Shut up LT. Woof

I'm sure many of you have seen me post that in response to LT before.

There's a story behind that. I had this worthless Brittany Spaniel bitch once. Good 'pet', not worth a shit as a bird dog though. She liked to bark though. Anything, and sometimes nothing, and all the time.

I'd yell, "Shut up Ginger!!!."

And she'd go "woof."

I'd say "Shut up Ginger!"

And she'd go "Woof."

Eventually I'd tell her to "Shut up" and all you could see was her jowls puff out.

In her mind as long as she got the last word in, she "won."

And everytime I see LT post I just can't help but think of that fucking dog.

Ishmael

lol, you lose arguments to your dog?

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(The following story is not a work of fiction and is a direct reference to my sexual trysts with my sister. This work contains material of a sexually explicit nature and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen or where such literature is forbidden under law.

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It all started in the late fall of 1953. I was stationed to Thule, Greenland as part of the Air Force detachment there that provided support for the interceptors based there as well as the early warning radar sites. I had enlisted right out of high school and was away from home for the first time.

I formed a great friendship with my formerly estranged sister Shannon. We spent a great deal of time talking, playing pool, the things that young men do while stationed far away from home at an isolated location. After being there two months I received a "Dear John" letter from my cousin and high school girlfriend. I mean, we hadn't had any sex to speak off, heavy petting mostly with a few brief encounters in the back seat of my parents car, but I was devastated by the letter, written so coldly and matter of factly.

Shannon had, unbeknownst to me, been asked by our father to write me. In my loneliness and self pity, the arrival of her letter came as quite a surprise.

Her letter started out quite simply with the obligatory "Dear Douglas" and then went on to talk about little things in her life, our father (the first I know of his involvement in this matter), her school, friends, etc. An innocuous beginning. And I replied in kind. Speaking a little of home, the base, work, and the local environment. Probably quite dull, but some of my loneliness and pain musty have shown through, because she replied.

Shannon and I wrote each other weekly, our letters probably crossing paths somewhere over the reaches of the northwestern Atlantic. Each week I would look forward to her letter with an eagerness that was far out of proportion to the fact that I was corresponding with a lady that I had never met, and never seen. Although I was curious, I had never remembered to ask for her photograph, and she had never asked for mine. We spoke more and more of our inner selves, our desires, dreams, hidden pains, and fantasies. A bond was forming between she and I, whose strength grew with every letter.

By the time my tour of duty was up, we had decided to meet near her home in upstate New York. A small town by the name of Walkhill. I think that we both anticipated what this first meeting would be like, but were filled with doubts too. Fear and exhilaration all together.

I flew from Thule to Goose Bay, Labrador and then on to New York City, where I caught a train to Newburgh, NY. She was waiting at the station with her fathers car. Quite an adventuresome feat for a young lady in those days.

We embraced, me almost trembling with fear and anticipation, while she seemed quite at ease with the situation. I loaded my duffel and we departed the station, driving towards Walkhill. She drove through the sleepy little town to a hilly wooded area near the Aqueduct. She opened the trunk and brought forth a picnic basket and handing the basket to me, then led me by the hand to a hill overlooking the most beautiful field of summer wild flowers I had ever seen. She took the basket from me and opened it to retrieve a blanket which she spread upon the ground on a level spot on the hillside.

We lay back and talked while gazing into one an other's eyes. She was the most enchanting creature I had ever seen. Soft flowing brown hair, deep expressive brown eyes, a complexion seen only in the 'high fashion' magazines, and a figure to make a mans mouth water. Not voluptuous, but proportioned well with all the curves gently blending, one to the next. She smelled of soap and the wildflowers that surrounded us. And her voice was as melodious as the gentle breeze that occasionally brought her scent to me.

I couldn't help myself. She was my sister, for God's sake! But.. but after being stationed for son long in a place as remote as Greenland, I could not help myself. I leaned forward and kissed her. At first tentative, fearing that she would spurn my advances; after all, we were sister and brother. But then, to my surprise and delight, she kissed me back, her lips soft and gentle.

All sense of guilt melted away as our kiss deepened; we both opened our lips, sending our tongues into one an other's mouth, softly probing and tasting. Feeling the texture of each other. The inside of her lips, her teeth, her tongue. All moving in a harmony that was unplanned, but so sensuous. A slight moan must have escaped us both, I know that it did her and we moved closer. Her breast to mine, her hips to mine. Pressing, trying to get ever closer to each other. I couldn't get enough of her, but was still fearful of frightening her. I moved to the base of her ear and kissed my way down her neck to her collar bone and back again as her thrust her breasts towards me and she began to sigh with her head thrown back.

