Wank Club!

[Schwenck]

Originally Posted by albertwll

silk panties wrapped round my cock stroking to her big tits oh yes

Stroking with silk panties - sounds absolutely delicious - bound to get a fantastic cum.

[seldomseen]

Superb selection of lovely mixed babes

[bjcb0]

Originally Posted by seldomseen

Superb selection of lovely mixed babes

Thanks for these. There is a suggestion of Holly Grainger in those two, so here is the beautiful woman herself:

[Mal Hombre]

Originally Posted by MC Escort luv

The last girl is the delicious Sarah Louise Young, porn star extraordinaire

The last girl is Christy Canyon,Those are real tits...

[profvolup]

I had a request (I'll let the stud out himself if he so desires it to be known) for a post, possibly a story, of Polish Supermodel Iga "Eve" Wyrwal. The funniest thing is ... I didn't know where to begin. I also didn't want to spend a full week on this either, so my apologies as this isn't my 'best work,' just very quick.


Self-inflection (or is that self-infliction?)

It wasn't a problem of her not being a wank target, far from it! At one point, at least for 2 months, she was my favorite British glamour model. So I had wanked a crapload over her, definitely pushing a 'gallon club' model. But it had been so long since I thought about her. And sadly enough, that is the case here in 'The Club' as well ...

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As quentim alluded, Mikey was a legacy here. In fact, I think the last time I choked it out uncontrollably to Iga, it was with Mikey. I cannot seem to find Mikey's post. The only other post we have is just 2 pic Iga start of a longer post and associated prose from our mad man of magazine, caboosier, on UK glamour. I swear cab-man was born 2 decades too late, and would have run one hell of a '70s+ periodical I would have subscribed to.

Now I'm clearly more of a redheaded Iga lover, as in quentim's post. I know many of you adore Iga's major career in major mags, when she was a blonde, as in caboosier's 2 pics. And it was in my research, and sat back and realized why.

My bachelor's is in engineering, not exactly a woman's major in the '90s, much less earlier. Even worse, even my field was less populated by women than, say, civil, environmental or, the more woman-heavy, industrial aka general engineering or engineering management (especially in post-graduate). I'll try to be brief in this self-inflection.

And that's when I remember this unreal, redheaded woman who was a year behind me, that I happened to have in my statics (that's first semester engineering mechanics, not statistics) class. I also saw her in an environmental engineering course. I had to work ... hard ... for my B grades. Only when I got into my field, did I make 'A's,' other than a rare 'D' by an instructor who didn't believe in 'A's' ... or a curve for that matter. But she ... she was a brain. 1-2 engineering students out of a class are those type we hate, not literally, but dislike ... because they don't have to study much.

In engineering, you have homework not so much to "turn in," but freak'n learn, so you freak'n do it. You are looking at something, with no equations, and deriving the equations to explain what is that is desired to be known. Even though there are engineering references, and most instructors even photocopy many pages for one to use during an exam, you have to know what to look for, start building series of equations to explain the interactions desired, and the reference is mainly for simplifying. We can logically think through things, but there are those people who can 'see patterns' and get there faster than us, and memorize a lot of shortcuts that we have to either derive (long) or use references for (shorter, if we know what we're looking for).

Early on, she clearly didn't like study groups. Guys would flirt with her. She was curvy, but fit, with a C+ cup rack, sweet as hell, and she literally 'rolled with the advances.' It's the one reason I never flirted with her, like a lot of the most popular when in any class, much more when she was only one of two or three women. So she did study with me, and it helped she was in the sorority that had a few boyfriends that my fraternity also did. So she was available to study with, and she never minded me studying with her, because I didn't flirt.

I could also tell she enjoyed 'knowing more than me,' and I didn't 'play it up' either ... I was humble, honest, kept it 'neck-up.' Don't get me wrong, I was fit, in-shape (3 sport varsity athlete in HS), but no way was I 'in her league.' Sure, I was probably more attractive than most engineering majors, more fit than the great majority of them, but still. I saw the guys she dated, usually not engineering majors. And it's probably best I didn't get to see her more than 2 semesters ... or at least I tell myself that.

