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theme of a-nation '03
I remember the summer festivals I had often been to
Where we held fast each other's hand not to be separated
Everything was shining, nothing to fear
And I was pursuing nothing but the beautiful dreams
The passing wind is so soft somehow
That tears are running down my cheeks
Memories are sweet because we passed through the time
However sad now, we can talk about it with a smile some day
There was something I lost while I was growing up
But see, I have my dearest person now
The passing wind was so soft somehow
I will love you at this time tomorrow
Please treasure time, not to regret later, as it's irreplaceable
Please don't forget, however much we pray later, we can never get back this time
ROMAJI:
theme of a-nation '03
Mukashi ni yoku itta natsumatsuri o oboeteru
Hagurete shimawanu yooni shikkari te o nigitte ita
Nanimokamo ga kagayaite kowai mono nante nakute
Utsukushii yume dake o otte ita ano koro
Toorinuketa kaze ga nandaka yasashisugite
koraekirezu namida ga hoo o tsutatte iru
Natsukashiku omoeru nowa toorisugite shimatta kara
Donnani kanashikute mo itsuka wa waratte hanaseru
Otona ni naru sono tochuu ushinatta mono mo atta
Dakedo ima kakegae no nai hito ga hora iru
Toorinuketa kaze ga nandaka yasashikatta
Ashita no imagoro mo anata o aishite iru
Taisetsu ni shite ne kuyamu koto nai yoo ni toki wa kakegae no nai mono dakara
Wasurenai de ne donnani inotte mitemo ima wa moo nidoto kaeranai kara
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reality
Pauine came after a night of heavy drinking at a party with her friends. She lived with a friend, who was named Johnny. Johnny was a horny pervert. So he fucked her alright
he fucked her
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the eyes
Sally sat there, her head pressed against the eye testing equipment, answering the simple and precise questions. God she thought, what a sexy voice he had, she could listen it to all day. In fact that was exactly why she was here, sitting in a chair, having an eye examination. She didn’t need the eye test; she had made up the thing about her eyes hurting and the headaches. You see, James, had been her family’s optician since she was about 14, when he replaced old man Thomas. When she had first set eyes upon him, the new optician, James, she thought she was going to die because her heart was beating that fast and self as if she was going burst into flame from blushing. Not only was he young, well, in his 30’s, but he was so beautiful, you know in a rugged handsome hunky sort of way, and his voice, it could melt butter, and certainly made her melt. It was all she could do to concentrate on what he was saying.
Since that first appointment, she had practically melted into a pool of sweaty nervous teenage desire at the mere thought of an eye test, let alone actually having to be there physically. It was soon after her first appointment with him that she had started masturbating, and always, it was him, just endless fantasies of him.
Later, as she got older, she started wearing more revealing clothes and trying to signal her desire to him. But always, he was very calm and cool, and seemed to completely fail to notice her. Sometimes her frustration and heartache felt like it would kill her. As she neared her 18th this frustration and desperation grew stronger and her last visit was just such a nightmare, she was almost crying, and made a complete fool of herself. No wonder he hadn’t shown any interest, after all he probably thought she was just a silly stupid child making calf’s eyes at him.
But here she was again, in the chair, looking through the eye thing, nervous, scared, but excited. She had made up a story about her eyes hurting and her vision going blurred and booked an appointment. She put on her shortest denim skirt, and her tightest thinnest top, without a bra, not that she ever really needed one. While quite small, her breasts were well formed and very pert. She always noticed men and boys looking, which sometimes could be annoying, but then again, sometimes not, but then the one person she really wanted to notice, never seemed too. She hadn’t the nerve to not wear panties, so she had chosen a nice pair of white ones, not too skimpy, but not exactly large either.
A movement brought Sally back to the present, something had brushed her knee, or had she imagined it. Oh my god she thought. A shiver ran up her body, as she realised that it was a hand. A hand was resting lightly on her knee. Yet, at the same time, the man whose hand it was, continued to ask her questions, what was her diet like, was there any history of eye problems in his cool calm voice. Then the hand moved down and inside her thigh, and started moving inwards. This can’t be happening she thought, part of her was terrified, yet also very excited, she could barely breathe, and her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest.
His hand continued to advance up her inner thigh, still talking to her about her eyes, and adjusting the thing on her face, and asking if that made any difference. The hand paused, just below her panty line, she held her breath, and then, it brushed across her already damp panties. She almost jumped out of the chair.
