Sex Blog Roundup: Doing It For The Red, White, And Blue

In today's roundup of some of our favorite moments in the sex blog scene this week, our intrepid writers celebrate their lives devoted to group sex, their liberty of having sex in public, and the persuit of the kind of happiness that only a master and his slave can experience ... not to mention the inalienable right to bare asses. Who needs panties when it's so already all hot and sticky outside anyway?

Fire up your pocket rockets and join guest Sex Blog Roundup editrix Viviane of Viviane's Sex Carnival after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Viviane
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Wow in detail (amorphous)

I am pulling her cami down, exposing her breasts and her incredibly sensitive nipples. She is soon moaning loudly as we roar past other cars on the freeway, her beautiful breasts exposed for all who care to see, but few have the wherewithal to peer beneath the skin of the normal world. As is often the way, this grew too tame. I reached down and felt her body trying to burn a hole through her panties and trousers. I worked the zip, and in a flash I discovered that her panties were still at home in their drawer."

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Summer School

Mmmm, there is nothing like morning sex to Me. Your mind is clear and all your senses are fresh from whatever rest you afforded yourself. Into her I push deeper. she's on her back still and I am on My side, which makes our fucking available to schoolgirl's mouth and I order her to lick My shaft and balls while I fuck kink. So, I guess I should say, if there's nothing like morning sex to Me, there's really nothing like morning sex which involved having your dick pumping in and out of one delicious slut's ripe and messy pussy while another slut is slurping up your balls and all along your shaft.

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the power of him

"i want to touch it, i need to feel how hard you are." "you promise not to tell anyone?"

"yes...i promise."

"ok you can touch it."

i wrap my hand around his hardness and like a chain reaction i want to envelope him with my mouth, cunt and ass. all i care about is his arousal and pleasing him.

"can i suck your cock?" i beg. "i want to taste you. will you train me to suck your cock right?"

"oh baby yes, yes i will show you how to please me."

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Yours

Withdrawing slightly, your other hand grabbed the edge of my skirt, shoving up up over my ass. Your groan intensified as your hand traced over the skin next to my silk thong. Your fingers threaded through the soft silk, playing with the fabric, toying with it before yanking them down my legs. Your fingers wasted no time sliding down between my ass cheeks, down to my cunt. Your body was pressing closer, your cock still rubbing against me as your fingers explored me. Moving over and around my cunt, you rubbed and stroked me, each movement forcing my legs wider.

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in which sinclair bottoms

Her kisses made my vision and the palms of my hands blurry and taut. It was hard not to press her shoulders to the bed and ease my thighs between hers, press her knees apart. Tear at her hair. But there was also such sweetness, such precision, such tenderness between us - I wanted that, too, but I wanted more, I wanted to feel her pressing me open from inside, I wanted my cock in her mouth, I wanted, wanted, wanted.

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"I'm doing this because I love you."

I came to the door in a PVC sex-nurse's outfit: a skintight off-white stretch-plastic minidress with snaps down the front. Underneath it I wore a white lace push-up bra, and an old-fashioned white lace girdle with attached garters. I wore my turquoise 9West high heels. I covered my outfit at first with a cream-colored silk robe, but he could see I was up to something. "What are you wearing?" Martin asked. "You just wait," I said.

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Burn Baby Burn

And fuck Tom Petty for being right. The waiting is the hardest part. I force myself to be mute, eyes clenched shut, heart pounding so fast. So loud. If he had started right away, we'd be half-way over by now. My feet would be kicking. I'd be trying to stay still, but failing. I'd be crying, almost begging, instead of being lost here in this horrible zone. This no man's land of misery.

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The Thirteenth Post

She was a Jewish woman in her early forties from the upper middle class. She had lovely Eastern European bone structure that was just slightly weathered, and dark hair. She was sucking my cock in the hotel room chair that her husband had reserved and paid for. He had dropped her off three minutes earlier. It made me feel bold, and I reached down and tore her blouse open. The buttons exploded everywhere and she whimpered. I pulled her head back and kissed her hard on the mouth and twisted a tit in my hand. She hissed in my throat. I slapped her nipple hard and pulled her face back down on my cock. She sucked it like a married woman, slow and deep, with experience.

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See also: Sugasm #86: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

Thumbnail: Bangin' Becky (TGP/preview gallery via Ask Jolene)

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