So it clicked, as I was thinking this weekend. She looked a lot like redheaded, early career, Iga. I've always preferred brunettes and select redheads can knock me dead. And so, I decided this made the perfect segue and story. Hope you agree, especially if you love brilliant, brain and busty women. I'm married to one as well.

Also, further apologies in advance if my American lingo doesn't match up well with British, let alone Polish, and other cultures and customs, in this fantasy.


Winter Reunions

Prof joked and called them 'reunions.' Sometimes his Alma Mater would call him up, asking him to come speak to some of the graduating seniors, 5th or even 6th year seniors ... especially as he took 5 years himself. It was the end of the fall semester, so students should be lining up jobs after graduation, if they didn't have any already. And there was the reality that independent consultation was not only already commonplace in engineering, but become an earlier fact of life, often with someone else taking a cut, especially for those seeking licensure.

They had his name from his annual donations, 4 figures to the college, 4 figures to athletics, every year, far more than it actually cost him to go to college, which didn't make too much sense. But he felt that obligation to 'give back,' and did. He was also involved with student activities, including coordinating the various engineering clubs, and had kept-in-touch with some other people over the years. In reality, he saw them tailgating at the few games he could get away from travel to make, more than anything engineering related, you tagging along a few times, just because you had nothing else to do that weekend. Prof said most of them were in such different fields, they rarely saw one another.

So when the student assistant was reading off the names involved, he started to recognize them, and figured it would be one to make. And there was a social evening component to the event, largely among those who attended and mentored. So it was a good timeto talk 'more business' than he did at games about the games and player stats. Coincidentally he had already made his decision, before another name hit him in the list.

He knew her name, but it wasn't her public name any more. A sweet, curvy, but sexy-fit and beautiful redhead with Polish parents that he said he studied with a couple of semesters. She knew he liked her, but respected the fact that he 'kept it professional.' And as he would call you about later, he also knew her secret.

During college, guys would think they were 'buttering her up' when they told her 'you should be a model.' Oh, it had the opposite effect ... always. Oh yeah, she had the body to be a model, especially outside the Franco-American skeletal world, and into the real fashions, let alone the Commonwealth idea of a 'curvy model.' Both you and he had wanked a crapload to 'Mayfair' and other magazines in your youth, and she was perfect. Her red-fire topping only added to the flair of her smile, and her pouts were sexy as hell. But the body ... oh yeah, perfection. But he never let himself think like that once he and she were peers.

But she had become one, and under her new, stage name ... Iga. And he said, one time when you had both seen her in magazine and he had mentioned he went to college with her, he had to shake his head when he thought about it ... the last thing she said she'd ever be.

And that's when Prof called you up, because he knew about your insatiable desire for Iga ... even more than his, not that it was that much less. "You wanna met Iga?" his question was more rhetorical. He told you that you'd have to play the role as his employee, someone 'changing fields,' and so forth. Basically, you'd be 'bored' for most of the day ... until the evening event that was informal and completely social. He also told you to not 'play it too hard,' because you'd be messing with my name, what she thought of it.

He went through how she and he never dated, didn't know each other more than maybe a year, and that was really that. It was professional ... other than one time she 'had too much' at a fraternity party, but he 'didn't take advantage.' "I let her have her fun just 'sprawled out' on a couch at the house. But once nipples were exposed, and the pubic and even vulva were showing through her panties, I knew it was time to get her home, before she had to 'explain things' the next day," he said.



He was already of the #metoo type, decades before #metoo, which the other, fraternity brothers hated ... especially the ones she wouldn't study with. They already didn't like the fact that he had to work nearly a full-time job to pay for my even public university education, but he didn't drink, and made sure everyone 'got home.' It strained the friendship with a few brothers there, yet he remained on the wall for his class ... despite their objections.

He was that literal guy that said, "She wouldn't sleep with you when she was sober, so ..." Today that's common, but when he was in college, it wasn't. And that night he made sure she got home, once she slipped for the third time, and was starting to slur a bit too much. Some called him stupid, especially back then. But that was him, not just today, but back then too.


