Pops called a while ago – he is drunk along with everyone else and they are all happy as can be.
In case I did not tell you, all the guys plus several more from the company, a few from William’s place, some from Annie’s office and the local sheriff took one of William’s company jets to ChiTown today.
There is this baseball team that will remain nameless (because Pops says so) that played the Cubs this afternoon.
The Cubs won – first time since 1907 the Cubbies have won back to back division championships.
Pops and the guys was at Harry Carey’s – Pops favorite restaurant – getting drunk and having a party.
Will said he’ll get them all home – sometime this year. Mom told him to forget the drunks, just bring some studs – that’s all we need.
Go CUBBIES !
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Posts for Saturday, September 20, 2008 (archive)
Pops is SO Happy – Sep 20 2008 by Dani
Posted at 4:58 PM
Stubby’s Wood World Two - Sep 20 2008 by Dani
Posted at 4:58 PMStay with me here.
Every one is probably expecting a story about Stubby and his wood.
Well this IS a story about Stubby and his wood – but you folks are all thinking of the wrong wood.
Yes, he has a very nice chunk of wood. Lisa says she has never been so satisfied by one piece of wood.
But enough of THAT piece of wood. This is the start of a series about Stubby’s carvings.
The first time I saw his ‘village’ – that’s what he calls his room in his house where he has created a miniature village – all out of wood – I was speechless.
All types of wood, Pops says he is sure he has used every variety in the woods around the cabin and a few more he has picked up along the way.
When you first walk into the room you are forced to duck under what appears to be a tree branch. Appears my ass – it IS a tree branch. It is the remaining unused branch from the trees that built most of his current log cabin.
You might be picturing a ‘real’ log cabin but this cabin was built by a guy that specializes in ‘kits’ except in this case, the guy and his crew used Stubby’s trees to get most of the logs for this ‘kit’. Captain helped Stubby cut and dry them.
The builder asked them to join him and cut all the logs and wood for his kits but he was disappointed. Stubby and Captain never wanted to do it again.
It is a modern log cabin with running water, flushing toilets and electricity. It has wood paneling in some rooms and drywall in others.
A wall in his bedroom is carved – many different scenes from different parts of his life are depicted. It is beautiful.
There is a massive fireplace about half the size of our great room fireplace. Stubby’s can take several four foot logs and has burned for 29 hours with out attention.
He told us the first day we ‘discovered’ his skills, that one winter after it dropped to twenty-five below and the next spring his old cabin (a REAL log cabin) flooded, he had his current home built – about 14 years ago. He got tired of being wet and cold.
The catch with his current cabin – it straddles a creek – a very wide creek and his front and side porch ‘float’ on the creek.
Attached to the side porch is a gang plank to his boat dock. He has several fishing boats and john boats and flat bottom boats. He also has a small tug and a fifteen foot sailboat.
He loves the water. He said he used to pilot tugboats for a competitor of Cheese’s but quit when Liz’s Mom changed his life.
We don’t know how she changed his life and Lisa tells us to ask him. We are afraid to pry.
So I step up onto his floating porch early that morning and almost screamed – the damn thing sank with my weight but it eventually leveled and the slope to the front door was very slight.
Lisa waved me in and led me to a softly lit room. I was not expecting what I saw.
I saw our valley and the two rivers and the island where they meet. I saw the nearest town with its several church steeples and many tall trees.
I saw the same village across the river from us – the one that takes over an hour to drive to but we can yell across to its dwellers. We can take a boat to it and Stubby’s miniature has a boat doing exactly that.
And in the distance ‘behind’ the little village I could see the skyline of the big city painted on the wall that served as the backdrop to the village and valley.
I could see all of the landmarks – I could see the candy and popcorn shop run by a local lady - looking in the window I found the marble slab she uses for fudge and candy canes (the best).
The car dealer had several cars in a row – I could pick up the entire row because Stubby had not separated them from the slab he had carved them from.
Somehow he has carved the windows visible from this side to look like they were reflecting the sunlight.
Lisa hit a switch and the room turned to moonlight – the car windows changed to reflect moon light. It was amazing because it was not just the car windows – it was the entire room.
The valley was the center point – our cabin a focal point and the lock and damn another distance focal point.
The rivers looked like they were flowing and on closer look – they were – it was actual water with sparkles and other ‘junk’ in it plus either real dirt or food coloring.
I asked Stubby if I could show Pops. When he agreed I went out and called Pops telling him to bring his best camera and to get ready to be blown away. He didn’t understand until he got here.
This is the first of many articles – it might take years to document all of it but I will hit the high points.
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Stubby’s Wood World One - Sep 20 2008 by Dani
Posted at 3:15 PMWell this is a story about Stubby and his wood – but you folks are all thinking of the wrong wood.
Did you know I have not sampled Stubby’s wood? I love to look at it but otherwise I am not interested. Of course I could look at it for hours –especially if he starts squirting the fountain.
Stubby has a fountain and it shoots up about 6 or seven feet – it is so much fun to watch Lisa try to catch it in her mouth.
But my favorite part is when Lisa sticks the fountain up her ass and lets Stubby try to push it out of her mouth. Damn his wood is BIG and LONG.
And when he rolls off the bed to a standing position taking her with him - she is stuck in mid air with nothing to grab. His cock can hold all of her weight and he loves leaving her hanging.
