Memories Of A Goldfish

Researchers in Canada surveyed 2,000 participants and studied the brain activity of 112 others using electroencephalograms (EEGs). Microsoft found that since the year 2000 (or about when the mobile revolution began) the average attention span dropped from 12 seconds to eight seconds.

“Heavy multi-screeners find it difficult to filter out irrelevant stimuli — they’re more easily distracted by multiple streams of media,” the report read.

T he average attention span for the notoriously ill-focused goldfish is nine seconds, but according to a new study from Microsoft Corp., people now generally lose concentration after eight seconds. Memoirs of a Goldfish is a very cute humorous tale - an award winning story, well conceived and orchestrated. However, don’t be duped into thinking that both Memoirs of a Hamster and Memoirs of a Parrot are of the same caliber. Their plots are distressing and the language is rough making them inappropriate for young minds.

On the positive side, the report says our ability to multitask has drastically improved in the mobile age.

Microsoft theorized that the changes were a result of the brain’s ability to adapt and change itself over time and a weaker attention span may be a side effect of evolving to a mobile Internet.

The survey also confirmed generational differences for mobile use; for example, 77% of people aged 18 to 24 responded “yes” when asked, “When nothing is occupying my attention, the first thing I do is reach for my phone,” compared with only 10% of those over the age of 65.

In the book, Memiors of a Goldfish, the goldfish takes you through a 14-day journey in its life. Some days are only a one-sentence description of the day, while others are a few paragraphs. Start a journal in the space provided below, and continue on the back, or other paper if you wish. Book of the Day: Memoirs of a Goldfish A goldfish tells about his days of swimming around his bowl as it slowly fills with fish and other things. Will there still be enough room for goldfish? Create an Epic account to access these and more! They found that subjects in a more negative mood were less likely to recall false memories implanted previously (Storbeck and Clore, 2005). Eyewitness testimony: memories in court. The discovery of false memories has had wide-reaching implications, particularly in court cases, where accurate eyewitness testimonies are essential.

And now congratulate yourself for concentrating long enough to make it through this article.

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Part One of The Woodenhorse Trilogy -- Chapter 1

This story must be considered fiction since much is hearsay and might be found to be illegal. Therefore it never happened.

I am Paula. Currently I am 22 years old but when I began this story I was about 18 years of age. Many things have been skipped or abbreviated but essentially everything here has happened pretty much as it is told of.

I am a high school senior that is ready for my high school prom. I have been planning on this event for several years. I am 5 foot 10 and have a passable figure of a 36D bust line and weight of 140. I have dark blond hair and some people say I am pretty but I sometimes think people are being kind although boys do look a lot at me but very few ask me for dates.

I have 2 very close friends that I have known since before grade school. Rebecca who is a bit smaller than I at 5 foot 4 inches, and Randy who is about 5 foot 9.

We are very familiar with each other's bodies so sex is not unfamiliar to any of us. We have always played together in private since preschool without clothes. We have practiced oral sex almost from the beginning while growing up and anal sex since we were about 11. None of us has experienced vaginal sex because of a pact we have had between ourselves and with our parents to not have any vaginal sex until our senior proms.The event is just before our 18th birthdays but only by a week or 2.Over the last year we have joined with others of a like persuasion that we have decided who would be the ones we would have sex with on our Prom night.

One of the newest fashion fads caught my eye and I think it would be a lotof fun. I saw a pair of new/old jeans that had strategically placed holesand tears the edges of the holes and tears looking like they had beenwashed a dozen times. Some of the girls were apparently wearing them without anything underneath. I asked my mom if I could buy some butshe told me to look at the price tag and I changed my mind. They were over $200. She told me I could wear them although I might look like somekind of slut. I took this as a challenge. I asked my uncle Bob about ifthere was any way I could convert some tight jeans to something really doggy.

He thought about it a couple of minutes and had an idea.

'Could you tolerate a brief thong underneath?' He asked.

'Maybe! Although a lot of them I've seen might not be too comfortable.' I replied.

'Lets have a look at a pair that's old and maybe a bit tight for you.' Heimmediately came back. 'I think I have an idea that you wouldn't get arrested for wearing but you'd definitely look hot wearing them.'

I had a pair that was about 2 years old and I could just fit into them. Theywere pretty faded and worn. I handed them to him. He asked me for arazor knife or an artist knife to do some cutting.

