Happy Holidays!

Greetings and salutations, fellow poachers!

Sorry, no posts since October!  Sometimes time just flies by!

Alex and I are heading to Texas in a couple of days to spend Christmas with her parents, brother, and sister-in-law and their kids.  

Most people hate seeing their in-laws, but I don't.  Her parents are ultra-cool and I'm really good friends with her brother.  And seeing some nieces and nephews, well, that's always cool, especially seeing them open up gifts!  LOL 

Alex and I shipped them out there a couple of weeks ago, so we don't have to mess with them and can just fly out.  

We'll be heading back on Tuesday.  We're hoping to hit some bars in Dallas on Monday night and get a threesome with a pretty lady.  Then again, watching Alex fuck a strange guy in a hotel room is always fun!  But she's wary of strange men and we love double-teaming a girl.  We'll see.  We might not even feel like making the drive and just fuck in our room at the house.  Actually, it's this huge house that you wouldn't call a mansion, but fuck.....that thing's BIG!

Anyway, as for this blog, I will be doing two more entries.  It's kind of another Kara and Monica deal, where one entry bleeds into another.  It's about a woman I dated in 1989 and her friend.

Yeah, I did what you're thinking I did.....shame on me....  Looking back, I can laugh at the whole thing now, although when it happened......not so much!  Anyway, if I can get some free time over the weekend or even before we leave, then I can get the entries up.  Really, all I'm sure of is that sometime between now and the end of the year, two more entries will be posted.

Speaking of Kara.........I found her!  LOL  Without a doubt, Kara was one of the coolest girls I've ever met (and not only because I was 40 and she was 18 and wanted to fuck!).  I looked her up on FaceBook and messaged her.  We chatted and she sent some wonderful pictures of her and her girlfriend.

I've really let the Girlfriend Updates lag.  In fact, I have a whole one entry.  Well, Kara will be a great way to kick-start that section.  I'm hoping to get her pics up soon after the next entries.  It probably won't be before the end of the year, but you never know.

I know Alex is going to try and blog some over our stay, and I might check in as well.  If not, have a great holiday and Merry Christmas!

So be safe, have fun, and remember--even if you don't bang married women, it never hurts to look (as long as the husband doesn't notice).

"Never stand under the mistletoe with a Saint Bernard.  Happy holidays, my friends."

Frankie

Frankie probably still hates me.

When: August 1988

Status: Married four years, no kids

Occupation: 7-11 cashier

Meetings: 14

Age: 27
Quotable:  "You make me sick!"

Note: Apologies for the small size of the font. Once in awhile, Blogger glitches up and won't let me use my usual size for some reason. It was either this or a really huge font which is so obnoxious I might as well type in all caps while I'm at it. Hopefully, the next entry will get back to normal.

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You remember the following passage from the Cheri entry?

My total spiral into debauchery came to an end in the middle of August. I was fucking a married lady in her bedroom when her husband got home. I heard the door, pulled out, grabbed my clothes and bolted out the window. There's something about a screaming six foot, five inch guy chasing you through backyards and over fences until you put enough distance between you and him that makes you wonder if you're making the right choices.

Run naked through a backyard, through your clothes over a fence......run through another one.....clothes over the fence....etc.... Luckily, I was faster and a lot more nimble than the enraged husband. A nice head start didn't hurt either. Man, that guy was pissed. So was I. I forgot to grab my shoes on my way out. That was an eighty-dollar pair of Nunn Bush shoes I left behind. I still remember his loving words to me: "You motherfucker, I'm going to kick your bitch ass and beat you down like a dog, you piece of crap!"

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Well, the chase didn't quite end there. But the tail's wagging the dog here. Let's go back to how I ended up getting chased through Montclair, California that hot August day in the first place.

After my first breakup with Cheri, I had been whoring around like crazy, just to get her out of my mind. That and I liked fucking, of course. As I mentioned in the Cheri entry, I had been placing and answering a lot of personal ads in fuck rags. That's how I met Frankie.

One day in August, really having had a great time in recent weeks, I went to my PO box and got my mail. I sorted through some of the responses and came across hers:

Hi Ryan,

I'm Frankie. I'm 27 years old and have been married for four years. I'm originally from Raleigh, North Carolina. My husband and I moved out to Cali a few months ago. I've never cheated on him before, but admit that I'm interested. I've enclosed my pic and could you send it back if you're not interested? Thanks! If you are interested, just write me back with your phone number and we can arrange to meet!