I cum every time I see him do that to her. Wow – that was good.
Ok now that I am done with that wood, I’ll talk about his other wood.
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Morning Wood – Sep 20 2008 by Dani
Posted at 2:26 PMThis morning Liz got her own morning wood.
Her father had carved her some morning wood. When Lisa put it down in front of Liz it looked like a big cock covered by a cloth.
Liz was not quite sure what to do so she told Lisa she did not think it would fit. Lisa laughed and told her it was not meant to fit.
She lifted the cloth and peaked underneath then she giggled and lifted the cloth completely off.
There is a flower that grows near the river in the wild. It is called the morning wood because when it blooms its petals look like wood bark and are black.
They also spread out to be 6 or more inches wide.
Liz’s morning wood did exactly that –when she lifted the cloth her morning wood spread open into several petals – of course they were made out of a very dark wood.
The detail was amazing and each petal was completely different. Stubby had made it look like a few of the petals had morning dew on them.
Liz asked Lisa if the real thing had morning dew. Lisa asked which real thing – Liz said real morning wood. Lisa told her maybe they better go check.
Lisa headed out the deck door and Liz headed upstairs. Lisa asked where she was going and Liz said to check for morning dew. Lisa asked where and Liz said either Captain or her dad.
Lisa shook her head and sat down. Liz brought her some hot toddy and gave her a hug.
Captain came in and Liz hurriedly covered her ‘wood’ back up. She asked Captain if he wanted to see her morning wood. He laughed and dared her – Liz pulled the cover off and her morning wood spread wide.
Captain told everyone to look – Liz’s morning wood was ejaculating.
Liz was perfect: “What’s ejaculating Capt?” He told her the best thing that ever happens to him and he walked into the kitchen.
Someone had finally gotten the upper hand. We all watched Liz turn very bright red. Captain came back through and said that his ejaculation lasted longer then hers and his spread out at least eight inches.
Mom told him to be nice – he asked her if he was lying and Liz wanted to know how she would know. Pops immediately said he told Captain.
Pops and Captain left in a hurry.
Oops – we have to be careful.
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Posts for Friday, September 19, 2008 (archive)
Tugboat Hell – Part Five - Sep 19 2008 by Lisa
Posted at 9:47 PMStubby and I declared a truce when everyone else got sick. He took very good care of me – he even apologized for being an asshole but he had made an assumption thinking that I felt the same.
I never said a word – I just got sicker and let him take care of me – not out of meanness but because I knew I was going to break his heart and destroy his dreams and I wanted a few days of peace before it all ended.
We spent the last two days at his place talking about anything but what we needed to talk about.
About three hours ago, I told him I probably would never want children again. He picked up on the again and I explained as simply as I could.
He actually cried with me and asked if anyone else knew. Only Dani I told him.
I told him I was sure he would be able to find a woman that would love having him for a husband and giving him more children.
He really didn’t want to be a husband. And he really didn’t care if he didn’t have any more children.
He had decided a long time ago that all he did care about was feeling my ass locked around his cock. And seeing the absolute joy in my face each time he fucked Red and he made her lick me.
He was afraid he would seem too shallow for me. I told him to never use the word shallow in relationship to his cock or me ever again – save it for the river.
He laughed then I showed him the opposite of shallow with my ass.
He told me that he wished we had this conversation before the river trip. He would have fucked me all the way home that night.
I reminded him he was the pilot – he reminded me he was the big cock and I did most of the work anyway.
In reply I lifted off until the tip of his cock was barely in my ass. Then I push my feet out from under me and landed on his balls.
He yelled and reminded me I had promised to never do that again. I told him I was sorry but it was the only weapon I had. He had reached between us to rub his balls and I did another quick impale. I landed on his hand missing his balls but I did hurt his thumb – he thinks I broke it.
He rolled to the side of the bed, rolled over and off without ever pulling his cock out of my ass.
Then he lined everything up and put his bionic foot against my clit. He slapped his leg and held me down. I think he is paying them extra to give his leg and foot a sexual vibrating mode.
Then he buried his cock in my ass and slapped his leg again. I know I passed out between orgasms but I am not sure how many times.
When I woke up I was laying on the bed in a puddle of juice and cum. He was no where to be found.
I came back up to the house and right before I started up the path to the kitchen deck I saw Red bent over getting fucked by my dick. I went over and pushed her face into my crotch.
Stubby just grinned and said Hi.
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Tugboat Hell – Part Four - Sep 10 2008 by Lisa
Posted at 9:46 PMI heard the motors start and wondered how Stubby was going to get the barges off the bank.
He just backed out the way Captain put them in. Then he made the slow turn to port (I have no idea how he could see the front of the barge but my eyes finally adjusted enough to see the lights out front.
Fifteen minutes later we were on the way home. I asked what we were hauling because the barges seemed to be riding much lower then the first load. He never answered. He never said a word to me all the way home nor the next day.
He fucked Red but didn’t even touch me. I still did not know if I should be pissed or hurt or both.
I went into Red’s room and figured he would not be able to turn us both down but he was not there. Liz and not seen him and Captain, who was staying in town, said he had not seen him since they left the tug.
And now I am getting sick.