I had an Exacto knife and got it for him. He told me to put them on so Iwent into my bedroom and slipped into them and zipped them up. Theybarely fit.

I came out and he told me to spread my legs with my feet about a footapart. He had a washable marker in his hand. I posed for him and he wentto work. He made a circle on my left rear pocket on the lower part. Hemade a couple of marks on my legs and the right knee. Then he told me to sit down and spread my legs. I did as he told me. Then he looked at mycrotch below the seam of the zipper and made a couple of lines in front ofand behind the leg seams. He told me to take off the jeans. I started to goback to the bedroom and he told me not to bother. He wouldn't jump me.

So I did. And he didn't.

He carefully looked at the weave of the pants and slowly and carefully began cutting the threads in the crotch and around the other marks that he had made. He explained that with the holes and threads being cut theway they were I would have better modesty cover than a mini-skirt. Iwould look almost like a slut down on her luck. Or at worst a rich prickteaser.

'That's what I want!'

'For school where you would not be sitting up but probably slouching you should wear a thong. Either flesh colored, a pink one, or a red one.' Hesaid. 'On second thought even a black one or one to match your hair.'

I thought about it for a couple of milliseconds and knew exactly what one Iwould wear.

He continued to trim the pants until all of the marks were addressed in one manner or another. He tore the left rear pocket but left it hanging on2 sides. It was open on one side and part of the bottom. The 1-inch holewas fully exposing at the dimple of my butt.

He told me to toss them into the washer and the extra threads would comeout. I did and in an hour they were done.

I tried them on but he told me to put on the thong. I did but I was excitedand gave him a full view as I did. About half the threads on the crotchwere missing but the crosswise threads were still there. With the holesand the new tears the pants fit really good and were perfectly form fitting.When I sat in my typical slouch, my crotch was nearly covered but thethong finished the job.

'Now if you were to have occasion to play with yourself you could have unobstructed access. But be careful though cause the threads are not really strong and they could let go although the seams should hold everything together.' Uncle Bob told me.

I gave him a kiss and told him 'Thanks Uncle Bob. I knew you would understand.'

I called My best friend Rebecca and told her I had some new jeans that were totally HOT! The 1 inch hole in the back pocket had grown to about2 inches with the washing and it's position was very comfortable. Mydimple shown in the very center of it. The jeans covered everything that Iwanted to cover but gave fairly limited access to my vaginal area. As hesaid, 'If I wanted to play with myself I could.' The thong was not inevidence although if I sat laid back a little, you could see it and it lookedlike I had a real thin bush there. In reality I was shaved.

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I had been messing around with some inks that I had collected of various colors when I spilled some on my bed. One of them, A dark blue only got lighter when I washed the bedding. One of the others, a bright reddish orange seemed to disappear when it was washed and no sign of it was seen again. I experimented further and the Reddish did not come out easily on further applications except when I used the particular soap that my mom used with the wash.

This is what I was looking for. I put a little bit on my nipples to see if they would wash off with only sweat and use. After 2 days none rubbed off on my bra or my nipples but when I put a little of the soap on it and a little water it went away. I had taken 2 showers and it had not changed its darkness or brightness. I think this is just the kind of ink for a little body painting and maybe a little firmer lip coloring. I tried my lips and washed it off after a few minutes to make sure it would not turn permanent. It came right off.

I finished the job and looked in the mirror it wasn't too bad although it would be interesting how it survived. I put some more on my nipples to match and the areola for effect. I found that I had to wear a heavy bra to cover the color contrast but decided I wanted to try it for a while. The effect was amazing when I wasn't wearing anything on them or even a t-shirt. They really showed up.

About me a little! I am a 17-year old girl. I think I have a pretty decent figure at 5 foot 9 inches tall with 36D breasts and I weigh 139 pounds. I am fairly athletic and am told I am pretty. I have always been somewhat of a tomboy but I also think of myself as a pretty fair woman.

This last spring I was invited to the senior prom, I was a junior, by one of the very popular boys at school but things were not quite right and when he expected me to go to a motel room with another couple on our first date after the dance, I left and called a taxi. He had let me have no say about it and no warning or no romance, just let's hop into the sack and fuck. It was just as well cause I found out that he had cameras set up to record his escapades. He figured since I was not of the upper crust socially he could do what he felt like. 2 weeks later he was busted as being a kingpin in a school cocaine ring.