Take Care,

Frankie

I likey-liked what I saw (the pic she sent is the one right above her stats above). So I wrote back, included an uneditied pic and gave her my digits.

Literally. I don't have my fingers anymore and have to type these entries with my elbows.

Frankie had some major potential. She was cute, and she worked overnight at a local 7-11 while her husband worked at a warehouse in Rialto, which was about twenty miles away. They had moved out to southern California a couple of months earlier and she hadn't had the opportunity to make too many new friends. Wicked awesome for your favorite poacher, right?

She called me a couple of days later, on Friday. She was cool and we decided to meet the following Monday at the food court at the Montclair Plaza. Then we'd see if we wanted to take things further.

On Monday, we met at the food court (how "Fast Times At Ridgemont High" is that?) and had a couple of burgers. She was mega-cute and definitely a girl I wanted to fuck. Her personality was okay. She was fairly pleasant, but since I didn't want to slide Mr. Happy into her personality, I didn't really care.

Frankie wasn't getting along too well with her husband, Jason. She didn't like California all that much and was homesick. Jason's buddy had gotten him the job at the warehouse and really didn't give Frankie too much of a voice in whether they were going to move or not. I also detected that there were a lot of other issues going on with them. Just moving usually doesn't get a wife to start fucking other guys.

Whatever, right?

We finished up and decided to get busy at her house. It was close by and we were both ready to have some fun.

We walked out to Frankie's car and kissed for a couple of minutes. I played with her ass and she rubbed my cock. I wanted to bang her right there. But what's a couple of minutes?

Frankie pulled her car into their garage and we went inside and went straight to the bedroom. This may have been the first time that she cheated on her husband, but she was definitely committed to it. I appreciate it when married women make that commitment so quickly.


We started kissing and feeling each other up for a minute and helped Frankie take her shirt and bra off. Then I laid her on her bed and she lifted her ass up and I slid her jeans and panties off. I moved up and kissed her and sucked on her nipples while rubbing her pussy.

Yum.

I kissed my way down to her pussy and started eating her out. She was already wet and I slid my finger into her pussy as I ran my tongue over her clit. She moaned and said, "Fuck...." and I knew that she was close. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and she grabbed my head and pulled it hard against her, gyrating her hips.

My hands were locked onto her hips and I kept eating her pussy, licking up and down and sucking her clit. Soon she groaned and came. I stayed where I was while she recovered. After a minute or so, she smiled and said, "I wanna suck your cock."

I stripped out of my clothes in a matter of seconds and straddled her chest. Frankie took my cock into her mouth and started blowing me. I groaned a little and reached back and played with her pussy as she sucked me.

I must've been leaking a lot of precum, because after a minute she said, "I can taste you, baby.....you taste good....." I replied, "You want me to cum in your mouth? You want to taste all of my cum, honey?"

"Fuck yeah. And keep rubbing my pussy.....please......"

Hey, I don't need to see a woman's pussy to perform the Palm Pilot. It's all a matter of feeling your way around, so to speak. I was tilted back and rubbing this girl's wet pussy. It was a little tough keeping my balance in that position, but I was able to make the necessary adjustments.

Concentrating on the backwards Pilot kept my from blowing my load thirty seconds after my cock entered her mouth. I was determined to make her cum before I did. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth and got onto my side, in my normal position.

Frankie was bucking her hips as I worked the Pilot. I leaned over and kissed her hard. It didn't take long to bring her to another orgasm.

After she came, she laid her head on my stomach and started sucking me again. "Come on, baby....come on....right into my mouth....wanna swallow....." A minute later, I was filling her mouth with my cum. She swallowed my load and fell back onto her pillow.

"Fuck. That was hot."

We didnt' want to push our luck, time-wise, so we didn't lounge around too much. We had a couple of Cokes and wanted to get back to business. Frankie straddled my face and started sucking me again. I was still soft, but knew she'd take care of that. I licked her pussy to get her wet.

She then grabbed a rubber and rolled it onto my cock. Frankie then straddled me and slid down my cock. She started sliding up and down and I would thrust my hips up to met her on her way down. We established a great rhythm and after a couple of minutes, Frankie came.

Frankie got off me and laid on her back and spread her legs. I mounted her and slid into her wet pussy. She grunted a little and wrapped her legs and arms around me and said, "Fuck me as hard as you can."