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Tugboat Hell – Part Three - Sep 10 2008 by Lisa
Posted at 9:41 PMWhen we got to Arkansas City it seemed like the sun came out. Several overhead spotlights came on and I noticed four very small tugs waiting on the starboard side.
Captain brought us to a stop and the four tugs pushed us into a dock where many guys tied the barges up. All four of our crew went to work and we were free of the barges in about fifteen minutes.
Captain backed away and we went another three or so miles down river. Captain slowly passed about twelve barges tied up to a dock while the four crew members used high intensity lights to look them over and Stubby used another light from the wheel house.
When we got to the end Captain made a U-turn and put the boat against the barges.
In less then ten minutes all four crew members moved towards the front inspecting everything. I saw three tugs push up against the barges and their crews hooked to them.
When our guys got to the front one of them flashed his light and spoke to Captain on the radio then Captain spoke into a different radio and we gradually started moving sideways into the main channel.
When we were in the right place Captain started moving the whole assembly up river very slowly.
After a quarter mile all the smaller tugs unhooked, Captain radioed thanks and we were off.
I had no idea where we were but then I saw some lights and I heard Captain call for a ride. He put the barges into the bank but the tug ended up right at a dock.
I knew he had done this many years. About ten minutes later, Rita, the cook, Captain, Stubby and me all boarded a van that took us to downtown Arkansas City.
Captain, Stubby and I went into a restaurant that reminded me of Cheese’s wife’s place.
It was my second best meal of the day. This river people really eat well.
Many places were still open and there were quite a few people out browsing. We went into a bar where I had a whiskey but Captain and Stubby drank coffee.
Captain said we could spend the night if I wanted but the crew had voted to return tonight if it was OK. Stubby could pilot back with one of the other crew backing him.
I wondered why I didn’t get to vote. I later found out Captain or Stubby would have only voted if there was a tie. Most of the crew prefers most of Sunday off. Very seldom did they stay over.
We went to a beautiful house and met up with the cook. This was her sister’s house. We sat around, the cook, her sister and me with whiskey – Stubby and Captain with coffee.
Cook’s sister was baby sitting for a friend – two girls and a boy between 9 and 11 I’d say.
Stubby was playing with them and one of the girls really liked my hair. We played hide and seek then had strawberries and cream – damn it was good.
Stubby made a comment about me being so good with kids. He wondered how many I wanted. I gave him a funny look. He asked me directly how many kids I wanted. I looked at him and said none.
He asked why the fuck he was here if I didn’t want anymore kids. I looked at him with open mouth and a total look of shock. Then I said cause he was a good fuck.
He said something about not being good enough and he walked away.
I did not know if I should be hurt or pissed or both.
We got a ride back to the boat. Rita had already returned and was playing poker with the remaining crew. Cook and I sat down to join them. Stubby laid down for two hours while the cook, Rita and I showed the crew how to play poker.
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Tugboat Hell – Part Two - Sep 10 2008 by Lisa
Posted at 9:40 PMI was introduced as their caretaker. I think she thought I was a whore the way she dismissed me. I noticed she was not a girl up close but time had been nice to her.
The Captain said something and Stubby agreed and Captain pushed both throttles forward. The previous noises, vibration and smells returned.
Again it was five minutes before I noticed a change in our position. Then we started moving forward but still slightly to starboard.
Captain moved the rudder and I noticed an almost immediate but very slight movement.
An hour after boarding and Captain starting the motors, we were finally in the main channel heading for the Clark bridge.
After spending two hours watching the river go by, I asked why they were serious but I guess I picked a bad time – Stubby shushed me and ignored me. I decided to explore.
Rita, the forty something wife of a crew member took me on a tour. The galley was spotless and a formerly attractive older lady was making cornbread or some kind of bread.
I also smelled meatloaf or some kind of meat. Rita asked if I wanted to walk the barges. Sure I said. She gave me a life jacket built into a harness that had about a four foot rope attached to it with a large clip on one end.
She taught me how to hook myself to the safety cable and how to move the clip past the upright pipes holding the safety cable. One hand always on the cable while the clip was open.
It took us several minutes to walk to the front. I noticed several No Smoking signs and Warning: High Pressure signs but didn’t really give it much thought.
When we got to the front I heard a pop and hiss then smelled natural gas.
I broke out in a cold sweat. I asked Rita what we were hauling. Well it was then that I realized I was on top of a very explosive cargo and could not wait to get back to the tug although it offered no real safety. The two barges at the front of the boat contained Propane.
I hate propane. I’ve seen what happens when a rail car explodes and the damage an exploding small residential tank can do to a man.
Captain offered to call Cheese and have him come get me. I declined. If others could do it, I could. Stubby apologized for shushing me but I forgave him – I wanted all his attention on those barges.
Then Stubby mentioned a vibration and Captain agreed. I broke out in a cold sweat. He called Cheese and they figure the port propeller or shaft is probably bent. I was hoping we would have to turn back. No such luck.
Rita said it has been that way for about two weeks. I asked how often she made the trip and she said every weekend. Her half sister lives in Arkansas City and she visits during the layover.
At lunch the cook brought a big tray up with three plates and silverware and serving plates and bowls in the center.