All at once she separated from me and look me deeply in the eyes for just a second. I was paralyzed with fear that I had somehow offended her. She stood up then reached behind her to unzip her dress, all the while looking into my eyes. As she removed her dress, I stood and started removing my clothing. Although I had never been unclothed with a woman before, especially in broad daylight, this was so natural and right. She removed her bra (and thank God that she did, I was always a fumble fingers with those damnable little hooks that hold them in place) and revealed to me the most beautiful pair of breasts that I had ever seen. Upright and so firm. I was busy with my shoes and socks (there is no way a man can remove these with grace) as she removed her panties. I was still removing my pants and shorts as she laid back down on the blanket and raised her arms to me.

I sank into her embrace as a drowning sailor sinks in the sea. Welcoming the embrace of his lover, but frightened of the unknown. As we once again embraced and kissed I recall how she was so excited, but at the same time somehow calm. An inner patience radiated from her that told me to "slow down" too. I once again allowed my lips to travel down her neck, to her breast bone and eventually to one of her breasts. As I ran my tongue around her nipple and alternately suckled her, she gently placed her hands on the back of my head, as it I were a baby that she was helping guide to her breast, and she was. First to one nipple, then the other. I needed to experience all of this woman so I trailed my kisses and tongue touches lower. Now, I have to say here that up to this time I had never performed oral sex. I had heard about it, you know "eating pussy" and the other barracks slang terms, but had not ever really 'done' it.

I continued lower until my tongue encountered the top of her sex. I remember her smell to this day, a musk mingled with the smell of the wild flowers that surrounded us. Enticing and exciting. I licked her from the bottom of her sex to the top, slowly and gently. She rewarded me with a gentle moan and an arching of her hips. Her hands were once more upon my head, and with gentle pressures guided me to those spots and those actions that seemed to please her the most. And I watched as her sex began to swell and open before my eyes. Like a beautiful flower being nurtured into full bloom. All the while providing me with the nectar of her being. A liquid at once salty, and sweet, and musky, and all the flavors of a woman in full bloom. And at the center of her was a bud that would bring jealousy to the most glorious rose. As she guided me, her reactions became stronger. I looked up at her, her chest and breasts became flushed, as did her face. She would occasionally raise her head and shake it slowly back and forth, her hair gently swaying in time to the rises of her hips.

She opened her eyes and looked down and me and said, "It's time Doug, the time has come." She didn't have to explain further.

I began my advance back up her body, sliding slowly until we were eye to eye once more and she whispered "Enter me my love." I kissed her deeply as my manhood slipped easily into my sibling. No clumsy groping, a perfect alignment of our bodies. Our kiss broke and we once more gazed into each others eyes as I began to stroke into her. With each of my strokes she seemed to open herself more to me, her legs wrapped around the back of my legs. Her rhythm matching mine as I slowly stroked inside her. Both of our breathing became faster as our passion built. I raised myself above her, as you would do with your arms fully extended while doing push-ups and looked into her eyes as she returned my gaze.

That's when she said "Now." Gently telling me to join her. She drew her knees up and out crossing her ankles behind my back, allowing me to penetrate to her very depths, the tip of my manhood resting against her cervix, the mouth of her womb. As my climax overtook me, I froze in place, no longer stroking, but allowing the tip of my penis to rest against her cervix. And as the first spurt of my seed entered her, she cried softly "Oh , oh" , Her eyes half closed and she contracted and dipped her cervix into my growing pool of seed, rubbing her cervix against me as she did so. My sister responded to each new flood of semen from me with a small cry and a contraction.

Time had stood still for me, I don't even think that I was breathing. As she used her cervix to stimulate me to produce more semen for her, I was shaken to my core, for along with my seed she was drawing from me my soul. All of my pain, and loneliness, and every hurt and injustice that I had ever suffered. She was taking this into her self, and changing it, refining it, and giving me back myself without the pain and all the other negative feelings that I had harbored. This may have taken a second or an eternity, I had now way of knowing. But I did know that something very wondrous had just happened.

With the passing of the peak of our passion, I was still raised above her, looking into her eyes. She said "Put your weight on me Doug." I lowered myself to my elbows, not wanting to do anything to injure this precious jewel and she said "No, Doug, put all your weight upon me." She pulled me down with her arms until my full weight rested upon her and as the tension left my body, I could feel her vagina softly contract, and as she continued with these small milkings of me, I could feel more semen leaking from me into her and could once again marvel at the wondrous change that she was working on me. I felt as if I were melting through her, into her and being purified as I did so. Her wisdom in these matters was not to be denied.

And in that purification, I understood that this was much more than the union of two people, or of two souls. That this was the beginning of the creation of two more beings. The being that was to become us, and the being that was to become my first born nephew.

Or was that my son?