I called my friend, Rebecca, and told her about the ink thing and she wanted to see what it looked like. I rode my bike over to her house that was about 8 blocks away. She had to stay home that afternoon as her dad was expecting a parcel delivery.

Her neighbor, Randy, six month younger than either of us, was helping her with a modeling project. Rebecca was trying to do a small male sculpture and he was asked to be the model. I was surprised when I went in the back door and they were working in the family room with him naked.

She was working on the sculpture with the large neck of her summer dress cradling her 34B breasts. They assured me that they had not done anything but look at each other with her delicately forming the not so miniature penis and balls.

Her nipples were like corks so I could tell that she was having thoughts. She liked at my lips and said. 'OOO neat color! Can we see more?'

I hesitated a moment and Randy said, 'No biggie you see all of me.' I looked at his half erect cock and replied. 'True!' As I untied the belt on my short dress and flipped it off, leaving only my full panties.

Rebecca was first to reply with a 'Pretty'! as she reached over to touch me and look at the nipples closer.

'Watch it!' But it was too late I had clay covered boobs. She turned and grabbed a wet towel to clean her hands and to wipe me clean.Randy looked and said. 'I could lick those off!' With a grin he waited until Rebecca was done.

'Randy, you are a true gentleman. Go ahead and look closely, touch if you must.' I had been watching his cock start to rise. As he look and fondled each and gave each nipple a kiss. I held his cock as it continued to get hard. 'OK back to work now. Rebecca his cock is bigger now so you shouldn't have too much trouble with it's shape right?' Randy blushed and stood back on his pedestal.

Rebecca asked if I still had more of the ink. I showed her the 8-ounce bottle of it and she said. 'Can you put some on my nipples and lips for me?'

I assured her I could and knelt to do her like me as she worked on the little statue.

'You know, you could go a little further and touch up the area just inside of my Vagina with it for me.' Said Rebecca.

'Right now?' I replied.

'Of course!' she said. 'Randy has seen me before and you could probably color the end of his cock if you do it right. Nobody ever sees it but me and you.'

'Are you about done with your sculpting right now?' I asked. 'The 2 foot doll looked finished to me.'

'Yes. We will have to clean up pretty soon. Mom will get home in about an hour, and the delivery man is supposed to get here any minute.'

As if on cue the front doorbell rang and Rebecca slipped her breasts inside her blouse, and went to the door. Randy relaxed and his cock was slowly growing softer. Rebecca got back dropping the box on the sofa.

Randy said you guys had better hurry and paint my cock because I have to go pretty quick. We both looked at him and told him ok but we had to clean it off first. Rebecca was quicker and she grabbed him and devoured his cock licking it and swallowing it as she could. I slipped off my panties and let him clean off my already aroused clit and vagina with the best cunt licking I ever had (always). He came quickly so I never got a chance to suck him although I came all over his face. We laughed about it as I took out the brush and painted his still enlarged Ganz.

He was satisfied and Rebecca settled down and spread her legs exposing her vagina. She showed me where she wanted to color her opening. 'Just the areas that are covered when my legs are closed, although if the labia is exposed, it can be colored as well.'

'That will look sexy and won't show with your Bikini or thong.'

'That is the general idea!' Said Rebecca, smiling.

It took about 3 minutes to do the job and then I opened myself to them and said. 'My turn!' The brush strokes were tantalizing and I could barely contain myself in the excitement.

The phone rang. It was for Randy to head home. He quickly put his clothes on and headed home.

We did the same, although I put my panties in my pocket. I left for the 4-minute ride home. All the way home I was thinking about how to show off my ornamentation. The bicycle seat on my bare pussy felt amazing as it always did when I rode the bike.

Mom had just gotten home as I rolled up. She was cool. She is a very pretty lady although her and my dad had been divorced for about 10 years. They were still friendly but dad had a drinking problem and she would not abide with that. She commented on my lip-gloss. She thought it was a very good color and just kind of set off my normally very light skin tones even though I was already getting a solid foundation of suntan.

We had a light dinner and she had brought up a little item she had heard about that day at work. 'There might be a nude bike ride tonight. It is supposed to be about 2 hours and start just up the street at one of the dance clubs. Only if the temperature is above 60 degrees though.'