I buried my face in her hair, held her shoulders tight, and had at it. Shit, I can still hear that crappy box spring creaking as I repeatedly thrust my cock into her fast and hard. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming......"

I increased my pace and soon she was yelling out, "FUCK...SHIT....YES.....BABY....." I didn't let up after she came and soon was sending another condom to the scrap heap.

Stockings are hot.

"Care to make this a long-term deal?" I said.
"Definitely. That was incredible."

We met a couple of more times that week and continued seeing each other into the next. Frankie worked the overnight shift and a couple of times, I'd go visit her at work.

I'd park in the back of the 7-11 and she'd come out and meet me on her lunch break. Then we'd crawl into the back of my truck and fuck. Then she'd go back to work and I'd go home and go to bed. Then it was back to her house the next morning.

After a couple of weeks, though, I started to get a weird feeling about fucking her at her house. Surely, one of the neighbors would notice that a guy was visiting the place so many times. And who knows? One might leave good old Jason an anonymous note. Or maybe Jason would just get a gut feeling that things weren't right.

Either way, like Kramer said on Seinfeld, what does your little man say? You have to listen to your little man. I didn't. Instead, I listened to another little man, Mr. Happy, who reassured me that everything would be just fine.


The last time we met, I told Frankie that maybe she should just come up to my place. I have no clue as to why she didn't want to, but I guess she just felt comfortable in the routine we were in. After a meeting with a client, I drove over to our usual meeting place and she picked me up and drove me to her place. We fucked for about two hours and were relaxing in bed and kissing.

Then we heard the front door open and close.

Uh oh. Hubby was home. Thanks for the great advicde, Mr. Happy. Well, I guess I could reason with him about being in bed with his cute little wife and everything would work out for the best.

Fuck that shit.

I reached down, grabbed my balled up clothes, and crawled out through the window, throwing my bundle out ahead of me. I picked my clothes up and bolted. I was climbing the fence when I heard, "Hey, asshole!". I hauled ass to the fence, threw my shit over, scaled it, and kept running and repeated the process when I reached the next fence.

When I scaled the fence again, I looked and saw him still climbing the first fence. That's when I heard him scream his intentions at me.

I knew I could outrun this dude. I ran across another yard and climbed another fence. Then I stopped to check on his progress. We were separated by two yards (and six degrees of Kevin Bacon).

I looked at him and shot him the bird. Oh yes I did. I went there. He just stood there. Then he turned and walked away. I knew something was up, but knew I'd be able to get away from Angry Husband Dude. I decided that it might be smart to stop running around bare-ass naked and quickly got dressed.

That right, fellow poachers. Speed and brains trump muscles every time. I went out in front and looked around. The Montclair Plaza was a couple of miles away (give or take), but hey, a good, very brisk walk after a panicked trip through an obstacle course is always fun.

I was really pissed off that I had left my Nunn Bush shoes in the house. That pair of shoes was a huge favorite of mine. But favorite or not, no way was I going to go back and get them. So I had my dress socks. And that was it.

These socks were made fer walkin', and that's just what they're gonna do.....

Walking though, would be the last thing I'd be doing. I was just walking out of that back yard when I I heard the worst thing I could hear: the sound of a motorcycle starting up.

Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit. A car is easy to lose. A motorcycle isn't. So I tore off full blast, headed left, and hid in some bushes on the corner house on the next street. I heard the cycle come up the alley and waited, hoping he'd turn right. He did.


Oh, and this gets even better.

A few seconds later, I was still crouching in the bushes and I heard a car driving up Frankie's street. It turned left and I recognized the driver--it was Frankie. YES! Saved!

I stood up and waved at her to get her attention. I figured that she had come to save my ass. Well, she wasn't too interested in saving my ass at all. She slowed down, looked straight at me, and kept going. I was speechless. My quickie getaway has just left me there shoeless.

I was on my own. I was in Poacher no-man's land.

So I ran down to Moreno, running on the grass whenever I could. It only took about a minute to get down there.

Then, I had a decision to make. Moreno was the street the Montclair Plaza was located on. I could cross the street and head straight there or stay on the side I was on. Or I could walk all the way down to the south side of the plaza. There wasn't much traffic, so I bolted across the street and set a course to the Plaza.

I figured I'd be better off taking the most direct route possible. I didn't want to be out there west of the plaza, on a quiet street. And I figured the less time I was walking around, the better. Plus, there were some people around that I could kind of mix into.