Captain said if we didn’t finish it, the cook might get mad. I was not sure if I liked the way it smelled. Meatloaf, mash potatoes, corn, carrots, green beans, big dinner rolls, cornbread and chocolate cake all with a side of sulfur from the diesel exhaust.
We three ate everything and Captain even called asking for more coffee. I told Captain she cooked better then he did. He agreed. Then he said he was teasing when he told me the cook would get mad if we didn’t eat it all.
Stubby lit a cigarette and I asked if he knew what the fuck he was doing. He told me it was safe back here. Then Captain lit a cigar and I saw the cook standing at the stern smoking.
I took one of Stubby’s and joined her. She has to be one of the nicest ladies I had ever met.
She had worked for Cheese since his first boat – 20 years. Didn’t start cooking until five year ago when she demonstrated it would be cheaper for her to cook then for Cheese to pay food allowances to his crew.
Now guys fight to get on one of her trips. Sometimes she cooks for many more and the tugs meet up on the river for her food and a break. I understood why.
We went back for more coffee and back out for another smoke.
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Tugboat Hell – Part One - Sep 10 2008 by Lisa
Posted at 9:39 PMI took my first tug boat ride Saturday/Sunday. Probably my last.
Saturday morning Cheese called needing Captain to pilot a tug with six barges down to Arkansas on a normal Saturday trip. Captain agreed if he could bring Stubby along as co-pilot. Cheese said that was exactly what he wanted.
I told them I was going too but Stubby tried to warn me I would probably not enjoy it. I asked how many women would be on board. Captain said the cook was an old friend but he had never sampled her ‘good cooking’.
He thought that one of the crew’s wives usually tagged along but he didn’t know her well.
I figured if other women could do it, I could do it. I called Red to tell her I could not baby sit and suggested she call Liz. I grabbed a few things in a duffle bag and we were off.
My first perceptions of the tug boat were correct. This was not a pleasure boat. This was a dirty, stinky working boat with real river rats on it.
I had assumed Stubby would be working the barges or around the tug or something. Instead he just offered Captain what he saw. He also spelled Captain for ten or fifteen minutes each hour.
Their first move made me wonder if they knew what the fuck they were doing. Captain talked on a walkie-talkie and I saw someone on the front barge wave a flag or something.
Then nothing happened for several minutes and Captain said no starboard current. Stubby agreed.
I saw Captain push the left stick of two sticks forward about half way. I smelled the diesel, then felt vibrations, heard the exhaust then saw the white water at the stern.
Then he pulled the right stick back more then halfway. That motor smoked more then the left one.
The white water would have been really rough for a raft ride. But we didn’t move. I scanned the port side for mooring ropes but we were free.
I heard the cables stretch then saw the drums on the bow, if you can call it that, strain and watched the cables tighten.
I heard radio cackle from Captain’s head and heard him say ‘Roger’.
He pushed one throttle farther forward and pulled the other farther back. The diesels blew more dark smoke, the white water was splashing on board and it was so loud we could not have a conversation.
I wondered what they called this test. Then after maybe five minutes I noticed the slightest movement of the barges all the way to the front.
Actually the whole rig was turning ever so slightly to the starboard. It took three or four minutes for the front port barge to move about four feet from the bank.
The Captain backed the engines off to almost idle. After another foot he brought the starboard to idle then held a latch in and pushed it forward just a touch.
Over the next five minutes he gradually moved the starboard throttle farther forward more then the port.
The front of the barge was still moving to starboard but the tug had barely moved from the dock.
During this entire time he had never touched the rudder. I could not figure out what he was doing.
Then I saw the guys on the front of the barge walking towards us and I saw four guys and one girl standing on the dock.
When the guys were about half way to the tug, the people on the dock sort of jumped on the tug and two other guys popped out of a door at the front of the tug.
When the two guys up front reached the tug the other two joined them and I heard them say something into a pipe and Captain said good job and the four jumped off.
Two of the new four starting working their way to the front of the barges checking the cables and winches. One of the other two said something and Captain said welcome aboard and something I could not hear then Captain idled the motors.
I asked Stubby what was happening. He told me that crew had worked all night loading the barges and they were going home.
The new guys would sail down with us and unhook these barges and hook up our new load and come back with us tomorrow.
Then the girl I saw came into the room and said hi to Captain and Stubby. The girl asked permission to make the trip with the boat. Cook would vouch for her.
Captain said no need – he had seen her around before. He told if she ran around naked he could not guarantee her safety. Stubby pointed at me and told her especially if I was around.
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A Success Story From a Reader – The End Result – Sep 13 2008 by a Reader
Posted at 6:14 PMSo after Momtoo made a few suggestions during our online conversations, things just sort of happened on their own until we had a runaway train.
But we reigned it in and now have a group of people that have become very close and very active.
We have functions four or five days out of the week. Monday nights and Sundays for the next few months, are reserved for football. The guys gather someplace to watch the game and get drunk.
Girls can come too but they have to be the guys’ slaves for ANYTHING. My new friend across the street had to answer the door naked and offer the pizza delivery boy a blow job.
He turned it down. She lost track of how many beers and slices of pizza she ‘fetched’.
The guys all got blowjobs or pieces of ass or both during the night.
The girl told me it was the best night of her life – she also told me her husband fucked her three times after the foot ball game – each time they started to discuss her evening, he got an instantaneous hard-on and just took her.