Moving In

You were Prof's plus-one.

The locals just had their wives come for the evening event, but those spouses that traveled were either out shopping or visiting sites with the family, or possibly there, bored out of their minds, during the daytime event. A few were actually engineers or working in technology as well, which let them participate in various ways. Prof had a home close to his Alma Mater, which he bought right out of school as he had a local job already. He now rented it out to professors, among others. Since it was now the start of the Christmas break, they were gone. So you had the option of staying at the house during the day.

But you couldn't wait to see Iga. Unfortunately, it was a bit before you even got close, as the mentors broke into different rooms. In the meantime, you thought of flirting with a few of the bored, female plus-ones, but then thought not, given they were likely 'already taken.' Besides, Iga was the prize ... and single. And she didn't bring a plus-one.

It wasn't even a hour into the day that some of the guys had 'identified' her. One even pulled up a picture of her topless, on his phone. Prof had to immediately bark, "She's our peer professional. I don't care what she does in her spare time. Besides, she's on the other side of the Atlantic now, where there's not as much BS about this. No more." Everyone heeded, especially in this day'n age.

Now someone would eventually bring it up, a student, and she just smiled. "Yes, I took some other work in my 20s, but as I'm a mother and in my 30s now, I cannot keep doing that forever. And I've been returning back to the field I originally worked in and was educated for," she then redirected from that one student. "And that's what I'm here to talk to you about today, whether you're 22 or 32, your pre-license years ..." She handled it quite gracefully, not shying from it. No one brought it up again.

Soon most of those afternoon activities were over with the engineering seniors. While everyone was retiring to a nearby establishment completely reserved for the event, you had trouble finding Prof. Sure enough, his last session had 'run over,' as he was very winded, but did have great engagement with the students. You stood back in the shadows, and looked at your watch a few times. Prof ignored you. With each passing moment, you worried Iga would be otherwise 'wisked away' by another, single stud.

After all, this was your best chance, as most of the engineers at the social would already have a plus-one, let alone wouldn't be that good looking.

Finally he broke, and in response to your thinly veiled contempt, he just said, before you could even bark, "We've got all night ... trust me."

You made it to the establishment, and in your impatience, he decided to let you out of his bar. It would be a bit while Prof parked the car. The lot wasn't exactly the most well designed, and shared with other establishments, totally full. As you walked around back to the bar, hoping that no one had retired for dinner yet, it was hard not to stare as you caught her ordering a beer from the open bar. She took the bottle straight, no glass, and started to drink. Looking across the room, she saw you, and her hazel eyes soon locked into yours.



Pulling the beer bottle back from her lips, she smiled. But just when you wondered how to approach her, she made it easy. She walked towards you. You climbed the last few steps so you were on the deck, as she approached you.

"I don't remember you," she immediately asserted, "so you're either from a block of other years ... or you're intruding on a private party."

You played it cool, "Oh, I was there--"

"I'm just playing with you," she giggled, "I saw you in the back. Frankly, I've been 'hit on' so much by guys that are already 'tied down' here, I'm starting to wonder just what I was thinking in coming here. And, you're the best looking 'option' right now if I'm going to flirt, so I hope you don't mind me coming over."

"I aim to please," is all you could muster. Damn she was forward, and assertive. But Prof was right to 'delay' the arrival. She was likely 'hounded' early ... and often, even by married guys.

But that's when she took another sip directly from the bottle, while giving you the 'inquisitive eye,' "You're not Cindy's husband. And I saw a few of the other ladies with their plus-ones."

"I'm Prof's plus-one," you immediately added. She gave you a confused look, then you realized she probably doesn't know Prof's common nickname, and added his real name.

"Oh my God! He's here?! It's been ... I didn't even see his name ...," then she stops. She gets a confused look, and then just flat out asks, "So he is gay after all?"

"Oh no," you almost choke on your spit. "No, no, no, no ..." your mind runs, trying to think fast.

"So he just brought you here to meet me," she nails it.

You shrug your shoulders, "He said you were the smartest."