'Can we go?' I asked.

I had found that there were several of the night people that regularly rode through the neighborhoods naked after midnight because kids were not about since it was after curfew.

I am 5 foot 9 inches so any police just mistake me for an adult even though I am a year short. I spotted a couple riding nude a couple of blocks from the house and had talked to them about why they do it and when. The man and the woman told me they each enjoyed it, they kind of are out shopping, and they like showing off. They were not worried about being recognized since the nudity itself and the bike helmets made it so anyone that saw them did not look at the faces. If they returned in 2 minutes dressed and stopped and talked to anyone that saw them they would not be recognized.

Tonight I had spotted them and was trying to catch up with them. They had covered 4 blocks and I had covered 5. I had pulled my zipper on my jersey down exposing my breasts and it felt lovely. Mother nature is a great masseur. Finally I had caught them after we had passed a police car that they had waved to the officer and he had waved back. I don't know if he had really looked at them or was just used to seeing them. I waved with my 36d's showing in the street light and he just looked and continued doing whatever he was doing. We greeted each other and they noticed me.

'Decided to join us for a bit?'

I told them 'Yes until I learn their route and the ins and outs of going the wrong ways on 1-way streets and between streets on paths that would foil following automobiles.'

They agreed on that point but suggested that I might enjoy it better while riding with them if I at least shed the jersey. It was ballooning and would rapidly slow me down with fatigue. It was acting like a big sail. We turned a corner and stopped and I removed my jersey. I still had my shorts on and since I was still not totally sold on the complete public au naturale thing I told them that was for later. We went another block and another rider joined us.

This one was a young guy that I think is in his mid 20's. He would ride with us until they turned on a leg making a square route. He was actually going to work at a warehouse across town. He complimented me on my form tonight. I complimented him on his as he was sporting an almost fully aroused cock. I could only see it occasionally if the light was just right by the street lighting.

We were joined by 3 more riders, 2 women and a man. They were in their 40's or late 30's. He was kind of portly but was trying hard. He told us all that he had lost another 5 pounds this last week. He said he was trying to loose about 60 so he would be feeling and looking fit by the end of the riding season. One of the other women told him he would have to do more than just ride to do that. We chuckled.

Within a mile we had accumulated another 6 people, about evenly mixed between men and women. One of the other women remarked that if I was worried about exposing myself, I could use some black water based spray paint and it would look like my shorts.

Another woman said but only for a bit because sweat would make the paint rub off and highlight everything I wanted to cover. If I removed my shorts nothing would show anyway because my bum would be against the seat.

By this time I was getting warm and I told them when we stopped a moment I would peal them off. We made a deviation from the street we were on and made a stop at a red traffic light. I was in the middle of a very well lit intersection with the others around me as I dismounted and pulled off my shorts, stuffing them in my bike bag with my jersey. I quickly threw my leg up and over the bar and remounted the bike when the light turned. It felt really exhilarating to be riding all the way nude.

The seat was slippery as I pedaled and I kept oozing moisture with arousal to near orgasm levels. One of the women suggested I tilt my seat back slightly as I kept slipping too far forward. I told her that I would do it after I got back home as I did not have any tools for that here. We were riding through a quiet neighborhood and the rider who was going to work told me he had the tools and would fix it for me.

We passed the word that we were going to make an adjustment and the group said they would slow down so we could catch up. 4 of us stopped and got off our bikes the, young guy was fully enlarged by now but he quickly loosened the bolt and moved the seat one notch under the streetlight. I tried it and it still wasn't right. I got off again. He was grinning as I had mounted and dismounted with his head right next to the saddle and giving him a full face view of my opened pussy. He chuckled.

A policeman pulled up in his car and asked if there was any trouble. We told him it was a minor adjustment to the bike, and he continued on. So did we. The warehouseman parted company with one of the women in about 3 blocks and we turned to follow the rest of the group. We were back together in another 6 blocks and I was almost ready to lose it. I was not slipping off the nose any longer. I was comfortable and I was hovering just short of an orgasm. I had heard what they were but I had never had one like this one. A couple of the women noted my situation and asked that we slow down a little until I recovered. One of the women and one of the guys guided my bike straight as I let out a full squeal as I gushed all over the bike. I was ready to pedal again in about 2 minutes. They all got a good laugh out of it. They said that most women have that experience 2-5 times when they start riding nude. Either they will have to get a regular sex partner or quit riding after a bit. 2 of the women said they had found their partners on the ride. I thought it was real interesting that in spite of minor mentions of sex, nobody talked about sex so far. I thanked the 2 riders that had guided me during my orgasm and told them I felt much better now.