“Are you ok Sally” he asked?
Her mouth was so dry she could barely mumble a reply and nodded her head.
Again his hand moved against her, but this time the hand touch her panties and stayed there. For a second her thighs closed involuntary, gently squeezing the hand, she tried to relax and let them open, a little wider this time, desperate to tell him she wanted this, but unable to speak. The hand began to move, stroking the front of her damp panties. While this was happening, he continued with the eye examination, but It was becoming almost impossible to focus on anything other than the hand between her legs and the sensations that were flowing from them, she felt that she was melting as the heat between her legs grew and spread up through her belly.
The hand increased the pressure that was being applied to the front of her panties, increasing the wave of warm wet tingling radiating from between her legs. She hadn’t noticed, but he was no longer saying anything, but watching her face as he continued to rube and stroked her now very wet panties. Then, almost without pause, his fingers hooked her panties to one side, and began to assault her exposed wet pussy. She let out a groan as his probing fingers explored her wet pussy, brushing over the wet love petals, and reaching the rose bud of the clit. As soon as his fingers touched her rosebud, it sent a sensation like an electric shock through body, her thighs closed upon the invading hand and its arm. But far from trying to push the hand away, her own hands came up and gripped it, pulling the arm, forcing his hand hard against her rosebud. She shook as the excitement and sensation became too much and exploded into an orgasm. He continued to probe her rosebud, at the same time pushing her shaking body back against the chair.
Slowly she came back to her senses. Looking up at him, standing over her, while he still fingered her, she tried to her cover exposed thighs, but he gently slapped her hands away.
“I don’t think so young lady; we are far from finished with this examination.”
With that comment, he turned the chair and pulled first one leg up onto the arm of the chair, followed by the other, and then gripping both thighs, pushed them back, spreading her wide open, the light glistening of her wet pussy.
“What are you going to do me?” she asked in a scared “little girl out of her depth” whisper.
He remained silent and just stood over, gazing down on her. How many times had he fantasised about this, all those times this little slut had sat in that chair teasing him, tempting him into destroying his life, dressed like a slut, and now, at last, here she was. He stood savouring the sight before him, enjoying the mix of lust and fear in her young face, that clearly said to him that part of her wanted to run away and cry rape, yet part of her so wanted this.
Without a word he knelt down in front of her, and ran his hands down her thighs, pausing for a second, and holding her gaze. Then he stroked his thumbs over her love petals, and again. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes for a second before opening them again. He lifted one thumb up to her tiny erect rosebud, he had never seen one quite like it, just like a tiny little penis. He gently flicked it, and then pressed his thumb against it. She jerked her thighs forward at his touch. He smiled.
“I think we can get these out of the way” he said, reaching down the sides of her thighs and he gripped the thin straps of her panties and with a firm, shape tug, and a cry from Sally, he ripped her panties and pulled them away from her thighs. Tossing them to one side, he ran his hand up and down her bare thighs and then back down to her naked and smooth pussy, hmmm he thought the little minx must wax. He gently let his fingers brush over her wet love petals and continued to do this for a while, gently teasing her rosebud with his thumb, while the other hand stroked up and down over her pussy petals. He breathed the thick aroma rising up from her pussy. His mouth began to water has he sucked in her sweet smell, slowly he began lower his head down between her thighs.
Meanwhile outside in the reception, Jane, as soon as she realised what was happening had acted. She had watched his hand rest on that slut’s knee on the CCTV screen. Transfixed, she watched as the hand advance up the girl’s leg. As soon as she was certain that the slut wasn’t going to panic or resist, she reached for the phone, and began to contact the last of the days appointments, telling them that the optrometrist had had an emergency and they would have reschedule their appointments. All the while, her eyes continued to watch the screen. She saw the slut tense up and realised that the hand must be touching her pussy. When she put the phone down, she rushed over to the door and flipped the close sign over, and locked the door. Returning behind the counter, she swiftly pulled her panties off, and resuming her seat, spread her thighs. She was already very wet and it had taken all her self control while she was making the telephone calls not to start wanking. Now she could focus on what was happening on the screen. He had now pushed the girl back against the examination chair and had spread the sluts thighs open. She let out a gasp as he ripped her knickers of. The quality of the picture was too poor to show any real detail but it was enough, enough to see that cock teasing minx finally getting what she had been gagging for all these years. Being bisexual, it had been hard watching her strut in here over the years, each time dressing a little sexier and slutier, and not being able to touch. Her feelings where heightened knowing that James must have been going through the same emotional conflict. She used both hands on herself; fingering her sopping wet cunt with one hand, while caressing her clit with the other.