"That wanker," she giggles, not seemingly upset in the least bit. "But seriously ... he's not gay? I just gotta know."

"Is this because of that one time he took you home drunk ... and didn't do anything?" you now had to ask, in return.

"Damn straight!" she smiled, almost slamming the bottle down on the table with her hand. "Listen, I'm still glad he didn't do anything. But I did kinda wondered then ... because ... well, this was a long time before #metoo. And a lot of guys used to talk about him behind his back, being that he wasn't around much, working all the time."




Not Gay

Just then, Prof walked up behind her, unannounced, but your eyes announced him. "Hey!" she immediately turned and went to Prof, and Prof kinda only 'half hugged' her back.



She then turns to you,giving you a slight, crooked head, as one arm of hers is around him, "You're sure?" Clearly she was wondering if I was gay now, even if only half joking.

"Sure about what?" Prof really didn't know.

"If you're gay," you switched positions in your stance, kinda leaning back as if you didn't want to say it, but decided to it any way.


"What would give you that idea?" Prof chuckled, as he let her arm fall from his back. Meanwhile, you surveyed the patio, and it's clear about a dozen-plus guys are staring, wondering just how and why her arm was draped around this other engineer. Why she was 'so friendly' with him?

"Okay, let's replay this," Iga started, "first, you drive me home. And while I'm glad you did, and didn't try anything. Bill was already eye'ing me at the party, and no way was I going to be 'just another conquest' for him. And then I say ... well ... something like ..."

"'You're one of the guys I might actually sleep with drunk. You're so ... nice.'" Prof imitated her voice, completing it for her, emphasizing the last.

"But that's not the end of it," she continued. She then pointed at Prof, as she looked at you, putting her arm back around his back, "First off, this guy tells me, shortly after we met, he doesn't believe in the 'friend zone.' I don't care, just don't ever lose the 'friend' aspect ... ever. And he tells me how he considers women 'immature' who do." And then she looked back at Prof, "And I'm thinking ..."

She soon returned her gaze to you, "What an arrogant prick! He's trying to get into my pants already?"

"So what does this have to do with him taking you home?" you asked the obvious.

"Yeah," Prof seemed interested too, "where are you going with this."

"Well, before more on that, understood I thought about giving you a 'thank you fuck' the very next day," Iga continued. "But then you 'insulted' me."

"How?" Prof shook his head. You were shocked that he was asking about the 'insult' comment, rather than the 'fuck' part.

"You said something about you understood my IQ was ... 'deprecated to about 1/3rd' since I used 'the non-descript word nice' about you," Iga responded.

"So? It was true!" he barked.

"Was not!" she looked at her beer, clearly disturbed. "Besides, 'nice' guys are what gals really want."

"I'm not ... just 'nice,' at least when it comes to something in your broad vocabulary," Prof was annoyed, probably more than he should be. "I just knew you too drunk, inebriated enough to use simple words like 'nice.'"
"You're still bothered by being called that," Iga looked back at Prof, then you, "from me ... sounded 'friend zonnie.'" She grins. Prof realizes she's just getting 'under his skin.'

"So why'd you leave NASA?" she changed the subject.

Prof countered, "Don't change the subject."

"I had a fucking 4.0 GPA," Iga looked at you, interrupting Prof, "and I couldn't get an internship at NASA. But this asshole goes in, straight out of high school, and gets a job at NASA for more money than the internship, with worse grades." She looks back at me, "Worse grades than a lot of us!"

"It was a NASA contractor," Prof looked over at you, clarifying. "I had some technical experience they needed," Prof continued, "and it was enough money to pay for most of my college. It just got boring when I got out, as an engineer. And after another stint a few years later, I didn't just want to work with NASA ever again."

"So what are you doing now?" she asked, taking one more sip of her beer.

"Well you're now a model," he blurted it out.

"Retired model ... but I know you know," she smiled. In Prof's brief confusion, she barked it, "he already told me why you brought him."

You respond before Prof can. "I didn't--,"

"Don't blame him," she discloses, "I guessed it."