Another group of 12 riders joined us, or we joined them within the next mile. This group was also about evenly balanced by sex. There were 2 black men and 4 black women in this group. They were interesting in that as some of the women said they were shopping. I realized what they were shopping for. The black men did not have larger (or smaller) organs than the oriental or the whites in the whole group. After we had covered about 15 miles I noticed that I was nearly home and turned off about 3 blocks away. The streets were well lit but I was happy. I saw no one that I recognized and I arrived home without incident. I was hoping that tomorrow night the weather would be as good. I entered the house and went and woke up mom and told her about the ride of my life.

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Mom was a little upset that I had done most of the midnight ride completely in the nude instead of just with the open jersey. Of course she was glad that I had been able to do the whole thing and was able to make it home unharmed. She explained that she would have liked to do it with me after she admitted that she had known that it was fairly commonplace in our city for the summertime rides to happen at all. To be commonplace had never been really discussed. Her next day off would be in 3 days so we were hoping that the weather would be nice for the next week or so. If it was she promised that she would like to try it with me.

'We would be an awesome couple on the rides.' I said with a grin.

Mom had a good figure and was quite top heavy at 38 years old, 5 foot 6, with a 44DD bust line. She was very trim but she had tremendous boobs, and they were all hers. She asked me if there was anyone that I did not feel I wanted to go on the ride, or with us, or anyone that I knew that I would feel I would especially want to have along to ride with us. I thought about it but the only one would be uncle Bob. He would be fun to have along but in spite of being fit enough, was kind of old and my aunt Betty would not care for the idea. He knew how to fix bikes blindfolded and was always very understanding of things I wanted to do.

Mom said, 'Yes it would be a long shot but he would be completely trustworthy to have along. Do you know anyone younger that you might think would be friendly or susceptible to an invite?'

I thought about it and suggested maybe Rebecca and Randy. Both of them I had known forever and always from earliest memories had always played together. None of us had ever worn clothes together while playing in our back yards until we went to kindergarten together.

Mom suggested I could talk to them tomorrow and they could make up their mind. 'If necessary, I can talk to either of their parents if they let the genie out of the bottle and ask too soon without initiating a conversation about it. I would like it for them to give their OK though. I know that all their work schedules would keep them occupied at that time of night.'

I went to bed and slept like a log until mid morning. Usually I don't do that.

I called Rebecca and Randy and agreed to meet them at the park after their lunch since it was about that time and my breakfast. I had my regular breakfast and went to check my bike out and Moms for when she would ride it. The dogs were licking it and walking around with big boners like they were aroused, then they started nosing me and I grabbed the garden hose and sprayed them and the bike off. I cleaned the bike and replaced the batteries in my taillight and headlight. I had left them on and they had been getting pretty dim. I figured that if they were functional and legal there would be nothing to draw attention of the police. In spite of public nudity being verbally semi legal in the state without a permit, it is completely legal if it is declared to be a form of protest.

Last night the police kind of ignored us, although the one did check to see if we were OK. I guess if we were doing anything besides making a bicycle adjustment they could have gotten sticky and theoretically have arrested any or all of us. Everything was in good shape but I went to find my bike outfit before I remembered it was in the bike bag. It was wet and I had to wash it again before it mildewed. I grabbed a spare and put it on and went to meet Rebecca and Randy.

I told them about the ride. They thought it was a neat idea. None of us had ever had vaginal sex although we had seen each other naked regularly since we were in preschool almost like brothers and sisters. We thought about telling their parents that they wanted to go on the ride with me but we couldn't think of any real reason to get them too alarmed except to tell them they wanted to do a late night bike ride since the weather was nice.

I told them that Mom would be going tomorrow night but I wanted to go tonight as well. If they were not comfortable on going all the way like I did, then they could ride with their jerseys open or shed them like I did.

