turned as he moved, tracking him.

"What happened, cowboy?" She giggled.

He'd deflated, but, he knew, was as sure as anything in his life that it was but a temporary state.

"Are you going to me now, cowboy?"

"Yes."

[BUMP]

don't bring your john kramer persona with you, k thanks

[Reck]

Who's actually reading Curburn's essay posts anyways? Keep it within a sentence or two fella. For real..

[Giuseppe]

Chapter Eight.

She threw back the top sheet and arranged herself crossways on the bed, her head resting on the window view side. She brought her knees up slightly and bent them a trace.

BUMP settled in on top of Jillian and kissed her tenderly. She in turned hissed something into his ear, but, he could not make it out.

"I ed you. Are you going to me?" Her voice stark now & without passion.

He'd reloaded and immediately bent to the task she'd commanded. He found her extremely tight, though still wet with his prior leavings.

He'd no more settled into a nice rhythm when she lifted her body and met him at the summit of his stroke. She would not relent, her body strong and adept at it's mission. He tried to raise higher to gain room to adapt, but, she tracked him the entire way.

"Are you going to me"? Her voice held a moment of pleading.

He saw it all before he withdrew and commenced to enact the vision.

He rolled her over, placed the other bed pillow under her waist and spread her legs appreciatively.

"Don't. You're hurting me, BUMP. No."

"'No,' my ass."

"I'll tell my daddy." BUMP flinched, but, stroked his member to increase it's length & girth. He'd need every millimeter to get accomplished what needed done this early morning.

"I imagine you will, Jill." He grabbed her hips, and pulled back a healthy measure. Her ass rising in response. He hesitated, threw caution to the wind and smacked her upturned bottom with the flat of his right hand.

"No. Don't, BUMP. That hurts. Not that. Please don't spank me. Anything but that." Her voice genuine and on the precipice of something.

He smacked the opposite cheek this time. "No, BUMP, no!" He perceived a another raising of her haunches. He found her eyes in the window's reflection. She bowed her face into her pillow.

"Please, BUMP. "

"You can tell daddy for all I care." His voice milder and unconvincing. A boy's voice. A charade in response to Jillian's need.

"Only me, BUMP. Just me." Her head raised, their eyes met and her voice inflection found the mark. Imperceptibly he nodded to her and she dropped her face once again upon her pillow.

[z0sa]

a date with the hand. we've all enjoyed her.