"181 IQ," Prof shakes his head. "She remembers people, context, everything."

"He's not even 120," Iga flips her thumb back at Prof. "These guys had to slave over all that paperwork, derive ten times as many equations ... or, course, just ask people like me," she sips her beer again.

"That doesn't help us on the exams ...," Prof barks back, "or when you break the curve."

"Now as I was saying," Iga returns to the prior subject, "Over time, I realize he's actually never asking me to be with him ... sexually. He just wants to be my friend, regardless, and it's more at some point, then it is. He doesn't want to 'lose' the friend part ... ever ... because that . And over the years, that made more sense to me. That to artificially 'put limits' on how a guy looks, or anyone for that matter, in how I approach them ... was immature. You don't 'unfriend' a lover you no longer have."

Iga then turned to Prof, and sincerely looked at him, "I could have really used you as a friend in my modeling career sometimes." Then she pecked Prof on his cheek.

That's when she looked back at you, "Is everyone now staring?" You nodded, "Good. Let's get the fuck out of here." Grabbing her jacket, the three of you left in haste, leaving much to the imagination of others.


First Things

It was the one time you were glad Prof drove, because that left you two in the back seat. Iga was worried about making Prof 'jealous,' but it was clear Iga wasn't about to enjoy just Prof. "I'm gonna attack your 'fraternity brother.'" She gave Prof the middle finger from the darkness of the backseat, but it was enough for him to see it in his rear view mirror.



"Fine by me," Prof chuckled. "As long as you didn't have more than that one beer."
"A guy I knew told me that I should have more than one a long time ago," she responded back, "and he was always right ... except when it came to his engineering work."

It might have just been 'teasing,' but clearly Prof gave some 'approval' she did kinda want. Her tongue went into your mouth first, and that's all you remembered about that. You didn't let your hands resist her body, and clearly ... she more than expected that.

It wasn't even 5 minutes before you made the driveway, which seemed like 30 seconds. You hadn't even gotten close to getting Iga's bra off.

Opening the door, you were reminded that Prof had barely got the Christmas tree out and up last night, after arriving. The place could have used a good cleaning, but he had at least 'picked up.' Bringing Iga home wasn't exactly on his 'reality list,' but the place would have to do.

The nearest chair wasn't much of a 'step up' from the back seat, but it was the closest furniture. But before you reached it, Iga pushed you back.

Dropping her dress, she had a full set of black lace stockings, garters with suspenders, and panties ... plus the matching bra. But her pantes were over her suspenders and garter, not under it. Oh, she knew what men wanted ... indeed.



She took her time taking that bra off, first the hook, then the straps, but she kept it in front of her breasts. Smiling, knowing what she had just done, she finally dropped it, revealing her leftmost bust. In the pertness of her softened, but still young form, she spoke, "Is this what you imagined it would be? Not used to a model being this easy? This ... horny?"



She giggled, throwing her bra over her shoulder, Prof arrived with some condoms. Iga outreached her left arm, and grabbed them, before tossing them aside. In Prof's confusion, she just looked at you, "Such the always prepared engineer? No spontanety!"

Prof was still a bit confused, which Iga then cleared up, "One child is hard enough on the body for a model ... when she's in her 20s. A second in her 30s is even tougher, so I fucking had my tubes tied after my first."

"And STDs?" Prof looked at her.

"I haven't slept with a guy since I left my last boyfriend, been monogamous for years since my child," she disclosed. "And even if I got tested as a model who had to try on all sorts of intimates." Iga then crooked her head. "So now you tell me? Do you need them?"

Prof and you looked at one another, knowing you tested regularly, and weren't exactly sleeping around ... even if you 'shared' at times. "Oh no, and if I've got anything, he's got it, and we've always don'd the latex when we went outside of a few, monogamous relationships, and test regularly before and after those relationships too," Prof smiled. For some reason, you figured she trusted the type of man Prof was.

Dropping the bra, Iga had one question left ... "Who's gonna ..."