Why did we agree to these rules? Because we are in control all the other days except for football days – Monday nights and Sunday. Noon to midnight on Sunday then six to midnight on Monday evening.
On Saturdays we have date night – a very nice dinner with a movie or dancing or what ever afterwards. The only rules, women must wear skirts without underwear and the guys must dress up with easily accessed dicks.
More then once I’ve been fucked from behind while I assumed the position on a wall in an alley.
The neighbors have a new routine - she just taps her ass and he takes her. Hard and however long he can last. One night she warned him of what was coming when he got home from work.
He came to visit me and I blew him twice. He was hoping to keep her going for an hour or so. He lasted for ninety minutes and she loved it. Now it’s a regular affair – I blow him until he squirts no more then she taps her ass and he fucks her until he comes. Sometimes their lights are still on around midnight.
The first football Sunday, two other girls acted as slaves. One of them thought she would like it but left after a half hour. The other girl has already made plans for the next two Sundays.
Our big dick of the group comes to a party about once a month. We girls get him hard and his girl friend puts a cock ring on him. We see how long he/we can last. One night he went three hours almost continuously.
The oldest lady of our group, 62, fucked him with her ass and he could not help himself. She won $100 from the pool the other husbands/boyfriends set up.
One Saturday night, on a bet, one of the women slid under the table at a local restaurant and the guys played musical chairs. She polished all their knobs – her words. The guys sat a waiter down but she did not take the bait.
Labor Day we all went out on a boat – once we hit the party cove we all stripped. The neighbor girl screwed two strangers at the same time while her husband sampled a girl who had just turned 18. He was her fourth cock ever – he fucked her seven or eight times that afternoon.
Last night at a sex toy party, the next door neighbor of our group member called the police because when she looked in her window she saw terrible things that had to be illegal.
The neighbor is an older lonely lifetime Baptist church member. We offered to demonstrate some of the toys for the officer - he said yes, IF we would go explain to her what was going on. We declined but told him he could come back later.
He never did. This morning the old lady told my friend she would be going to hell. My friend told her she would meet her by the front door since the old lady could not live and let live.
She said the old lady turned bright red and was choking so badly she thought the old lady was dying.
She later delivered one of the toys gift wrapped in a fancy washcloth with a big tube of lube. She put a note in saying ‘Thanks for the Order’.
She saw the lady in her garden after supper and the old biddy WAVED at my friend and had a smile on her face. She hopes the woman is senile.
So after myself and a friend were going without for months on end year after year, we now get laid at least once a day, more often several times a day.
Our husbands have watched us do just about anything they wanted and we watch our friends take care of them.
Last weekend I fucked fourteen different cocks and had three different women eat me. I could have done more but the water cop told us it was too easy to see details at night. He made us get off the water.
My last fuck was on the hood of his car. I did not fuck him – I’m not sure who did. All I know was the heat coming off the motor really relaxed me.
I have multiple orgasms EVERY time and sometimes I even squirt.
Three or four times, two guys with the biggest cocks have tried to stick said cocks in either my ass or pussy simultaneously. Twice I have passed out only to awake to a wonderful pounding of said hole.
My husband loves to watch me get abused and even more he loves telling guys to abuse me.
One night he, with a few of his friends, attacked me getting out of my car. I actually screamed and tried to fight back until I recognize one of the guys’ tattoos.
Boy did we have some explaining to do when the cops answered the neighbor’s 411 call.
Last night I blew my husband – and I used a vibrator to massage his prostrate. When I felt the first shot coming down the tubes, I held his cock straight up. His ejaculation hit the ceiling six feet above us – very HARD – it splattered over both of us.
The second shot went straight up and I tried to catch it with my mouth – it hit my chin.
The third shot he had buried his cock down my throat and was not letting me come up for air. I squirted on my freshly cleaned sheets and had to nip his cock with my teeth to get him off so that I could get some air.
Our marriage has never been stronger and I know we will grow old together.
Some days I feel like a whore or slut but when I think about it, who the fuck cares – that is so old school.
One of the couples had a divorce burning party. Before our husbands shared stories during a ball game, the couple had both spent much money with different lawyers fucking each other over.
After they left the party they stopped at a golf course for a quickie and they passed out on the 8th tee bench. One of their lawyers had to bail them out of jail.
They would have never gone to jail but she kept trying to show the officers her ‘new’ birthmark. (A little patch of pubic hair on her mound).
She pulled the cops head to her pussy using a handful of his hair and when he was trying to untangle himself, she went for his dick.
They later dropped all charges when she flirted with the judge.
We all agree that a healthy open sex life is the best medicine for whatever ails you. It has definitely worked for us.
Two weeks ago my husband brought home young girl from work. She had always wanted to try a woman – so we tried each other – we let my husband watch but he never got to touch her. He was so disappointed. We felt bad for about 1 second – we have played him for almost a month now – we went out to dinner and she teased his thigh the whole night. One night she got on her knees right in front of is face while she ate me. He tried to touch her and she slapped him
Tonight she is coming over for supper and another great night of sex with his wife. He was going to the bar but I convinced him I would give him a great show.
Actually she is – she once asked him who else he wanted to fuck at the office. She is bringing that young lady with her. ‘They’ are going to follow my orders and fuck my husband. We figure he is worth it.