They thought that was the best solution. Since their sleep cycle was not yet adjusted to the night hours, I suggested they should both get some sleep this afternoon or the early evening. We gave each other hugs and left to finish our days. I went to the coffee hut and worked for the afternoon commute and got home at about 8:00. I had a light supper and hit the sack for a couple of hours after telling mom of the days events.

The alarm went off at 11:00 and I had just gotten up to relieve myself. I checked the weather and looked outside. Everything was quiet so I filled my water bottles and grabbed my helmet. I had already decided to start from the house without any clothes except my helmet, riding gloves and shoes. I quietly got my bike out of our rack and walked it to the front of the house.

Everything was quiet so I took off. Last night was exhilarating but tonight it was incredible. The air seemed to be thick and whirled and rubbed my body as I slipped through the air for the 4 blocks to the park where I would meet Rebecca and Randy and begin our ride together.

I rode the street around the park twice before I saw Rebecca. We joined up and went around once more before Randy caught up with us. Rebecca was riding with her jersey fully unzipped, but with shorts and Randy had on shorts with no jersey. This is the way he always rode the bike in warm weather.

It was kind of agreed that we would ride around the block until we were together and when we saw another rider riding nude down the street we would join them. That is what I had done both times that I had started and then did the ride.

As if on cue I saw the couple round the corner. Rebecca hurriedly put her jersey in her bag and we tagged in with them. More riders tonight as I greeted the older couple. I decided I didn't need the extra cargo tonight. I had so much fun that I brought some friends. They welcomed us and we continued up the street. We waved at the cop as we went past. It was the same place as last night. This time he was a little more enthusiastic as he returned the wave.

We were joined by the warehouseman in a couple of blocks and he greeted the newcomers. Randy was getting uncomfortable in his shorts and we called a break by turning and stopping at a brightly lit intersection as they did with me the night before. Both Randy and Rebecca took off their shorts without cover and there was clapping from pedestrian spectators. The light turned and we rode off quickly.

They blushed a bit but it didn't last. The warehouseman noticed, as did I, that Rebecca's nipples were like corks. Mine were extremely aroused last night and were a little tonight but they were not sore with pleasure only pleasurable.

The group kept getting larger as we rode returning to our route of the night before within a few blocks. All of us were changing partners as we rode, striking up conversations with strangers that seemed like family.

I spoke with one woman that only had one breast and asked her about it.

She had a mastectomy 3 years before and she had been clear ever since. Since the rides started she had been thinking about maybe reconstructive surgery. Nobody in the rides had ever been anything but supportive with whatever her decision might be. She was happily married but her husband although supportive, was afraid to touch her as if she would break. He had to work in the evenings and normally got off work at 2:00 am and got home about 2:30. I do the rides because it makes me feel so turned on without requiring sex although sometimes I do have orgasms on the bike. She looked at me and admired my breasts. 'If I had a pair like that I don't think he could keep his hands off me.'

'And what is the problem with that?' I asked.

'Nothing that I know of. We had been married only for 3 months when I lost mine and we have not had any children yet.'

I introduced her to Rebecca as 'A friend' (no names here). It seems that she only lived about a mile away from us so we kind of stayed together during the ride. Rebecca had her orgasm right on schedule and Randy and I steered her bike as she lost some coordination. I did too and the warehouseman and Randy steered me down the middle of the road. The warehouseman left as usual with the other woman who had just gotten off work as a waitress and was commuting to her home a ways from where he worked.

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The few of us that had been talking to the one breasted woman had an idea.

We would go home with her and confront or seduce her husband into handling her remaining breast and comparing it to the 2 of us. Maybe even to the point of him having intercourse with her while fondling her and our breasts. This would ease the family decision to let her have the reconstruction. Once this was decided both Rebecca and I had to stop with another orgasm. We were where we would finish our ride and the four of us left together.

We had some coffee. She made some good stuff, and laid out what we would do. We were waiting for him and the three of us girls ganged up on him as he came in the door.

In nothing flat we had him stripped and made certain he was going to feel some breasts as he coupled with his wife. I was sitting straddle of her as with my hands guiding his over the 5 breasts. He was blindfolded and could only use his touch. I was talking to him and he could swear that he was fucking me as I made him squeeze and fondle me. Rebecca did the same when it was her turn. Later as he held one hand on my breast and the other on his wife's, roughly grasping them as he came in her.