This is where Prof dropped to his knees first, and Iga petted him, "Good boy." As Prof pulled her panties to the side, and started nibbling on the insides of her leg, you returned to snogging Iga. Cupping her left breast with your right hand, while holding her close, from her side, with your left, it was hard not to just treat her breasts like it was your first pair. Now engaged with her tongue, turning your head sideways, you felt her pert breast, while enjoying the fitness of her body.

She wasn't as thin as in her youth, yet was still very tight in form. Her hourglass was as curvy as ever, as you let your left arm lower down to the top of her ass, enjoying how her hips fanned out from her smaller midsection. Prof's 'work' eventually caused her to pull from your lips, close her eyes, and coo.

'That was fast,' you thought to yourself. Usually Prof takes awhile to get into her vulva, or her clitoris hood for that matter, but you figured the chemistry they had already 'warmed her up' quick already. Sucking on her available neckline, she now tilted her head more to the side, as you slobbered all below your supermodel's chin. She was starting to shake, and clearly ... this was not going to be as much 'foreplay' as usual. There was an 'emotional' element to her, one that she least expected to.

A second stud in the now 3-way.


The Chair

Whomever said models don't give head never told Iga. As Prof lifted her lightweight body over his shoulders, surprising her as she lost balance and control, he quickly brought her back into the chair behind her, across the arms. As he continued to suck on her vulva lips, his nose teasing her clitoris, she motioned you with her finger to come over.



Unbuttoning your pants, she pulled out your already member. The tent in your pants was quite noticeable, and she didn't want to wait any further. Taking a nice lick of your sensitive underside, right at the tip, she smiled ... before devouring you helmet. She might have been a supermodel, but after a few, steady boyfriends late in her career, she was clearly more into giving than getting now.

You coudn't resist feeling up her globes once more, and dropped your left hand to her chest. You didn't know if you wanted to just play with them once more, or if her sheer prowness of her head was causing you to want to grab anything soft ... just to deal with the pleasure. Of course, her eyes started to shut, and she was dealing with her own ... 'situation' far below. Prof was now working his tongue into her hood, and she was starting to pant.

That's when she let out a growl, followed by a strong rebuke, "Enough!" Originally looking down towards Prof, who was in between her legs, she looked up at you, "I need something harder than that."



Climbing over the chair, she clearly wasn't about to let any more foreplay happen. It seemed to be fast, and even in Prof's confusion, she eached out to his chin, and held it ... "We've got all weekend ... I hope."

At that point, you didn't hold back, and slide into Iga. Oh she was open, but that was well explained by the childbirth. Indeed, she'd be seeking girth, which Prof and yourself could provide. You didn't mean to be 'mindless,' but at this point, you didn't just 'hold her hips.' Once you pushed through her entire cavern to the base of your stem, you reached forward to cup both of her breasts, and then didn't hold back.

Iga then closed her eyes, before batting them at Prof, looking back, "I like a man who doesn't 'hold back.'" It was another 'tease' at Prof's expense, but you started to get the feeling, they had a 'connection' any way. Maybe Prof saw her with one of his friends in college, and you know how much Prof loved to watch. Whatever it was, it was clear ... you were going first.



Although that's where Prof had an additional surprise for her, and one you already knew. About five minutes into the pumping, as Iga looked back. As she reached your face for a quick French, even if you had to pull from cupping one of her breasts, she asked, "I think it might be Prof's turn now."

But that's when you let Prof answer for himself, "Nope."

"Nope?" like she was going to ask yet again if he was gay.

Prof just sat there, arms folded, in a full, smug look. And that's when you completed his reasoning, "He loves sloppy seconds."

And for the first time, Iga realized ... this wasn't your first 3-way with Prof, far from it. And it seemed to turn her on even more. Whether it was the worry about 'getting fucked' first by another man than she had planned, or maybe, just maybe, she wanted a boyfriend who liked 'open relationships' where she could 'enjoy another stud' from time-to-time without any 'jealousy,' whatever it was ... she got really wet.

And that's when you felt it. She didn't just think it was 'Prof's turn.' She was about to ...

"Ughhh," she grunted, catching her breath, then barked, "Oh fuck yea." It continued. "Oh fuck yeah." And she looked back right in your eyes, her hazel-green beeding you down, "Oh FUCK YEAH!"