We wish Momtoo would give us a real name or a post office box or some method to contact her and give her a gift of our appreciation. She says all I have to do is write her a description of my experiences.
Well here it is so far. Thanks Momtoo - you do GREAT work.
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Wood for Ships – Sep 19 2008 804 by Dani
Posted at 8:39 AMEarly morning story.
Early this morning Pops, Liz, Momtoo, Lisa and I were surfing the web, reading our email, doing homework, writing term papers or playing Ann Landers – Momtoo belongs to a group that gives advice to whomever asks – mainly sexual advice.
She got the end of a story a reader had written about her sex life following Momtoo’s advice.
Pops was watching some show he records every morning and watches later – sometimes weeks later –he has a TiVo assigned just for this program – I know, he's anal.
Anyway Liz was trying to figure out a math problem and a guy on TV commented that some girl gave him enough wood to build a ship.
Everyone had stopped all activities so it was perfectly silent (why do I use additional adjectives to describe other adjectives – because it’s my fucking blog).
Moms chuckled and asked Pops if he ever had wood like that. Pops started to answer when Liz asked what that meant.
I could see Momtoo kicking herself for making a sexual comment without thinking. She is sort of worn out.
With the kids around, we can’t be bent over for a Drive-By-Fuck or give the guys a surprise blowjob – we can’t even ‘exhibit’ without risk and we all miss ‘nudism’.
Lisa has apologized several times but it is not her fault – it is life.
Momtoo said Pops nailed her about once an hour since she has been home and Captain visited her this morning. She is worn out.
Lisa has been with Stubby at his place – they are trying to work something out or just want privacy.
Liz has been sleeping in my room with me – nothing sexual except maybe when she noticed I slept nude she tried it and liked it. I am her big sister.
We are very comfortable being naked around each other. Even B and gB are comfortable – we all get ready together in the morning after our showers – putting up each other’s hair, finding the right outfit, the right makeup (very little).
Our latest habit when gB is around is measuring her ‘new’ bra size. She will need a ‘real’ training bra before long.
She confided in me that the water training bra is dangerous. She was making out with her ‘boyfriend’ and he was squeezing her ‘boobs’ – at least he thought he was. He was so gentle she did not feel it.
The next day she wore a baggy shirt and when they started making out he touched her ‘real’ boob and she almost freaked. He wondered why she liked it the day before and not today.
She told him some times it feels good and others it doesn’t. Nobody tried to touch my boobs at 12. Wow.
So back to my story - Momtoo and Pops are both stuttering trying to form an answer when gB and B walk in.
They had heard what was said and what was asked – they were both just waking up and bG probably was on auto pilot when she said, “You know, when a guy’s penis is hard in the morning, it’s called morning wood and the rest of the time it’s just wood.
“They use wood to build ships – it takes a lot – so the guy must really get hard when he sees the girl.”
When she got all the way into the room Momtoo was staring at her. gB asked her what was wrong – Liz and B (and yes – me) were giggling hard.
Pops was trying not to laugh. Momtoo had a stern look on her face. She asked gB where she learned that – she said her step-father used to show her his morning wood and other wood. “He explained it to me”, she finished.
B said it was too bad his wood was more of a stick. gB said stick hell – a twig – Red followed them in with Fish in her arms and said “twig hell, it was a toothpick.”
At that point Pops turned to Liz and asked if she understood – she put a finger to her lips, thought for a moment and asked what a twig was.
She has perfect timing (there goes those multiple fucking ignorant unneeded adjectives again).
Momtoo reported that when she rode with Liz to school (one of us always rides with her as practice to/from school. We make her drive many different vehicles) Liz admitted she knew exactly what morning wood meant - one of the guys her Mom used to date would spend the night and bitch he could not pee with morning wood.
She told Momtoo that at least he looked like a log - a long log. Momtoo had to settle down before she could drive home, she was laughing so hard.
Liz sent Pops a text message telling him to ask Momtoo about a long log she had seen.
I forwarded the text message to Lisa and the classmates in class - we were trying not to laugh but our prof still gave us dirty looks.
Cg1 sent Pops a question - how far was the old Long Log Inn - it's a joke.
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Posts for Thursday, September 18, 2008 (archive)
Almost Back To Normal - Sep 18 2008 912 by Dani
Posted at 9:36 AMWe are almost back to normal. The classmates got back yesterday afternoon, Momtoo is on the way home now.
Mom is coming home tomorrow. Red and her kids went back home yesterday afternoon and Red is at work today.
William and DenI will be home this evening. I'm going to work after school today for just a bit.
Pops let Liz drive to school today in the fog - heh, heh - she said it was a 'great' trip - Pops said she tried to get him to crap his pants.
Wish I could have been there.
Annie, Summer, Fire and G are all coming out for supper tonight - cookout - the weather is great.
The rivers only rose ten feet and we think they have crested. Not nearly as bad as earlier this year.
Captain is back in the boathouse and Stubby moved back home - without Liz or Lisa - not sure what that is about - Liz does not know and Lisa is closed mouth.
By the way, take Marilyn Monroe's legs, Piper Peraboo's ass, Natalie's mid section, Anderson's tits and the cutest face and shoulders you can think of, put Auburn hair on top and stick your dick or tongue in me - yes ME.