Back in the examination room, Sally watched in fascination has James began to lower his head down between her thighs, his eyes locked with hers. She held her breath, as he hovered over her wet pussy; the gentle feeling of his breath was driving her wild. And then, he kissed her wet pussy lips. She arched her back and her hands griped the arm rests as her she threw back her head and her breath exploded out in a load gasp. Again he kissed her, this time her rosebud, and then her love petals again and again. Each kiss sending a shock wave through
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surprize
Sandy was a beautiful, 32-year-old, real-estate agent in Atlanta, Georgia. She was about 5'6" tall, and weighed approximately 125 pounds. She had deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and an infectious smile. Her beauty and friendly manner had helped in making Sandy a very successful real-estate agent. Though she had inherited a great deal of money from her family, Sandy also worked very hard. She had struggled her way to the top of one of the largest real-estate agencies in central Georgia.
Her inheritance and position as the agency’s top producer had allowed Sandy to acquire, at a young age, some nice rewards for her hard work. She lived in a large, two story, anti-bellum style house in one of Atlanta’s upscale suburbs. It sat on nearly four acres of well tended land and included a multi-car garage, pool, and tennis court.
Even though Sandy was smart, attractive, and friendly, she was still single. She frequently complained to her friends about her dates. She claimed most of the men she dated acted more like the bankers or stock brokers they were rather than real, take charge, men. Her dates usually ended more like business discussions about real-estate and other investments than being romantic evenings. What she wanted was a man who would treat her like the young, sexy, woman she was. Unfortunately, the "real men" she was attracted to seemed to be intimidated by her success.
The maintenance of Sandy's house and grounds was tended to by two young men who worked full time for her. Rick, and his teenaged assistant Billy, kept the place looking and working great. Tanya, Sandy’s maid, kept the house immaculate. Sandy paid them well, and treated them more as friends than employees. So, they did their best to keep Sandy’s house and grounds in top shape.
Rick was about 25-years-old with dark, closely cropped, hair. He stood about 6'0", had a muscular build, and deep tan. His solid build and tan were the result many hours of hard yard work. He was just the kind of man Sandy fantasized about. Rick was as infatuated with Sandy as she was with him. It was too bad he never had the nerve to ask her out. After all, one doesn't date the boss.
The Atlanta locals frequently call their home town, Hot-lanta. The nick-name is well deserved. Summer temperatures frequently hover in the upper 80s and lower 90s with humidity percentages to match. On hot days like that, when she could get away from the office, Sandy often enjoyed sipping a cold glass of iced tea on her balcony while watching Rick work near her pool or tennis court.
It had been one of those hot, sticky, afternoons so common in late August in the South. A prospective home buyer had cancelled an appointment, and Sandy had gotten home a little earlier than usual. Tanya was out shopping for dinner, so Sandy had the house to herself. She had been home just long enough to fix a tall glass of tea before heading for a cooling shower.
As she climbed the stairs, she hoped she could catch a glimpse of Rick before getting in the shower. Entering her room, Sandy took a sip of tea and glanced out the window.
Sure enough, Rick was hard at work pressure washing the tennis court. His shirt hung on one of the net support poles. As he swept the pressure washer’s nozzle back and forth across the court, Rick's muscled back rippled and glistened in the sun. Rick enjoyed his work, and he almost seemed to be dancing to whatever tune was coming from his Walkman earphones.
Since her windows were covered by reflective film, Sandy knew neither Rick, nor anyone else, could see her. She sat her tea on the near-by night stand, kicked off her shoes, and began removing her clothing. As she watched Rick, Sandy began to sway to a slow, unheard, musical rhythm that played in her head for her alone.
She slowly unfastened the buttons down the front of her dress. She gently slid it off her shoulders, and down her arms. With a little wiggle of her nicely rounded ass, the dress fell to the floor around Sandy’s feet. She stepped out of the dress and began pushing her pantihose off her shapely hips. Without taking her eyes off Rick, she bent at the waist and slid her hands down the outside of her smooth legs as she pushed the pantihose down and off her feet.
If only he knew of the strip tease Sandy was secretly doing just for him.
