A properly raised and socialized Dad will be perfectly comfortable cohabiting with Lesbians. It would be like releasing bears at a country club. As a former timber-harvester… I feel this is potentially accurate in theory. But highly improbable in actuality. The misconception is that Lumberjacks are a social species because of how they often work and live together.
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Matt smiled, knowing that when he remembered it later, Albert would be very unhappy that Matt hadn't told him everything about Gloria in the locker room. Albert's round face was still stunned. She took a moment on each button, her fingers stroking the edge before sliding it from the hole. Amanda seemed frozen in place. He could see the glimmer of understanding in Albert's eyes. It was one of the few times Matt thought they truly were related. That Albert and Amanda were brother and sister wouldn't matter worth shit to Albert.
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Just like the jeers of his team mates for turning Gloria down, Matt was secure in his own sexuality to take a few comments from the coach. His gaze roved the crows of high school football players. It was not a kind look. Keep your damn eyes off the cheerleaders, your cocks in your pants, and the booze out of your gullets.
Only when you learn self discipline will you be able to even approach kissing distance of a title. The door to Speerman's office slammed shut behind him. As one the football team let out a collective sigh. The team's very talented freshman kicker socked Matt in the shoulder. She lifted her knee length skirt and flashed the team a peek at her red furred pussy.
But Gloria shook her head. I'll be waiting out by the lockers. Matt finished drying off, finished dressing, and left the guy's locker room. He'd have a story to tell tonight! His friends, Albert and Amanda, were waiting for him at the hole in the fence at the far side of the football field. Matt grinned at them both. Amanda was younger than Albert by only ten months. Yet she was taller, rail thin, and prone to gothic makeup. To the casual observer it would appear as if Amanda were leaning against the support pole of the fence.
But she was not with only an inch or so between her body and the metal. Amanda was all about appearances, and fitting the roles others saw her in. By contrast her brother, Albert, was truly leaning against the fence. His short, round, body was pressing back into the chain links.
Every time Albert breathed in with that little cough he had at the end, the whole fence rattled. It was just another way Albert tried to come across as normal and blend in with the crowd, but failed miserably at doing so. At least this time Matt was the only onlooker to see how Albert fared. Are you a virgin? She was chewing gum and popped it now. The color of her gum - bright pink - matched the color of her pig tails.
Albert's gaze snapped to his sister, his mouth hanging open. Amanda seemed frozen in place. Her hands and legs trembled. She'd worn a thin white blouse to school today and a bright pink bra underneath. Still, at Matt's words, two dime sized bumps pressed out the front of her shirt. Matt posed there, his breath stirring across Amanda's sensitive skin.
Amanda was a true goth and courted the deeper aspects of the lifestyle. Like wearing the same perfume her grandmamma had worn when still alive. Matt inhaled Amanda's scent, easily discerned the truth between the man made fragrance and the natural scent rising off of Amanda's skin. When Matt spoke it was too low for Albert to hear, "Unbutton your blouse.
Show your brother your bra. Despite the mix of fear and arousal rushing through her, Amanda tugged the blouse from her knee length skirt, and began unbuttoning from the hem up. She took a moment on each button, her fingers stroking the edge before sliding it from the hole. Amanda was a sensation slut and the soft strokes were as much sensory foreplay as well as visual art. At last, when she stood with the two sides of her blouse just barely touching, she stopped.
Amanda was breathing hard. Matt looked behind him. School was out, the students long gone, the afternoon light failing. But he didn't want to take the chance of getting caught doing this on school grounds. She started to button her shirt up again. Then, "Here, take my books. Her blouse gaped open for a moment, giving Albert a tantalizing view of her creamy mounds supported by the lacy bright pink bra.
She turned away, books plastered to her skin, and led the two friends into the woods. There's that small clearing a few yards in. Nobody'll see us there. He shot Albert a look. Albert's round face was still stunned. Matt knew that once Albert's shock wore off he'd be both pissed that his sister was willing to do so much for so few words. And he'd want a bit of the action himself. That Albert and Amanda were brother and sister wouldn't matter worth shit to Albert.