Who knows? Who cares?

bill-pix-trade said:

lol, you lose arguments to your dog?

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That one always got the last word in.

Ishmael

Ishmael said:

That one always got the last word in.

Ishmael

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Sounds like my wifes old dog. I swear she was saying fuck you under her breath as we would walk away.

Ishmael loses arguments to his dog all the time.

LT I hate these kinds of alts. Even if they are clever and funny.

bill-pix-trade said:

Sounds like my wifes old dog. I swear she was saying fuck you under her breath as we would walk away.

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Do you know how frightening the thought that there may be as many people like that as dogs is?

Wifey's dog was a bitch too? HHhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.

Ishmael

Ishmael said:

Do you know how frightening the thought that there may be as many people like that as dogs is?

Wifey's dog was a bitch too? HHhhhhhmmmmmmmmm.

Ishmael

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My wife is cool, I love her. Her dog was ok just a ack talker.

But you are right about the rest.

bill-pix-trade said:

LT I hate these kinds of alts. Even if they are clever and funny.

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Ever been down the business district along Wilshire st in Los Angeles? There are a lot of homeless bums out there who like to yell "Shut up!" at you as you walk by...

bill-pix-trade said:

My wife is cool, I love her. Her dog was ok just a ack talker.

But you are right about the rest.

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Read between the lines.

Ishmael's wife is his dog.

bill-pix-trade said:

My wife is cool, I love her. Her dog was ok just a ack talker.

But you are right about the rest.

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I was hoping you wouldn't say that about the rest.

Geez, it looks like LT is letting his O/C side merge with the MPD side. This could get interesting.

Should I take him off ignore?

Nah, not that interesting.

Ishmael

Hmmmmm! I bet you won. Better yet, win yourself down.

1shmael said:

Ever been down the business district along Wilshire st in Los Angeles? There are a lot of homeless bums out there who like to yell "Shut up!" at you as you walk by...

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Nope can't say that I have, but I can take a hint.

Ishmael said:

I was hoping you wouldn't say that about the rest.

Geez, it looks like LT is letting his O/C side merge with the MPD side. This could get interesting.

Should I take him off ignore?

Nah, not that interesting.

Ishmael

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Sorry, but you hung a slider.

bill-pix-trade said:

Sorry, but you hung a slider.

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Have to talk to Manu about the damn email notifications.

Ishmael

bill-pix-trade said:

Nope can't say that I have, but I can take a hint.

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You'd shut up if a street bum yelled "shut up"? Most people would laugh at him and keep on talking.

1shmael said:

You'd shut up if a street bum yelled "shut up"? Most people would laugh at him and keep on talking.

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Did I say that? No, I was assuming... fuck this why am I talking to this thing?

I think LT is trying to tell us through his alt that his sister is a bitch. Or was he telling his parent's story?

phrodeau said:

I think LT is trying to tell us through his alt that his sister is a bitch. Or was he telling his parent's story?

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Dude, why do you come alive whenever LT is mentioned? It is almost a guarantee that you will respond. What's the issue with you? Make you feel superior?

Digging_Deep said:

Dude, why do you come alive whenever LT is mentioned? It is almost a guarantee that you will respond. What's the issue with you? Make you feel superior?

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Gee, why did you come alive to tell me that?

He's an asshole that needs wiping.

Digging_Deep said:

Dude, why do you come alive whenever LT is mentioned? It is almost a guarantee that you will respond. What's the issue with you? Make you feel superior?

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Phrodeau is angry as fuck because he accused me of misogyny and I challenged him to show one post by me that puts down women. He failed to come up with anything and I never let him live it down.

Since then he's always been my angry little puppy dawg.

Kinda like Ishmael...

phrodeau said:

Gee, why did you come alive to tell me that?

He's an asshole that needs wiping.

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But then that makes you an asswipe. For free, no less...

LovingTongue said:

But then that makes you an asswipe. For free, no less...

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If I am, then I've got the better of you.

You post misogynistic crap more times than I care to count, and you use alts to do it. You've admitted it as well. You think just because you put some other name to it that you can pretend it doesn't come from you.

phrodeau said:

If I am, then I've got the better of you.

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By being my asswiper?

You post misogynistic crap more times than I care to count

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Then you can at least post one example, right?

, and you use alts to do it.

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I only repost the shit they've said to expose them to the general public.
It's called mockery, dumbass, and you and only you believe otherwise.

No one else agrees with you. Why? Because you're an idiot.

You've admitted it as well. You think just because you put some other name to it that you can pretend it doesn't come from you.

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Well, it doesn't come from me.
I don't post that crap to agree with it, I post it to make people angry at the fucker who originally wrote it.

Who else besides you is insane enough to believe I have any other motive?

Or are you so ignorant that you don't understand what mockery is?