I moved cautiously, but deliberately, towards the plaza, half-walking and half-jogging. I had left my truck in the parking lot right by the Broadway department store (kind of like a Kohl's). I kept my ears and eyes open, but never saw him.

If I had to guess, I think he must've kept going east after he turned out of the alley and kept looking for me in that neighborhood. He might've even gone up Central. Whatever the case, I was happy to finally have reached my truck.

I got into my truck. I was pouring sweat. It was fucking hot--it must have been in the high 80s. I laid on the seat for a few minutes with my air conditioner on. Finally, I got up and drove back home.

THAT was way too close. WAY too close. I've never been that scared. Shit, Paula's boyfriend hit me and that didn't scare me all that much. But this guy meant bid'ness. I have no doubt he would've either strangled me or beaten me until I was in a coma (at best).

When I got home, my fear had turned into anger. That bitch had left me there.

Okay, I know what you're thinking: I had originally left her there when I fled. Okay, I'll address that.

Gigantor wasn't coming for her ass, at least not at first. By running, I gave Frankie her own chance to escape. Sure, I was totally looking out for my own ass, but enraged husbands always go after the poacher first--always. It's a hard and fast rule.

I knew that when I was flying out the window he wasn't going to stop and just let me go. No, I didn't care too much about what happened to Frankie--I was saving my own ass. But at least she was smart enough to take advantage of the moment and get out herself.

But yeah, I ran like a weasle out of the chicken coop. Had he started doing something crazy to her, I would've stopped and found a phone and called the cops. But he did what any husband would do: he went after the interloper first. Like I said, it's just the way it works.

The drive home was long. All I could think of is what could've happened had this guy gotten his hands on me. What if he had a gun? Shit, I had to be way more careful. I was lucky that I had gotten into the habit of putting my clothes all together and knowing all possible escape routes out of apartments and houses.

But still.

When I got home, I took a shower and checked my messages afterward. One was from Frankie.

"Hey, Ryan? You there? He's fucking pissed right now. I was able to grab some clothes while he was chasing you. Fuck, I can't go back there, I can't.....need a place to crash, baby. I'll call you back in a few. I need help, baby! I know you got my back!"

Yeah, where was MY help? I was out there being hunted by a large, angry man who could snap me in half with two fingers. I was two miles or so away from my truck. Frankie hadn't been too fucking concerned about that, was she? She didn't have my back then. If she was pissed that I had run out when she drove by me, fine. But don't ask for help now.

And not only that, but I didn't fucking want her at my place. I didn't want her to know where I lived. Fuck that shit. For all I knew, she and her husband would make up and she'd tell him. No way. Sorry. Thank you, drive through!

I called the phone company and put in a request to change my number. What a fucking pain. I'm just glad I wasn't stupid enough to give her the number to my business line. Anyway, it'd run me forty smackers and there was a wait of a couple of days, but hey, so what? Anyway, after talking to a very nice customer service rep, I headed off to bed and passed out until seven.

I got up and there were some more messages. All were from you-know-who.

"I know you're home. I got a busy signal when I called before. Answer the fucking phone, Ryan. You owe me that."

The next: "Ryan. I'm at Don Jose. Have me paged there. I need a place to crash. Come on."

The final one: "Thanks, you dick. Thanks a lot. Maybe when he puts me in the hospital, you'll be happy. I'll go sleep in the park tonight, not that you care, asshole."

You kiss your momma with that mouth, Frankie?

Boo hoo. Honestly, had she not abandoned me, I would've tossed her some scratch for a couple of days at Motel 6 or whatever. But she fucking stared at me--and bolted.

About two weeks later, I received a letter from her that she sent to my P.O. Box. It was postmarked from Raleigh.

"You are a fucking pussy. I can't believe how you ran away like a scared little girl. Is that what all guys are like in California? YOU are coward. YES YOU!!!!

You left me there to deal with Jason. YOU ARE NOT A MAN!!!!!

He was so fucking pissed and you just ran away! You wouldn't return my calls and even changed your number. I needed a place to crash and you couldn't even do THAT for me! Thanx for nothing!

Oh, I'm back in NC now. You broke up my marriage.

YOU MAKE ME SICK!!

Frankie

She did add some extra compliments on the other side of the napkin.

Yeah, she wrote it on a fucking napkin. It actually is kind of funny.