I'm kidding - stick both tongue and dick in me - in EACH hole.
On that note I'm taking Cg1 to the car before class. Bye.
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Posts for Wednesday, September 17, 2008 (archive)
Eva Longoria - Sep 17 2008
Posted at 12:03 PMFor months I kept forgetting to tell you people something. I was channel surfing and saw a piece about Eva and it reminded me.
I rushed right to the computer.
Many people have asked for descriptions of the sluts, Moms, and others.
I can describe them but I always find if I tell someone Lisa resembles Eva Longoria - her nose is just a little bigger - they all see it.
Otherwise change Eva's name to Lisa in your fantasies and have fun. Remember she likes her ass fucked and abused.
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Posts for Tuesday, September 16, 2008 (archive)
Sunday Nite Surprise - Sep 16 2008 by Dani
Posted at 8:53 AMThis story was told to me indirectly by one of Adam's friends. Adam came to visit me Sunday evening after dark and his friend stayed outside while we visited - poor Adam should have stayed outside - maybe he he would have got lucky too.
Anyway, here is the story.
Adam told his friend he wanted to stop to see me - it would not take long even if he got lucky.
Adam always comes through the 2nd floor deck door so he left his friend there on the deck since Adam did not know what to expect.
His friend found one of our stump chairs. Quickly, a stump chair is a log that has a chair back and chair seat carved into it.
Think of a chair with a high back then imagine it was carved from a log.
Very comfortable and we have several facing several directions and all fastened to the deck.
They are Captain's novelty items.
Anyway the guy sat down in one of the chairs and lit a smoke. Here is his story in my words:
I had just lit a cigarette and taken a puff when someone in a bright white short robe with a hood approached from the dark, took the cigarette from me and started smoking it.
I lit another and she pulled me up to my feet. Her hair was very long but I could not see its color.
Her robe had a hood which hid her entire face in shadow. She held the cigarette in her teeth and unfastened the top of her robe and pulled it open.
Then she pulled my hands to her breasts and placed her nipples between my thumbs and index finger then squeezed them.
I got it and pinched her nipples. I started to cup her entire breast but she slapped my hand. She put my thumb and finger back in place on her nipple.
Then she reached for my pants and undid my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down.
She pushed me back into the log chair and moved her legs to either side to staddle me. I tried to cup her pussy but she slapped my hand and moved my fingers back to her nipple.
She smoked the rest of the cigarette while I pinched her tits. Each time I pinched she moaned a bit.
We each threw our smokes away and she sat on me rubbing her slit against my dick. She rubbed up and down for maybe 10 seconds then she lifted higher and before I got a good grip on her nipples she had mounted me.
She was very wet and very warm - she rode me like she was riding a horse. I was surprised. I went to grab her ass and she slapped me and came off of me.
She moved my fingers back to her nipples, slapped my hands again then sat on me in one motion burying me deep.
She fucked me hard again, like she was riding a galloping horse. I got harder and felt the back of her pussy.
Then she came and fucked me faster. It felt so good I was surprised and came. She milked me while she came again then she rested her forehead against mine.
I could not see anything but vague shadows. She pulled my smokes out of my pocket, lit each of us one and sat on my lap smoking.
I got a glimpse of her face but I would not be able to identify her - it was very dark.
She finished her smoke and stood up. I stood up and bent down to pull up my pants.
When I looked up she was gone. Just like a ghost.
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When I first heard this story I figured it was Lisa or one of the cgs. We use short white robes with hoods for the hot tub.
I asked around and no one claimed him. The mystery is, who fucked the guy. I am pretty sure it had to be one of us in the cabin. He has no details about nipple length or texture of hair - nothing. As he says his dick was being attacked - he did not pay much attention to any else.
He also did not expect her to just leave. He hopes he can do her again. A mystery,
I have no idea.
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I Hate Fall - Sep 16 2008 754 by Dani
Posted at 8:14 AMI wake up cold this morning. My windows are closed - I have not needed sheets or blankets so far but this morning around 130 I climbed into a sleeping bag.
When I woke up at 330 I was nice and toasty. Pops was up wearing long johns and Liz was in a snow suit.
What the hell happen to fall? Anyway, Mom and crew made it to Texas - not sure where.
Momtoo and the classmates have delivered five babies and sent one to the Children's Hospital in Kentucky.
They are still on emergency generators and would kill for some hot food.
DenI is somewhere in TX helping William get cell towers repaired. DenI got hit on the head with some falling debris and needed 34 stitches. Lisa thinks that a large cut. BBs is going nuts.
At least we are all getting better. Mom said she was running a fever last night but it seems to have passed.
Red is still in bed but Pops thinks she is just taking a vacation - he's going to make her get up later this morning.
I bet he plays with Fish all day again and lets Red sleep.
I got a great story to tell but it will have to wait until after class.
It'll be my first mystery.
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Posts for Monday, September 15, 2008 (archive)
Ike Sucked – Sep 15 2008 0705 by Dani
Posted at 7:20 AMI am very sorry for the last post – we had a very nice evening. But others not that far away from us suffered flooding and wind damage.
Cg1 was asked to go to southern IL to work a few shifts at a hospital whose staff were trying to cleanup or in some cases not even able to get to work.
Cg1, Cg2 and Momtoo left at 4 am. Mom is leaving with a crew from home later this morning.
