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My mind has the tendency to wander. We’re at a party when I see this hot girl pass me by. My girl’s attached to my arm, so I covertly take a glance at her. Nice ass, great tits, average body – the sort with curves, nothing mundane – and stunning looks that would bring an ancient cock to praise the heavens.

Within seconds, I imagine this girl walking up to us and asking my girlfriend is she wants a drink. Her voice is seductive, but not masculine. There isn’t a hint of butch in the girl. Soon they’re laughing, flirtatiously pawing at each other.

“Join me in my room?” She looks at me. “He can come. He has to behave, though.”

She undresses my girl and then herself. She has me sitting in the corner literally holding my cock as I take it all in. Soon she’s convinces my girl to lap up her pussy juices. She instructs her to insert a finger.

“After tonight,” she whispers, “I’ll make you a pro.”

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“She preferred women over men,” he said, eyes looking off at the distance. “That part is true. And for the dancer story, well, she liked to screw us, but she didn’t last very long as one.”

He talks about her girlfriend and the one time he had sex with Blaspheme.

“It was a threesome at their place. I was invited there to take a tour and, well, one thing led to another and we were sprawled on the bed, both of them topless and me completely naked.

“They shared my cock, but Blaspheme took most of it in her mouth for longer periods. Man, did the little slut give good head. Soon after, I was eating out her girlfriend while she was riding my hard cock. The both of them probably made out because their sounds were muffled, but I couldn’t see. They took turns riding me, eating each other out and going down on me. It was probably the best sex I ever had at the time, or ever, actually. And when I came, Blaspheme was the one who took most of it in her mouth. I think they shared it at the end; she spat some into her girlfriend’s mouth.”

Ever since watching the first episode of Californication, I’ve wanted to fuck a nun. But a hot nun, not one of the old nasty looking women of the cloth. There’s just something promising about a young woman who is told she can never had a hard cock (or any cock for that matter) shoved deep into her wet pussy. And that she can never finger herself or inject anything foreign into her cooch, either. Sexually deprived people are the most likely to jump on someone the moment the opportunity arises. And here I thought Catholic school girls were the horniest of the bunch. Nuns, the young ones anyway and all I care for, must be fucking mad when it comes down to sucking cock, riding cock, doing all things with cock.

That’s it, I must now find a young (at least in her thirties) nun to shove my dick into.

from the journal of one E. Pittman*

I met Blaspheme at the bukkake event. Several men circled her naked body. She seemed taller when she was on her knees letting them dump their loads on her face, mouth and tits. But when she was standing next to me, she was shorter.

“Cum on my tits,” she demanded of one of the men. “You know you fucking want to cum on my tits.”

At that point, I wanted to eat her out. The taste of her pussy was just in reach. All I had to do was get up and do it. I’m sure the guys would have loved that.

“Cum inside my mouth. I wanna taste that cum.”

She was a demon. She was an angel. A vixen and a virgin. And at the end, she was covered in fresh splooge.

*E. Pittman, former stripper at a club Blaspheme frequented. After Blaspheme’s disappearance from the public eye, Pittman, who kindly asked us not to use her name, succumbed and vanished as well. Finding her was a tough act. Getting this excerpt and others wasn’t an easy job.

She gets hornier when it’s storming. She walks around with wet see through panties; her bra discarded somewhere between her room and my study. Voluptuous tits bouncing with eat step. Blond hair curtaining them.

“You think you can tear away for a moment?” she asks, sliding her hand down to her moist pussy, rubbing the clit. She takes her fingers and touches her lips until they loosen and let the slick of her cunt enters her mouth. “I’m tasting rather sexual.”

“You want a good fuck, then?” I ask, pulling off my belt. My cock is hard, jutting through my pants. “You’re gonna have to earn it.”

And like the good girl she is, this vixen at twenty-one, she complies by getting on all fours and taking my meat in her mouth.

I found her café, not my usual spot, but granted, I wasn’t feeling like my usual self. She was standing off in the corner, sipping a hot tea. She had that nonchalant air about her, so I knew that talking to her would be quite difficult. Good thing too, because I wanted to fuck her not talk about Shakespeare.

“Don’t bother,” she said, pushing me out of the way and walking toward the door. “I’m not interested.”

“I think you are,” I replied, feeling my flesh redden. Was I really that stupid?

“You think you can satisfy me?”

“I can fuck any girl and make her cum,” I said.

“I’ll take you up on that.”

She followed me out. We went back to my place where I striped her of her bitchiness and panties.” I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” I said.

“Do what you want, pussy boy,” she barked.

I slammed her hard. She took it. She took the length of my cock into her tight sweet ass.

When I was about to cum, she pushed me off, spun around and took me into her mouth. “Cum on me,” she begged. “Cum on me and I’m yours.”

College girls are hot. I know this because a half of year ago I was in college and the girls there were fucking hot. I never went to parties, though, because I was too busy focusing on my academics than picking up some extracurricular body to take up my after school time. Though, it’s not like I didn’t think about it.

Take this girl for example. She didn’t intend to get fucked and filmed when she got dressed up for the party. She didn’t even know how much she’d drink. But then the alcohol worked its way through her mind and then she – while still cognizant of what’s going on – decided that it was about time she stripped off her clothes and go down on a random stranger, thinking, “If I’m going to be a wild party girl, then I might as well go the whole nine yards (nine yards turned into nine inches, or more, but what does she know? She’s a college slut and she probably just sucks off her algebra teacher’s cock in the meanwhile).”

Damn, I miss college.

Everyone’s talking about the Verne Troyer sex tape and I’m no different. Since the first time I heard Mini Me was going to pull out his Mini Me dick and put in it a not-so-Mini-Me cunt, I had to jump all over that. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t.

Now I’m not sure what the big hoo-hah is with the celebrity sex tape – I remember being one of the first people in my clique who watched the Paris Hilton sex clip and was more intrigued by the way her eyes looked in night vision than her performance of a fellatio on her lover’s cock (which, by the way, is the star of the whole movie, not Paris, despite how gay that may sound). But Verne Troyer? Really? That guy gets laid? I don’t want to be the sort of person who just assumes the little guy doesn’t get any pussy, but seriously?! What the fuck?!

I’m sure E!’s all over this and a Verne Troyer reality series is now in the works. Because isn’t that how most of E!’s reality shows get started? With a sex tape?

This is how I imagine the sex tape to look like. Enjoy:

I had a hard time cumming when someone was blowing me in the past. Perhaps it was anxiety, or just the fact most of the girls that blew me were bad at it. However, the first girl who made me cum was special. She didn’t even stop when I began. After I had stopped, she continued, swallowing each glob of my spunk.

The girls I fuck now aren’t like that. Most of them are so against cumming on them in their mouths. It’s a shame really, because it’s sort of the afterglow of the whole blow job. I’m not thinking hopping off someone’s luscious body and blowing my load on her face, tits, ass, mouth, or what not, but during a blow job, I really wish they’d get over it.

“You’ve never been down on your knees before begging for money,” she said, to which I smirk because of her stance. She’s about to go down on me.

I picked her up at the corner. On the drive over, she told me about all the famous people she’s fucked and sucked and yet she’s still working as a street walker. She’s one of those young girls who come out west to become a star – only she said her special talent was being fucked three ways from Sunday, so she came here to revolutionize the porn industry. Fat chance, I thought to myself as she’s going at cock.

Normally, I don’t pay for sex and this experience wasn’t any different.

“You see,” I said, “I’m a director for a minor porn studio. You could use us as a stepping stone.”