That's when Iga started throwing her ass backwards, almost 'knocking you out of rhythm, and barked, "Harder!" You started to slam your pelvis really into her, "HARDER! FUCKING HARDER!" It was clear, she wasn't some young tart that hadn't had it before, much less a child to open her up. She wanted it as hard as you could 'give it,' and so you did.

And at that point, the rhythm overtook you. After a half minute of you just literally putting one hand on her shoulder, while the other was cupping her breast, literally 'thowing' her 'back'n forth,' on your stem, she just looked at you. "Gonna cum?" It was a rhetorical, but she asked it again, "You gonna cum?" And now once more, "You gonna cum in your barbie supermodel?"

She smiled with devilish grin, "Never thought you'd get to creampie me when you were wanking to those pages, did you?" At that point, you lost it. You hit your 'point-of-no-return,' but you didn't change your movements.

However, you did start to almost 'feel' the 'ripples' of your slams into her ass. Especially as she seemed to get really wet, and now even some quivers. Indeed, she swallowed hard, even chuckled for a few seconds, before closing her eyes, and letting her head go loose, 'throwing around' a bit with your pumps, controller her body. You felt your scrotum tighten, and you did two more pumps, as your prostate lathered your uretha for the blast. And then, you froze ... until it blasted all the way up your stem, and deep into her.

"HUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" you let out a moan, then immediately started pumping through your third and subsequent ejaculations, back to the same rhythm as before. It was the most wantful ejaculation you had ever had, and you didn't want to lose it. You kept pumping, and pumping, and pumping, like you had been backed up for years, thinking of Iga on your cock ... like she was now.

In her now sweating state, clearly just being taken like a 'rag doll,' she just smiled, and added, "Oh yeah, I felt that one. You wanted that more than my last boyfriend did ... the first time." She looked back, smiling, as you continued to pump, trying to get every ounce you had in you, into her closed womb.

As your ejaculations bubbled out, Prof just stood there, opened mouthed ... in utter awe. Iga, meanwhile, was all smiles, and now put her arm around you, looking back, bringing you into French, while not 'breaking the connection.' You didn't want to exit her. You wanted to stay in. And she was a great kisser, a real 'lover' that you wanted more than 'just a fuck' from.


Round 2

At this point, it was only a matter of time before you 'softened enough' to fall out of Iga. Maybe with some women, it would have been easier to 'stay in.' But her pussy was more than just 'regularly taken.' She had been through childbirth, and seemingly 'well stretched.'

But before you could 'pull out,' Iga moved forward, and 'forced the issue.' You fell out of her, although the 'drippings' of your 'injection' stayed mostly in her, as she panties 'moved back' into position. At this point, as you moved away from the chair, you figured it was finally 'Prof's turn.'

But much to your surprise, Iga grabbed your hand, as you were holding your stem with your other. And she led you to the closest bedroom.

As she laid across the bed, Iga motioned you once again. She had you stand at the edge of the bed, before grabbing your penis, and bringing it to her mouth once again.



Twirling her tongue back under your sensitive underside, just below your helmet, she made you squirm. The Post Cum Head (PCH) was unreal, and clearly ... she didn't have a problem with the taste of fresh ejaculate.

You knew Prof's dislike of 'snowballing,' and she had just made a big mistake. As you squirmed, you looked over at Prof in the doorway, wide-eyed that he might not get to French Iga deep if and when she fucked him next. Of course, Iga just swallowed, and then kept going. As the burn of the PCH slowly subsided, you felt yourself getting 'worked back up.'

Iga didn't say anything, and now Prof took residence in the chair in the bedroom. He was about to watch you go again, packing in another load into her.

Taking her panties off, Iga now pulled your body, and it's re-copulated, 'erect enough' penis back to the bed. And now she sat right down on it. This time, she was going to ride you cowgirl, facing you, let you feel her up from the front, while staring Prof down, in between dropping herself down to French you.