And there was no return address. So Frankie got the last word. But since this is my blog, I guess I should respond, even if it has been over 20 years.

You're right, Frankie. I'm so sorry that I didn't hang around to let your husband rip my dick off and shove it up my ass. You're the one that said it was safe to fuck at your place, not me. I'm sorry your decision to fuck another guy broke up your marriage.

Fuck you for hanging me out to dry. Fuck you for not letting me get into your shitty, white trash jalopy Pinto. Fuck you for even thinking of asking for help after driving off.

On the plus side, it was great plowing you. I hope your subsequent 14 marriages have been as rewarding as your first one. I hope your dream of owning your very own double-wide came true!


As for my PO Box, I kept it. For the next few weeks, though, I was really careful about getting my mail. I was worried he might've discovered the letter I sent her and decided to stake out the post office. I went when I knew it'd be busy and did my best to disguise my appearance. He never showed--or if he did, it wasn't when I was there.

I don't know how he found out. My guess is that a neighbor tipped him off and called him at work. Then again, if that was the case, Jason would've been there a lot faster as he only worked about a half hour away. There's no way of knowing.

And I don't particularly care to find him and ask. Trust me, I'm sure that guy is still pissed. He just had that look of a guy who wasn't going to forget the guy he caught in bed with his wife.

And I'm sure that the fact that I lost my Nunn Bush shoes was much consolation for the guy.

For Frankie's pictures, click here (members only).

Kara

When: June 2003

Status: Girlfriend
Occupation: Student

Meetings: 8

Age: 18
Quotable:  Let's see how many times forty 
can go into 18.

If you haven't read the Monica entry, this one will make more sense if you do. You don't have to, of course, but both entries are tied together.

I met Kara in May of 2001. She was Monica's cousin and sometimes when I would take Monica out to lunch, she'd bring Kara. And sometimes Kara would pick Monica up from my place after a little playtime.

Kara was very cool. She had been seeing a girl named Melanie for about a year and loved her "with all my heart."

One night, she IM'd me. We chatted for a bit and she asked if playing around with Monica was a one-time thing, or if I slept with a lot of women.

And here's where I made a big mistake that would bite me in the ass later on. I sent her a link to my Geocities site. She said she'd check it out and be back in a bit. When she got back, she was at a loss.

"Uh, fuck."

"That good or bad?"

"Dunno. I mean, good. Monica doesn't know?"

"No. I never brought it up. I'm clean and disease free, so figured it really didn't matter."

"Guess not. But shit, Ryan. Your wife's cool with it?"

"We're both a bit adventurous."

"No shit. LOL. I won't tell Monica, though."

"Let sleeping dogs lie?"

"That one of those expressions that old people use? LOL"

"Your cousin doesn't think I'm old, twerp."

"Teasing...."

"You like the site?"

"Got me horny, that answer your question?"

"I'd be happy to help with that--but I thought you were gay.."

"Bisexual. And even if I were gay, it'd still be hot. So you'd cheat on Monica?"

Actually, I already had, if you can really cheat on a mistress.

"Nah."

This, of course, was a total lie.

"Didn't think so. What a wuss."

"Now you're just fucking with me."

"LMAO Yeah....playing is all.....you know...."

"So would you cheat on Melanie?"

"I wouldn't consider it cheating if I fucked a guy. Another girl, yeah. But not a guy."

"Would you let me fuck you if you weren't Monica's friend?"

"Direct aren't we? Yeah. Absolutely. You'd fuck me?"

"I'm hard just thinking about it."

"Shit...you had to say that...."

"I've thought about what it'd be like with you. You're 18, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'd make sure you had fun."

"Monica speaks highly of you, if you know what I mean."

"Come over."

"Now?"

"Can you?"

"Want to....I do....fucking mother is home...."

Kara lived with her mother. Her parents had divorced a couple of years earlier and her father lived in Indiana.

A counter is good for more than cooking.

"When?"

"You seeing Monica tomorrow?"

"No."

"I'll come over. We'll talk. See what happens from there, okay sweetheart?"

"That sounds good."

"Gotta head to bed. Taking a little friend with me to wind down. See you tomorrow around three."

Kara showed up the next day and I let her in. We sat down on the couch.

"I had to ask Monica. I couldn't sneak around behind her back."

"What'd she say?"
"She was cool with it. Says it's just sex and to have fun. And that she'll see you tomorrow."

Thank you, universe. Thank you. And why should she care? Monica only cared about the sex. It wasn't like we were soul mates. We just loved sex.