They thanked us profusely as we then left.

The ride home was too short. Tomorrow was another fine evening in the forecast.

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I met David about a year ago and then met Betty who is David's fraternal twin. Randy then met Betty and they hit it off to be partners. Rebecca met Mark who was a friend of Betty's, although he was more of a friend of David's.

We had discussed the planned events with each other and at least my mom and a couple of other very trusted adult friends. We girls would all wear some dresses that would barely cover our naked assets under them.

We would powder ourselves with a light dusting of Titanium powder that is a brilliant white under UV light. We would also have our nipples, vaginal labia and lips treated with a makeup ink that is a brilliant pink under UV light, but an almost natural color but darker under normal light. The dresses turned transparent under UV light. We had our limo driven by a friend ( the lady who we had met with one breast, since reconstructed) who would take us to one of the local hotels that had rooms reserved for us to use.

We arrived at the scheduled dance and went through the greeting line and met all of the chaperones and the teacher's that we had known over the years. Rebecca, Randy, and I went to this school and our dates were from a different school district.

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We took our time and ate the catered food and desserts before we began dancing. As the dancing continued the lights gradually dimmed and the blue glow of the UV lights gradually came up or just became more visible. After about a half hour we had gradually worked ourselves into the middle of the floor, away from the prying eyes of most of the chaperones.

We knew what was happening so we were prepared. During a slow dance the lights dimmed a little more until the backs of we three girls were getting quite visible under our dresses. A fast dance started and we cut loose. Most of the class opened up but gathered around us as we began an open tango type dance. All of us was clearly visible and looked like we were dancing nude with our fully clothed partners. The last of the regular lighting went out or dimmed. We were finishing the dance when we saw the chaperones coming, trying to elbow their way through the crowd. We took off the other way to an exit that we knew was not blocked.

The Limo was waiting for us. We left with only a few seconds before the chaperones got through the now blocked door.

Memoirs Of A Goldfish

We were laughing all the way to the hotel. We had our keys so we went directly to our rooms. David wanted to carry me in after I unlocked the door although I told him that it was not necessary.

He was gentle although he did throw me over his shoulder. He sat me down on the bed and kissed me as I released his cumber bun and began undoing his studded shirt and tie. He unhooked my dress in the back and my top fell off. We stood up and I stepped out of my dress and walked over and closed the door.

When I turned around he was laying on the bed with his penis sticking straight up. This is the way I wanted it.

I walked to the bed and climbed on nuzzling his cock and giving it a full stroke in my mouth to make it a little moist. I was already moist and leaking but I actually wished to give him a little moisture to make it cool. I positioned myself to be impaled by his 9-inch cock, and rubbed it on my now inflamed clit before guiding it into my vagina. I was standing on my feet spread for his entry as I slipped it in. This was the first time for a man or anything to go over an inch or 2 inside my vagina. I had always been very careful to not go in so far as to break my hymen.

We talked about it as I crept down around him. I was already rising to little climaxes as I gradually weakened dropping lower and lower. I felt him begin to press against something and I hesitated before rising until his head was just inside me and then dropped all of the way.

I felt like I had an explosion go off inside. After I got done with my virgin scream, pleasure set in and David told me to just sit and relax for a minute or 2. He was fondling my breasts and nipples, which were feeling especially good tonight. Shortly I was rising to another climax and I began stroking him, only this was not just another little thrill climax but a fullblown orgasm. I felt myself begin to squirt and grabbed a glass from the tray next to the bed and deposited about 2 tablespoons into it. David told me he was going to cum and I let him, taking it fully into me. As we slowed down I wanted to keep all the fluids within me and kept clamping as best I could.

Finally David started to become soft and I rose up and deposited our combined fluids into the goblet. This is something we wanted to do so we shared the goblet with my virgin fluids and our mixed cum as a first love toast.

It didn't taste bad. It smelled good and not fishy as we had been warned it might. I thought it tasted a little like David and he told me it tasted a lot like me. We had oral sex almost weekly for the last few months so we knew what each other tasted like.

We finished and began playing with each other with David finishing cleaning me out with his tongue while I was deep throating him as he began to swell in my mouth again. We changed around and I was able to drain him 3 more times and I had at least as many orgasms. We finally fell to sleep coupling and woke at about the same time in the morning. I drained him again before we took a shower together, dressed and went to the restaurant for breakfast with our friends.