Sandy slowly stood up and slightly spread her legs. Her hands slid up the inside of her legs and trailed, oh so lightly, over her panty covered love lips. A wet spot had begun to appear on her panties. In the back of her mind, she noted the need for a shave. She unhooked the clasp of her front closing bra and released her firm c-cup breasts. Even at 32, there was not a sign of sag in her natural breasts. She cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed. Her nipples were already hard, and Sandy gave them a little pinch. A soft moan escaped Sandy's throat.
With a longing sigh, Sandy turned from her window and headed to the shower. She dropped the panties along the way.
About that time, Tanya returned from her shopping trip. Since Sandy had parked in the garage, Tanya didn’t realize her employer was already home. As she put the groceries away, Tanya noticed Rick working at the tennis court. Only then did she remember the leaky faucet in the shower of the master bath.
Tanya was a little irritated with herself. She should have reported the bathroom leak much earlier that day. Tanya called Rick into the house and told him about the leak. Realizing Sandy was due home soon, both Tanya and Rick wanted to have the leak fixed before she arrived. So, Rick quickly retrieved his tools and rushed up to the master bath.
Sandy, in the mean time, had finished washing herself and had turned the water temperature down to enjoy the cool spray on her body. With her eyes closed, her head thrown back, Sandy quietly let the water cool and relax her.
With the Walkman still playing in his ears, Rick didn’t hear the water running as he entered the master bath. When Rick threw open the shower door, he, and Sandy, were frozen with shock.
Rick tried to speak, but all he could stammer was, "I uh, I uh, I uh, uh." He stood without moving. All he could do was stare. He had seen Sandy in a modest two-piece bathing suit. He knew she was a beautiful woman. But here she was, standing in front of him, completely naked. Rick couldn't help himself. He was captivated by Sandy's beauty. She stood before him with her hands clinched at her sides, while sparkling droplets of water gave her entire body a silvery luster. Her breasts proudly standing firm, a drop of water hanging from each prominent nipple. And, and, and, she was shaved! There was no hair on her pubic mound. None!
Sandy was just as shocked as Rick. When Rick had suddenly opened her shower door, she too had frozen. Though she had fantasized many times about Rick, she certainly had not expected him to suddenly appear as she stood naked in her shower. She thought to herself, 'his chest was nicely developed.'
As Sandy began to come out of her shock, she scanned Rick. His muscled chest, firm flat belly, and strong arms appealed to her. And, was that an erection beginning to bulge in his jeans.
A smile began to creep across Sandy’s face.
"I I I’mmm s s so sorry, Sandy." Rick stammered, as he began to back out of the bathroom.
Seizing the moment, Sandy said, "It’s alright, Rick."
Then a wicked thought found its way into Sandy’s mind. "Please, don’t go. Since you’re already here, and you’ve already seem me naked, would you mind washing my back? It’s so hard to reach back there." Sandy said, holding out her wash cloth to Rick.
Without a word, and shaking like a leaf in the wind, Rick reached out and took the cloth. As Rick soaped up the cloth, Sandy turned her back to him.
Sandy’s ass, like her breasts, was round and very firm.
Tentatively, Rick began washing Sandy’s back. He slowly worked the cloth in small circles in the middle of Sandy’s back.
Sandy gave a soft groan and leaned back toward Rick. The circles gradually widened until he was completely covering her back.
Then, without warning, Sandy turn to face Rick. Rick found his hand with the soapy cloth pressed between Sandy’s breasts. He again seemed to freeze.
"Don’t stop now." Sandy cooed. "You always finish your other jobs. So, finish this one." Sandy had regained control, at least of her self.
Rick resumed washing Sandy. Only now, he was beginning to relax and get into her tits, er, the job at hand. He thoroughly washed Sandy’s shoulders, smooth flat belly, and both firm tits.
Sandy moaned her approval. Her moans grew a little louder when Rick gently pinched each nipple. Sandy was only slightly disappointed when Rick stopped without washing her pussy and ass.
With a broad smile, Sandy said, "It’s your turn now. Why don’t you undress and get in here with me?"
Rick was still hesitant about taking such liberties with his boss, even if she was beautiful and willing. Rick asked, "Are you sure?"
Rick’s smile was nearly as broad as Sandy’s when she said, "Drop those damn pants, and get in here. You’ve been working all day and need a shower." Sandy hadn't gotten to be the lead agent at the agency without being in control under stressful circumstances.
"Yes, Mamme." Rick quickly shed his shoes, socks, and pants. He wore no underwear.
