You want me to do what? - Sex Stories

You want me to do what?

... that despite nick-naming the experience as, 'getting a boner' there is no hard structure involved in getting an erection. The swelling is caused by the injection of bl**d. Now here's my logic. You don't actually produce extra bl**d to pump into your fun handle so it's got to take it from elsewhere within the body. Likewise we all know that without oxygen the brain can't function properly. How does the oxygen get to the brain? In the bl**d of course. Therefore with copious amounts bl**d going South that's got to reduce the amount available to go North. Less bl**d means less oxygen. Less oxygen means the brain doesn't work properly. Ergo, allowing other parts of the body make the decisions which seem more fun for them. In fact I wasn't even consciously responsible when I placed a hand on the back of Jeanette's head to enable my cock to slip further down her throat. There are only two things which would have allowed my selfish organ to let me move from that spot. One would have been ejaculation deep into Jeanette's mouth. The second, and what actually happened, was that as soon as she had encouraged the appropriate amount of boldness into my previously limp appendage Jeanette just as expertly flipped me back into my shorts and taking me by the hand, led me down into the lionesses den. A huge whoop and jeers of, 'Sexy, sexy' went up as Jeanette and I entered the large living room. With music blaring we strut our stuff around the room among about a dozen women. I'd though that ...

... Helen had overdressed with her short, tight dress and 6&#034 black heels but all of the women appeared to have dressed in their sexiest outfits. My wife was clapping and jeering along with the best and when one of the other bolder, (or possibly d***ker) women made a grab for my ass Helen nigh on choked on her drink with laughter. After a couple of tours around the room so everyone could see the merchandise, (I was beginning to think that was me) Ali and I waltzed out and back up stairs. For the rest of the evening it was a circuit of change, (usually into something skimpier than the last outfit) and back downstairs to showcase our stuff and show the ladies what they or the love of their life would look like if they just bought the various products. Taking my lead again from Jeanette, and my wife's total disdain of my attempts at being a hunk, I too was becoming bolder and thrusting my crotch provocatively towards the screaming women. When one hot lady of about 30 years old in a very short red dress stood up, turned and push her pert bottom out at me it just seemed natural that I fake sex with her by grabbing her hips and pretending to thrust into her from behind and grinding my groin against her ass. The more the other women shouted encouragement, the more she played along by gyrating around and pretending to get huge pleasure from the experience by throwing her head around and screaming, 'yes, yes, deeper, deeper.' After a few seconds of this she reached back and pulled her ...