I leaned over and kissed Kara, slipping my tongue into her mouth. As we kissed, I slid my hand down her shorts and started playing with her pussy. Her hand started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I then lifted up her tank top and bra and started sucking on her nipples. She groaned a little and I took my finger and put in my mouth. I then slid it into her pussy. We spent several minutes in that position, me fingering her pussy until she came.

I continued to suck on her nipples while I finger-fucked her. Soon, her body stiffened and she cried out and came. She then leaned over and kissed me. Then we got up and went to the bedroom and stripped down.

Kara jumped on the bed and patted it and smiled. I laid on my back and Kara straddled my face as we started to 69. My cock was absolutely aching at this point and I was hoping I could hold off cumming until Kara did.

Kara started sucking my cock and I started licking her wet pussy. After a few minutes, I knew I was in trouble and decided to help Kara along with her orgasm. I took my finger and slid it into her pussy to get it wet and then slid it all the way up her ass. She groaned, "Oh yeahhhhhhhh......" and I went back to eating her pussy.

The finger did the trick though. I kept sliding it in and out of her tight little asshole while licking her pussy and hard clit. Soon she was groaning and having another orgasm. After she came, she took my cock out of her mouth and started jacking it. "C'mon baby.......c'mon baby......"

I was happy to oblige. I really didn't have any choice. The feeling of her hand sliding up and down my hard dick was just too good. Soon my cock was shooting my hot cum all over my stomach. Kara and I stayed in that position for a few moments while we caught out breath.

She rolled off and ran to the bathroom. I went and brought us back a couple of Cokes. We both sat in bed, resting up and drinking. I was drained and needed some time to get ready for more action. Mr. Happy sent a memo that said, "I need fifteen minutes, you biotch! Word!"

That fucker is so disrespectful! He also has an inflated opinion (pun fully intended) of his recovery ability at times. And no way was I getting another erection in fifteen minutes. But that's okay. I can get creative. I got out of bed and said, "Roll on your stomach, Kara."

She rolled over and I brought over one of Alex' vibrators. I crawled onto the bed, had her lift her ass up and I slid it inside of her pussy (I had quickly lubed it up lightly) on turned it on. Kara said, "Oh fuck..." and I gently pushed her ass back down.

Then I put my hand against it so her pussy wouldn't push it back out and went to work eating her ass out. She groaned and bucked as I rimmed her and kissed her ass cheeks.

"Fuck baby, you're nasty......I love it....."

Kara was resting her head on her arms. She was so turned on that she didn't even need to rub her pussy. The vibrator was taking care of that. I could hear her sigh, grunt, and moan as I ran my tongue over her asshole. I kept rimming that hot ass until I knew that she was on the verge. Her breathing got faster and she said, "I'm sooooo close...so close....."

I shoved my tongue into her ass and drove her over the edge. She was pounding her fist against one of the pillows and swearing. Finally, she let out a loud "Fuck!" and came. I got up and rolled her back over and smiled at her.

"Not bad for an old guy, huh?"

"No.....fucking terrific....make me cum like that again.....make me scream.....never cum like that before....."

Her pussy was still wet and lubed from the vibrator, so I told her to spread her legs. She was so turned on by this point, I was anxious to see what the Pilot could do to her, especially with her being so sensitive down there.

I prepped the Pilot for takeoff and leaned down and started kissing Kara. She practically shoved her tongue down my throat and dug her nails into my back as I rubbed her pussy. It wasn't my best effort flying the Pilot, but shit, it sure didn't need to be. After a few minutes, Kara's lifted her left leg and slammed it against the bed and cried out that she was "fucking gonna cum again."

I shoved two fingers into her pussy and she arched her back, pulled a pillow over her face, and screamed--literally screamed-- into it. I'm glad she did that. Otherwise, one of the neighbors might've called 911.

I thought that would've done it. But she was eighteen, horny, and loved sex. And Mr. Happy finally got off his ass and was saluting the ceiling. Kara sucked on it for a few moments and I grabbed a condom and rolled it on.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

"I wanna ride your cock. I'm gonna fuck you."

I rolled onto my back and Kara slid down my shaft. Hard. Any harder, and Mr. Happy would've said, "Fucking ouch! Hurts so good!"

She started riding me and said, "Lay down, let me do the work. I'll make you cum hard." Instead of sitting upright, she leaned down and braced herself on her arms. That's so hot when a woman does that. You can look right into her face as she fucks you.