Sandy’s eyes widened when she saw what had caused the bulge in Rick’s jeans. She hadn’t been a virgin for a long time, but she hadn’t been with a great many men, either. The object in front of her was bigger than any piece of man-meat she had ever seen.
Rick’s cock was a little o
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what
As usual she was dressed to thrill, even when exercising. She was wearing a sport bra and nice tights pants. I noticed her looking me over and I took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with her. I was at least 15 years younger than her but when I mentioned that I was making really good money at my job I saw her interest perk up. We were getting close to finishing up and she asked if she could come by and have a drink later at my apartment, I figured what the hell.
About an hour later she knocked at my door and again she was looking damn hot, wearing a blouse and short skirt. The blouse was unbuttoned enough to show off her ample cleavage. We had a couple of drinks and of course this led to some heavy petting and kissing but when I attempted to go for the kill she stopped me and said that she wasn’t that kind of woman and we would have to get to know each other better first. What the hell, I thought, what a damn dick tease, she had me hard enough to cut diamonds and then she was going to stop. I guess this made me snap or something because as she attempted to get up I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down to the couch. I was going to teach this dick tease a lesson.
I grabbed her blouse and in one quick movement ripped it open, her bra barely holding her big tits in. She started to scream and I quickly covered her mouth and whispered in her ear that no one would hear except my neighbors, which happened to be a couple of guys who I would just invite over if she didn’t behave. I could see the fear in her eyes and that only fueled my hunger. I pulled her bra down and let it push up her tits, god they looked good. I lowered my head to each nipple and sucked on them feeling them harden. I knew she would like it but I was just getting started, I slapped both of her fat titties with my open palm leaving a red print on them. She cried out in pain but her nipples got harder, she was enjoying it. I stood up and pulled out my hard cock, eight inches and thick, her eyes got big as I grabbed her head and forced it between her lips. I slammed it in to the hilt and she gagged, her hands pushing on my hips to get out. I looked down at her and told her “milk that cock dry you cock tease”. I pulled out to the tip but rammed it in again, wrapping my hand in her hair I kept in buried in her mouth as she gagged and struggled to get loose. I noticed her eyes roll back in her head as she passed out from choking on my cock so I pulled out and made sure she was okay. I slapped her tits again and she opened her eyes crying out in pain but not for long as I forced my cock deep once again. Tears mixed with spit as I worked my cock in and out of her mouth, gagging her with each thrust but after ten minutes I felt my the cum start to rise, so I buried in deep in her mouth as my cum shot out into her throat. I pulled out but told the cock hungry slut to lick it clean.
She slumped over on the couch but I told we were far from through yet. I reached down and ripped her skirt off. To my surprise her panties were wet as grabbed them and pulled them off too. I slipped a finger into her hot cunt and she reflexively moved her hips up to meet my hand. I smiled as I told her that her pussy would be last, her eyes once again widened as she realized what I meant. She cried out that no one had ever been there before and I laughed as I simply said good, it would be nice and tight then. I flipped her over and used her pussy juices to lube up her opening. I moved the tip of cock to her tight ass as she wriggled to get away but I had her pushed face down into the couch so she couldn’t get away. I worked the tip in, man was it tight but with some persuasion I worked a couple of more inches in as her muffled scream only fueled my lust further. Finally I had it in to the hilt and she was milking me just by trying to get away but the more she struggled the more I knew I had to teach this bitch a lesson. I then began unmercifully pounding her virgin ass, pulling almost all the way out then driving it back to the base hard. It only took a few minutes and my cock began to pulse as I emptied it into her ass. As I pulled out she moaned and rolled over to her side her eyes filled with tears. I told her to lick my cock clean once again and she complied with a hunger that surprised even me. Within minutes I was once again hard.
I rolled her to her stomach once again as began my brutal assault on her pussy this time. She was wet with anticipation and my cock easily slipped in as I drove it in with one thrust. She moaned as I pounded her from behind and slapped her ass with my hand until it was rosy red. My third load quickly began to build as I pulled out and forced my rod between her waiting lips, filling her mouth with yet another load of cum.
I went in to take a shower and when I came out she was still laying on the couch. She asked if she could borrow some clothes to get back to her apartment so I threw her an old T-shirt and some gym shorts. I told her I wanted them back tomorrow and I would collect interest then as well, she nodded her head and I knew she would be back again and again.
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