You never realized how much Prof loved to watch, until that moment. It would take awhile, but Iga wasn't 'getting sore' anytime soon. No, she could go longer than either Prof or yourself could give her. That only made you wonder why she might be looking for more than just one lover.



Indeed, she might have come to talk about restarting her career, but what she had discovered was a means to restarting her sex life. She was a nymph that wanted it more than one guy could give. A model that had reached the start of her sexual prime, and didn't just want to be a single mom at home ... and could definitely use a pair of men to 'help out.' Whatever her full reasons were, she was completely into the situation far more than you believed a woman should be.

And it was turning you on ... and Prof even more so.

It took a good 15 minutes, even after the several minutes of oral copulation, before you found yourself 'juicing up' Iga's insides even more. After that, you honestly don't remember ... other than Iga putting on panties to 'help keep your cum in her.'

That plus a glimpse of Prof sticking himself into Iga, only for him to pull himself out, so she could 'suck your flavor off of his stem,' before putting him back in.



The few times the noise awoke you, he had her doggie over the bed, over the chair, over quite a bit of the room. You don't know how many times Prof came, although he would tell you only once. He was exhausted from standing and talking all day. In fact, Prof said she said the same thing to him, that she had said to him when he took her home drunk all those years ago, "You're no fun."


Morning After

You awoke to Prof on the other side of the bed, but Iga missing. Hearing the shower run, you walked in to seeing Iga 'washing out' her womanly apex.



"Prof wasn't sure you'd like me after him," she started, "So I thought I'd get an 'early start' on 'washing out' what you studs dropped into me."

At that point, it was clear ... Iga wanted it again. And she'd have the shower head ready as needed ... or not.


More pictures I didn't quite fit into the story ...




Here are a few, past links to here in "The Club" to a few, other, hardbody models I've previously written about that you studs might enjoy, including the original requestor ...


Veronica Zeminova

• http://vintage-erotica-forum.com/sho...postcount=3377

Denise Milani

• http://vintage-erotica-forum.com/sho...postcount=4361

Barbie Griffin (aka Veronica Black, Sandy Reed and Michelle McCurry)

• http://vintage-erotica-forum.com/sho...postcount=4880

[profvolup]

Originally Posted by MC Escort luv

The last girl is Christy Canyon (not the delicious Sarah Louise Young, porn star extraordinaire as I mistakenly thought)
Thanks to Mal Hombre for putting me straight

Forgive me, but I couldn't resist ... BUT your membership in the club ...



... especially the 'by thine own hand' part (so appropriate here)

That said, given the 'blood loss' from the brain combined with 'involuntary squinting' that can 'strike' at 'any time' here in The Club ... it some point, SLY looks like Christy. Usually right after the BOOM!

Welcome to the Club! You have officially reached the point of nirvana that you forgot who you just wanked to, experienced the ultimate of extractions, and now replaced your reference with another, ultra killer brunette and body that would be unthinkable ... except it was just that, unthinkable ...

You just literally weren't able to think

We've all done it too ... especially to a top favorite. Frankly, if I had Christy and SLY in the same bed, I might 'forget' who just made me cum ... and not care at all, because I couldn't. Plus I'd probably be dead, or a veggie, after a few nights ... stroke or similar expected.


BTW, in the '80s -- and it would be considered 'racist' today -- The Vapors released 'Turning Japanese.'

• https://www.songfacts.com/facts/the-...rning-japanese

Kinda how I feel after either Christy or SLY. I think I'm pulling up 'dueling vids' and forgetting who makes me cum right now. "I think I"m ..."

[dludezeus430]

If you had a choice between wanking and goin' fishing -- which would you choose ??

[pippey]

who could not resist wanking to these lovely ladies

[shamone123]

right fellow wankers. has any one used or tried a penis pump for pleasure? are these pleasurable to use despite being sold as enhancing length etc which I don't believe they do. P.s I don't need extra length. It's the cum factor I'm looking for.

[MC Escort luv]

I've no idea who she is, but her beauty and long legs are giving me a massive erection.

Her smile is teasing me on to wank for her, and the curve of her breasts is enticing.



Thanks OP