Kara wasn't all that interested in cumming, though, at least right at that moment. Her main concern was making me cum. She gyrated her hips, slid up and down, would sit upright and grind and rock, and then return to her original position. All the while, she was urging me to cum.

"Don't worry about me. I wanna get you off. Just cum. I fucking want you to cum. You made me cum. I fucking love this. I fucking love what you did to me. We're gonna do it a lot. Guys my age can't fuck right. Can't make a woman cum. You know what to do, baby. Monica was right."

It was fucking awesome. She didn't stop talking and it turned me on to no end. It was almost like I was having phone sex and getting fucked at the same time. I had fallen into some kind of magical wormhole.

Then, as she gyrated and lifted up, the condom got pulled off. Kara then moved down and held my aching cock in her hand. "Aw.....we lost the condom.....guess you got me too wet!" She then licked the head of my cock. Actually, she kind of just ran her tongue around it.

She got up and grabbed another rubber and came back and straddled my face. Hey, why not take advantage of a renegade condom, right?

"Suck my clit, baby.....lick it......"

Her clit wasn't hard to find at all. It was sticking out, ready, willing, and able. She tossed the rubber to the side and grabbed the headboard. I gripped her ass hard and started sucking her clit.

"Oh fucking yeah....fucking yes....."

I didn't really do much. All I had to do was suck it into my mouth and run my tongue over it repeatedly. A minute went by at most and Kara was yelling, "Fucking shit!" and cumming again. She got off of me and opened the condom. "Shit, I'm loving this."

She unrolled the condom on my cock and I had her lay on her side. I came up from behind her and while on my knees, slid into her. So there we were, Kara on her side, holding her right leg in the air, and me behind her, grinding against her ass.

She resumed her encouragement. "Need you to shoot your cum, Ryan. Blow that fucking rubber up!"

Okay, THAT did it. "Blow that fucking rubber up"? That was a first. And half a minute after I slid into her again. I filled up that condom. Actually, I came so hard that I was almost surprised that I didn't shoot it right off of my cock.

Ah, to be young. After I pulled out, I just crashed onto the bed. Kara leaned over, smiled, and gave me a big kiss. Then she practically jumped out of bed and took a shower. Me? I was a wiped-out forty year old. But it was a good wiped-out, that's for sure.

Kara emerged from the shower none the worse for wear. She laughed and said, "Hey, anytime you want some of this," and slapped her ass, "all you have to do is let me know!"

So I continued to fuck both Monica and Kara. Both were fun, sex-crazed, and wild in bed. They were a blast. The next few weeks were awesome. My personal teen dynamic duo would be graduating soon and would be staying in the area. Now that's what I'm talkin' bout!

Then the shit hit the fan.

One Friday afternoon, Kara invited me over. Her mother was working a double shift and she wanted to get laid. I was free and drove over.

Kara and I spent two great hours fucking on her mom's new couch. Well, a great hour and fifty minutes, that is.

I was on top of Kara, fucking her hard. We were kissing and our arms were wrapped around each other and her legs were wrapped around mine. We were groaning loudly and after Kara came, I shot my load. We kissed for a minute and I pulled out of her.

We sat up and turned and saw her mother staring at us, her mouth hanging open in horror. We didn't know how long she had been there, but she was in fucking shock. I guess I couldn't blame her. She had stumbled in on her 18 year-old daughter fucking a 40 year-old guy.

You don't see that every day.

After the shock wore off, the anger came. Fucking anger. It really ruins everything.

She started screaming at me. Shit, I can't even paraphrase what she said. It was so rambling and nonsensical it could've been in Mandarin. But I did understand a couple of key points she was making.

One, I was a fucking pervert for molesting such a young girl. And two, if I didn't get the fuck out of there, she was calling the cops. I'm just glad she didn't see the wet spot on the couch. Kara and I had spent the entire time on that thing and it was soaked. Almost the entire middle cushion was wet.

I got dressed and left. I could hear Kara really laying into her mom--tail wagging the dog?--as I left.

Yeah, not pleasant. But the fallout had just started.

Kara's mom called her sister--Monica's mom--and asked if Monica had been seen hanging around some "dirty old perv." Monica's mom said no. She had no clue that I--assuming that I was the dirty old perv Kara's mom had referred to--had been sticking it to her daughter.