Not when it meant a free titty feel in his hands when he'd only had porno to go by before this. Matt knew all about Albert's online habits thanks to Amanda's sneaky ways. They stopped at the clearing.
Amanda waited, eyes on Matt's face. Don't let them get dirty. She was careful to set her bag on the ground and to set Matt's books on top of her bag. The small tremor was back in her hands. Amanda's eyes flew to her brother. She stared, shock making their luminous blue even brighter.
But you turned eighteen last weekend, Amanda. What did you think I was going to do after two years of talking about your future? You need to know who you really belong to. His chest puffed up with masculine pride. Albert's eyes roamed Amanda's form. He was pleased to see that, despite her fear, Amanda shed the cloth at once. Her nipples were hard, dusky points pushing out the lace of her bright pink bra.
His voice came out whiney from need. But Amanda didn't move. Her gaze remained on Matt's face. Matt tapped his thigh once. Amanda's shoulders went back, her chest up, her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze down to the ground. Albert chortled at this. This time he sounded like a child clapping at the sight of a spinning top on a sunny kitchen floor. When Amanda didn't move, Albert's expression turned confused.
How do I do that? He even hunched his shoulders. She scurried at once to do so. Be a man. He could see the glimmer of understanding in Albert's eyes. Albert licked his lips. His gaze went from Matt to Amanda and back. She had her blouse buttoned up before Albert got the nerve to speak up.
Amanda swooped down. She gathered Matt's books and her book bag up. We can't do anything there! There wasn't anyone in the field. This time. Matt set the pace through the woods. They found the shortcut the fastest way to their neighborhood.
The trees parted suddenly and the woods dumped them two blocks from Albert and Amanda's home. Matt lived three blocks past that. Albert pumped his legs, trying to keep up. How many of those qualities do you have? He was holding his side. Matt spun Albert around. He looked at Amanda who stumbled to a stop a few feet away. Amanda's face was flushed. Matt waited. He opened his mouth to give the command again when Albert said, "Take off your panties. Her legs were trembling again. She shifted all the books into the crook of one arm and reached down, lifted up the hem of her skirt.
Amanda caught her fingers on the leg of her panties and used her hold on just that pinch of cloth to work her panties down over her pale, slim hips and to her knees.
Whether Amanda intended to or not she gave both friends a few moment's look at the silky black hair covered pussy. Then she was pushing her panties down over past her knees and stepped out of white triangles of cloth one foot at a time. Albert's eyes shinned from his chubby face. I want em. Amanda's not going to put any panties on tonight. Not even after she showers.
When you sit down to dinner Albert, you'll know she's naked under her pants. Amanda's expression was as stunned as her brother's expression. It was one of the few times Matt thought they truly were related. Matt continued, "Before you go down to dinner tonight Amanda will make a special trip to your bedroom. Amanda will unzip her pants and pull them down to show you she's naked.
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I attended my first Log Show over the weekend. There were lumberjacks. They were so cute. I am totally gonna borrow one for an imaginary romp. It was a large crowd. Of drunk people. The type of drunk people that attend the Annual Log Show — the biggest event in a small town. A giant blow-up soccer ball landed on my head, followed by the spray of a water balloon landing inches beside me.
Disoriented, I turned to see what had struck me and ran right into him. He was tall. He was wearing a black t-shirt that stretched over his well-formed biceps and suspenders holding up his jeans. I recognized him as one of the cute lumberjacks competing in the log show.
I was wearing sunglasses. He was still holding me. He probably could have let go a few seconds ago…. He led me through the crowd, occasionally returning offers of high fives and victory signs. Sitting on the toilet in the crowded restroom, I silently imagined all sorts of things I would do to that young man.
I came. I can do that. With a sigh, I finished up and reassembled myself. Washing my hands, I looked up in the mirror and put my sunglasses up on my head. Using my middle fingers, I wiped the smudged eyeliner from underneath my eyes, then ran my fingers through the water again. Please note. This was totally made the fuck up. I did not meet a lumberjack. I did meet a lumberjack clown, and he was nice, but not THAT nice. Polyammering is written by Phoebe Philips, a freelance blogger who writes about kink, sex, relationships, polyamory from the monogamous perspective, personal growth and politics.
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