Rebecca, Betty, and I compared notes on our toast and we each had the same warm feelings about it.

We went back to our rooms after eating and again tried every position we could think of to enjoy each other's bodies. We also talked about our plans for gross coupling next weekend. David asked me if I really wanted to do it. I told him 'I think I am ready.'

We left the hotel and David took me home about noon. We still had final arrangements for his prom weekend.

Rebecca and Betty were contacted by 2 of our other friends, about joining us for the gross sex weekend. We got together and told them they would also have to come up with at least 4 additional guys each to add to the cock pool for each of the additional girls. They were also to make certain that each of the new guys had a health screen for STDs. David also called with more guys and one additional girl that wished to join us. Now we had 8 girls and 32 guys to participate in our coming weekend of unbridled sex.

School was good this week. Most of us could tell by activity levels of our classmates, who had good sex, who didn't have any and who did not make plans for the week after. With enquiries we received requests from another girl and offers from a dozen more guys to split costs and offering services to us girls that were planning on the next weekend. We agreed they could try but they had to have STD screens and certificates first.

Friday at school we firmed up the invitations and gave the interested and qualified persons their invitations.

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It was pretty much the same dresses and makeup for this dance but there was 9 of us girls with the makeup and dresses. We didn't stick around because the lights began dimming earlier than last week. We just got out in time as the chaperones were better prepared. We did get away in our 3 limo's however, as planned.

Betty, Rebecca, and I removed our dresses as we piled into the limo and the driver left the area of the dance. None of us wanted to wait until we got to the motel we had booked for the weekend. It was a small motel with a dozen rooms and a pool. All of the rooms shared a central hall and recreation room with dining facilities. The regular managers were on vacation and the functions of the managers were being provided by our limo driver and his wife. They knew what we were there for and had planned on assisting us in our adventure.

We arrived and the parking lot was already pretty full with the transports of the guys we had recruited to provide cum for our gangbang party. We girls were the first out of the limos as we arrived and left the limos with our gowns inside. Our dates had their arms around us and us holding onto their cocks. We led the guys to our rooms.

Since we planned for the whole weekend we wanted multiple penetrations. We began by having the guys one at a time laying on the beds and we would mount one then the other guy in our vagina and anus. Then we would suck another with anyone not able to keep it inside us being replaced by another. All the guys would trade girls after emptying themselves 3 times. It was great!

By Saturday afternoon, most of the guys had worn themselves out and the Limo driver's wife asked us if we needed some more help in the manhood department? The girls got together and we understood the problem. She had an idea that we might get to this point and had compiled a listing of younger black men that were capable of taking up where the others had left off. They were very well endowed and would only come if they were allowed to pretty much have their way with all of the girls and with the permission of the rest of the guys as well. All of them men would have STD screens within the last couple of days and have not had any sex since the screens.

The group gathered and one by one the girls and the guys agreed to the terms. The black guys would only contribute their semen to the venture and they would not charge. The girls might be left with some stretch marks around their vagina's and anus. The girls would also agree to do and take or do whatever the guys asked them to do without restrictions.

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The girls would not be subjected to any permanent harm to their genitals except probable stretching. Any stretching would only be a temporary affliction from lack of preparation for the intrusion of large cocks and not from appliances.

The girls did not have to 'Love them' they were here to have as much unrestricted sex as they could participate in while they were here. If the women were to change their minds at any time, the affair and the actions of the guys could be looked on as rape offences. The women must agree in writing in advance before the men came to join them.

Once we agreed, we had one more round with the guys and a light buffet meal around the pool. Everyone stayed naked.

One by one 4 vans arrived and the men joined us. By the time introductions were done I had gotten over any misgivings that I might have begun to have once I saw that all of the men had decidedly larger cocks than our boys at up to 14 inches. I was ready for the new adventure.

All of these new guys were at least 14 inches long and 2 inches or better across. There were 27 men.

By Sunday morning when they had left at sunup, I had every one of them in every orifice at least once. I woke up with David fisting me in the vagina. I felt very satisfied.

All the girls took it easy until about noon and their dates gave them a ride home.

[Continued in Chapter 2]

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