Now had that been the end of it, it would've been okay. But no. Of course not. After I left their apartment, Kara's mom seized Kara's laptop. And what link did she find bookmarked?

That's right. Confessions Of A Poacher.

Kara broke down and confessed that that it was my page, and mommy started pestering Geocities to take my page down.

Now I've mentioned that I've had this site on Geocities in the past. But back in those days, I was very careful with the content. I wasn't nearly as graphic as I am here on Blogger (which apparently believe strongly in freedom of expression) and didn't post any hardcore pictures, just nudes. No pics of fucking, blowjobs, or girls fingering themselves.

Just nudes. And I didn't even post them there; I posted a link to the pics which we posted on a separate hosting site. Still, Geocities didn't like me and reminded me of this whenever they could. But technically, I was within their guidelines. I walked to the edge of that cliff, but was careful not to slip.

By the time Kara's mom caught me breaking in her new couch, something else had happened. Kara had emailed the link to a couple of guy friends of hers. She didn't mention that she had been fucking the guy behind the site.

And you know how teen guys are. That link got passed around faster than a joint at Woodstock. And Kara's mom knew a lot--and I mean A LOT--of parents at that school. She was a prominent member of the PTA and sent a mass email to hundreds of parents whose kids attended that school warning them about "that sick site".

So we broke in the couch. So what?

And of course, the site was bookmarked on quite a few computers.

Ironically, after Kara had started passing the link around, I received a ton some fan mail. And a lot of it was from teenage boys praising the site and how they envied me and all that. I had to explain to these kids that poaching and sleeping around isn't as easy or glamorous as it seems and to take their approach to sex very seriously. While I thanked them all for the kind words, I also requested that they not come back to the site until they were eighteen, if they weren't already (like that would actually work).

I also received a lot of emails from angry parents. I was called quite a few rather unflattering names. I didn't even bother responding to them and soon took my email off of the site. Of course, it was really a moot point by then, since a lot of angry parents had it.

Geocities was a pain. The admins were tough to deal with due to the subject matter and now I had a bunch of angry parents on my ass. I figured it was time to take down the blog for a self-imposed hiatus.

Now, there was a bright spot in all of this. Not only had that link been passed around to guys, it had been passed along to girls as well. And to top that off, not all of the mothers were pissed. Most were, of course. But some were, shall we say, "intrigued". Every dark cloud has a silver lining. I was able to parlay some of the positive emails I received into some nice encounters. And as with Monica and Kara, I never touched a girl under 18.

A couple of the emails I received from the girls actually said, "Make me famous."

Kara, of course, apologized endlessly for spilling the beans. I assured her that it really wasn't her fault at all and that Geosuckies had been gunning for me for a long time. Hey, if anyone was to blame for the controversy, it was me. I had given her the link in the first place and never said not to pass it around. Out of the three of us, Kara's the one who really got the most grief.

It's not like Kara escaped unscathed. Even though she was 18, her mother put a leash on her under the threat of eviction. Kara's girlfriend also found out and dumped her. That time with Kara was our last time together. After she graduated, she moved in with her father in Indiana.

I really felt bad for Kara. She had a lot of shit thrown at her but didn't blame me a bit.

Ironically, the cute redhead who started it all escaped unscathed. Not that she shouldn't have, just that it's funny that she wriggled through all of it without getting caught. I was really glad at least she didn't suffer any consequences. It was bad enough that Kara had to deal her mother's wrath.

After the dust had settled, the girls and I figured it would be best to go our separate ways. I had to agree. Kara was going to move away and Monica just wanted out.

After about a year, I started a new site on another host. But the bandwidth started costing too much and I shut down Confessions again in 2005. I took a couple of years off from blogging until I signed on with Yahoo in June of 2007. I opened up a 360 page and loaded up and wrote quite a few entries there. When 360 started having so many technical problems, I moved here to Blogger. The funny thing is, like 360, Geocities was a Yahoo! product. But I never had one issue on 360. Go figure.

As for Kara and Monica, I haven't heard from them in years. I kept in touch with both of them for a few weeks after all the fun stopped. But after that, I lost touch with both of them. Both were really great young ladies, though. And I definitely loved their strong personalities. I have no doubt that they've done well for themselves in life, no matter what paths they chose.

They were both wild in bed, that was for sure. But you'd never know it by just talking to and interacting with them. They both had really good heads on their shoulders.

For Kara's pics, click here (members only).