I’ve seen video and pics from TX – I feel so sorry for those people.
When Lisa and I left we had to use the back way – our normal path was flooded. We noticed that both rivers were at least five feet higher then last night.
Most of the water in the yard has drained away – the boat is up out of the water – Pops said it was the best $50K he ever spent. I about crapped.
Lisa and I are in class waiting for the instructor and listening to some of the horror stories from other classmates.
Cg1 called to say they had to take four different routes before finding one open to the town then a half hour before finding someone that could get them to the hospital.
They hit the ground running – two girls were in labor and a preemie born during a severe thunderstorm was having problems.
Mom called saying William had pulled a favor from a friend and they had a private jet waiting to take them but the airport was closed so they are looking for another place to land and transportation.
On one hand I am very glad to be sitting on my ass here – but I also feel like I should be helping.
Blackmama called, she knew the office would need her today. We only had three calls about wind damage and one about flooding. She has checked the messages all day yesterday and last night. She dispatched crews on her own.
Who needs me – my people are good! – Fire and G have already inspected the damage and notified insurance companies. Damn are they good.
So all is good so far – we expect flood waters not quite as high as early this year but high enough. Pops and Captain does not think we need to move so we are staying put.
Today is supposed to be very nice – so far I have not seen the sun – that is nice to me.
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Posts for Sunday, September 14, 2008 (archive)
Great Day After Ike – Sep 14 2008 1745 by Dani
Posted at 6:02 PMToday turned out to be a great day – after 1 pm. Moms made their homemade burger patties – yum yum – the classmates brought some brats, Pops had some Polish Sausage squirreled away and Captain made shish kabob hotdogs – I know they sound terrible but were actually quite good with all the different veggies.
The kids and Pops made potato bags (sliced potatoes with butter and onions wrapped in alum foil and put right on the goals for 30 minutes). Lisa made sweet potato bags – same as potato but with butter and brown sugar – great stuff.
Pops grilled the rest of his Vandalia Onions and Captain grilled some mushrooms with green peppers.
Damn we eat good around here. Liz helped Pops make his 30 minute potato salad. G and gB made absolutely great baked beans.
When we set down to eat, the temp was 77 and the wind had died and we actually had some sun peaking out while we ate.
It was great. Many of the ole farts, as Liz calls us, even had a few beers.
So a good ending to a bad week.
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Ike is Gone – Sep 14 2008 140 by Dani
Posted at 1:48 PMThe kids say Ike was prettier on radar and satellite then in person. Captain came back to put the boat up in dry dock.
He came in for some coffee and said the rain gauge showed 6.3 inches – Pops said he emptied it at 7 am so we got lots of rain.
Liz wanted to know if we had any kites – the wind is steady and in the right direction to hold a kite up.
I noticed that Stubby had left and he came back with a dozen kites and as many spools of string. I didn’t ask but I have a feeling he had them stashed at his place.
Pops has three TVs going – Bears on one – Colts on a second and the race on the other. He is also taping something later this afternoon and is pissed he was sick last week and missed the final episode of Ice Truckers? Whatever the hell that is.
Stubby is laughing watching the kids trying to fly kites. Moms are up on the 3rd floor balcony still feeling out of it. Red is in bed still and Fish is beside me taking a nap.
The sky is much brighter and once in a while I think I can see the sun. We might be back to normal before the day is up.
The kids just came in – they are starved – that’s a good sign. I’m hungry too and Lisa just said she could eat the ass out of a dead rhinoceros. What movie did that come from. Lisa decided we would try a cook out. Simple food but lots of it.
L8r
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Sleeping In The Rain – Sep 14 2008 1015 by Dani
Posted at 10:30 AMI love sleeping in the rain and since that is all the fuck it is going to do today, then I will sleep.
Our yard is nothing but water – about two inches deep. The ground can not take any more water.
Henry called wanting permission to put his horses in with Red’s - her barn is dry – his is flooded. Red offered to go help but Henry told her to stay put, the rest of his family was sick too.
It is starting to get windy – the rain has almost stopped. Pops’ weather station says 52 MPH wind gusts.
It looks to me that both rivers are a foot or so higher but I did not get out the binoculars.
The teens are fascinated by Ike – they just ate a giant breakfast – if they are not healed, we will have a big mess in an hour or so.
I played it safe with dry toast and a little juice. I even saw Lisa walking around. B took her mother and my Moms a big tray of food so I think things might be getting back to normal.
I hope so – this past week has sucked big time.
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Hurricane is Almost Here – Sep 14 2008 520 by Dani
Posted at 5:34 AMI never thought I would type or say those words as long as I stayed north of Arkansas but Ike is almost here.
It has been raining all night, our rainwater barrels are all overflowing. One river had dropped but the other is rising.
Areal flood warnings are posted all up and down the river. (Areal flood watches are for rivers and are the same as flash flood watches for normal land – I had to look it up).
They are forecasting both rivers to crest above 26 feet by Tue morning from their current levels at 15 feet.
Up near Grannies it is already flooding and IKE is still at least two hundred miles away.
We have a high wind advisory for later today – 50 to 60 mph gusts – thanks to Ike. And a forecast of possibly 12 inches of rain.
I only have one thing to say – this fucking sucks.
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