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exxperienceI stared at the ad on the personal/contact web site. Did I really writethat? For years, my husband has been asking me imagine what anotherwoman’s touch would feel like. At first, I was revolted by the idea ofsexual contact with another woman. However lately my curiosity has beenaroused. I had a very intimate examination by a lady doctor and it made mewet. My pussy juices started to flow and my nipples hardened. She spottedmy arousal and backed off. I could not understand why I reacted that wayand told my husband that night. While we had routine sex, he suggestedthat maybe I sub-consciously did want sex with another woman. The doctoris an attractive lady slightly younger than myself. I found myselfwondering what the examination would feel like if it went further. Ibecame so aroused and curious that I started to examine myself internallyin the shower. With my finger up my cunt, I rubbed my tits imagining itwas the doctor. The orgasm hit me very quickly out of nowhere. It made merealise perhaps I did want to try sex with another woman. I surfed the netand found a personal contact site. In preparation, I got myself a new andvery private e-mail address and used that in the ad for responses. Then Iposted the ad at the top.For three weeks, nothing happened. Then I received a couple of e-mailresponses. One said “Why look for another woman? If your husband can’tsatisfy you, my 12 inches of black meat will.” The other was in the samevein; both went into the delete bin.Another week went by before I received any more responses. This one wasdifferent, but still not quite what I was looking for. “I will teach youto be a fem. Let me dominate and whip you. Butch”. Corny and insincere.I did not know whether it was a man or a woman. I was beginning to thinkthat I was not meant to find out about sex between two women when somethingwith real possibilities turned up.”I know how you feel because I went through the same stages and doubtsabout my sexuality and wants. I remember the first time I went withanother woman and how nervous I was. I am married and bisexual. Myhusband does not know and I am not interested in three ways. Call me andlet’s at least meet. Cynthia.”Cynthia, I could not get that name out of my mind. Would she be the one?I doubted enough to avoid calling for the next week. Then one night,instead of fucking me, my husband ran his fingers up and down my pussy andin and out of my hole as I imagined a woman would. I came violently. Atthat moment, I resolved to contact Cynthia.I called Cynthia the next morning and we chatted for a while. It turnedout she lived only a couple of miles away from me. We agreed to meet forlunch the next day at a small restaurant near where we live. I could notbelieve what I had done. I had made a date with another woman who I knewto be bisexual and the intention would be to see if we wanted to have sex!My knees were shaking I was so nervous.My husband did not notice a thing that night, one of the few times I havebeen grateful for his lack of observation. He left for work the followingmorning as usual and left me alone in the house. I thought about what Iwould wear and decided on a simple skirt and blouse. It was a nicesummer’s day. I had a long hot shower and carefully washed myself allover. Then I applied a hint of perfume and makeup. Just before theappointed hour, I left the house and drove to the restaurant. She had saidshe would call and reserve a table under the name of Morris. When I wentinside, I asked for the table for Morris and was shown to a booth. Nobodyelse was there. I ordered a Perrier and sat back to wait.”Jane?” asked a voice. It belonged to a dark haired woman who I guessedwas in her thirties. She was quite tall and slender, but not thin. Shetoo wore a skirt and blouse. Her face beamed down at me as she smiledgently.”Are you Cynthia?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “Have you been waitinglong? How nice to meet you. I am glad I did decide to respond to yourad.””Sit down,” I said.She sat down opposite me and told me that this was the first time she hadever responded to a personal ad like mine. Within a few minutes, we werechatting away like old friends. I was still quite nervous and I guess itshowed. Rubbing my arm gently, she told me to relax. Her touch was warmon my arm and my flesh burned where she had touched me. Oh, I knew thenthat I would let her touch me. But would I touch her? Would I let herkiss me?We ate our lunch and chatted about trivial things. After coffee, Cynthiasuggested we leave the restaurant and go for a walk. We split the tabbetween us canlı bahis and left the restaurant.”I can see you are tense and nervous,” she said. “You really have neverdone anything with a woman before, have you?””No, I have never been touched sexually by another woman,” I admitted.”However a doctor did examine me recently and I became aroused during theintimate part.” I proceeded to tell her how my juices started to flow andmy nipples hardened.Cynthia took my arm and we walked along arm in arm through the park. “Iwant to teach you,” she said when there was nobody else about to overhearus. “Why don’t we go back to my house and we can relax together.””OK, but I don’t know how far I will want to go,” I said.”That’s OK. We will take it one step at a time. You follow me in yourcar. The drive is only ten minutes,” she said to me.We walked back to the parking lot and got in our cars. I followed her asshe pulled out and she headed into a nice area of town. We turned into aquiet side street and she drove into a driveway. I followed her and parkedbehind her car. The house was not overly big, but was well kept. The lawnwas cut and the flower borders tended.She escorted me to the front door and opened it. Now I became reallynervous and almost bolted. Cynthia saw that I was nervous and did not makeany attempt to force me or touch me. We took off our shoes and went intothe living room. She was the perfect hostess and brought us drinks andfinger foods. I was too nervous to eat anything, besides which I was stillfull from lunch.”You are a very attractive woman Jane,” she said.”Thank you, so are you,” I replied.”I suggest we start by me stripping off and masturbating in front of you.If you feel aroused and want to go further we can. If not, then you havehad an eyeful of me and no harm done,” she said.”OK,” I replied.She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was revealed and then herbelly. She pulled her blouse out of her skirt and took it off. I couldsee her nipples jutting out. Next she undid her skirt and let it fall tothe floor. Cynthia stood there in her bra and panties. Her belly wassmooth and taut. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but I could alreadysee that her nipples were bigger. She reached round behind herself andunsnapped her bra. She removed the undergarment revealing her breasts.Her nipples stood out proudly from them. She rubbed and cupped her breastsin her hands and pulled her nipples. She moved her hands down her body andslid one of them inside her panties. I could see the shape of her hand asshe rubbed herself. Taking her hand out again, she slowly lowered herpanties to the floor and stepped out of them. Naked, she sat back on thecouch and caressed her breasts again. Her breathing increased and shestarted to gyrate her hips. Her right hand moved down towards her pussy.Across her belly, it went lower until it reached her pubic hair. Slowlyher legs parted and I could see my first pussy. She lightly stroked herpussy lips and then parting them pushed a finger between.She stopped and asked me, “What do you feel? Are your nipples hard andtingling? Is your pussy wet?”My nipples were tingling. My pussy was damp, although not wet.”Shall I continue?” she asked.Not trusting my voice, I nodded yes.Cynthia’s hands continued where she had left off. Her left hand joined herfirst in her pussy as she rubbed it harder and faster. She pushed onefinger into her vagina and fucked herself with it. Her moans became louderand her hips bucked more violently. Suddenly with a muffled scream, shewent rigid and thrust her pelvis into the air. My nipples were rock hardand I was wet. I was surprised how turned on I felt.”I have never masturbated like that in front of anyone before,” she said.”Why did you do it now?” I asked.”I just felt it was the right thing to do. Did you enjoy watching? Did itexcite you? How about you masturbating for me?”Deciding that actions speak louder than words, I stood up and slowlyunbuttoned my blouse. I pulled it out of my skirt and took it off. My braundid at the front; I undid the catch and took it off, exposing my breasts.”Nice,” she commented.My skirt had an elastic waistband and I lowered it over my hips. Quickly Iremoved my panties too and sat down naked on the couch opposite her. Istarted to stroke my nipples and it felt so good. I opened my legs and putmy hand down to my pussy. It was wet! I started to stroke it slowly andrub the outer lips. Moving inwards, I rubbed around my vagina and then myclitoris. It felt electric. Closing my eyes, I could imagine it was thedoctor touching bahis siteleri me. Suddenly, the touching became more real and I openedmy eyes. Cynthia had moved and was sitting next to me. Her hand wasrubbing my inner thigh and closing on my pussy.”Imagine I am your doctor,” she said. “I am going to give you an intimateexamination.”She rubbed my tits and pulled my nipples gently. It was so different frommy husband’s pawing of them. Cynthia almost worshipped them and made meglow. She moved her hand downwards and rubbing across my bush, stroked mypussy. She gently rubbed up and down the crack and then pushed her fingersbetween my pussy lips. Her finger found its way into my vagina and shebegan to “examine” me. My hips were bucking and I was panting. Herfingers increased their tempo and I felt the orgasm building. Like a dambursting, I gushed out of my pussy, something I had never done before. Myorgasm seemed to go on forever. My first from another woman. Slowly Icame down as Cynthia stroked my face and hair.”Wow!” was all I could say.”Did you like that? Obviously you did, I can see how much you enjoyedhaving another woman make you cum. Come on, let’s go clean up,” she said.After picking up all of our clothes, she led me upstairs to her masterbathroom. Her shower stall was huge with four nozzles in all.”I prefer to shower with someone,” she said.She turned on the water and led me into the enclosure. Reaching for a barof soap, she started to wash my back. It seemed natural for me to wash herback too. Her skin was so soft. I quite simply could not help myself. Ireached round from behind her and cupped one of her breasts. It was warmand soft and pliable. The nipple stood out hard as I rubbed it. It rubbedthe palm of my hand. Cynthia turned round and took both my hands in hers.She moved her mouth closer and our lips met, just a light brush. Her armswent round me and she gently kissed me again. I was tense and she realisedit and let me go.”Can we get out of the shower now please,” I asked.”Sure,” she replied and turned off the water. She stepped out and handedme a clean towel from the closet. I stepped out and wrapped my towelaround myself. She wrapped her towel round herself and taking my hand ledme into the bedroom.”Let me dry you,” she said. She pulled my towel away from my body andstarted to dry me. She took her towel off and started to dry herself. Istopped her and taking her towel, started to dry her. I dried everywhereexcept between her legs and her bum.Cynthia threw the two towels into the dirty laundry pile and turned roundto face me. Naked breast to breast, she took my hands in hers and asked,”You now know what it is like to have another woman make you cum. Are youready for another woman to make love to you?””I think so,” I said.”OK, if there is anything I do that you do not like, say so and we willstop. Is that OK with you?” she said.”OK, I will tell you if I want you to stop,” I replied.She leaned forward and gently brushed my lips with hers again. Then againand a third time. She opened her lips the fourth time and lingered for amoment before breaking apart again. She put the tip of tongue between herlips and licked them before kissing me yet again. This time, she did notmove away and I felt her tongue pushing at my lips. Slowly my mouth openedand her tongue gently probed into my mouth. She was so much softer thanany man; no beard to scratch and she tasted so different. Much sweeter andfresher. The kiss became more urgent and she gripped my hands tighter.She let go of my hands and her arms went around me again. She pulled mecloser and our breasts touched. I felt her hard nipples against mine and Ifelt the mass of her breasts press into mine. My hands stole gently roundbehind her as we kissed deeply.Cynthia broke away and asked if everything was OK and did I want tocontinue. I nodded yes and she started to kiss me again. This time, Ipushed my tongue into her mouth and she started to suck on it. Her armswent tightly round me and the fronts of our bodies came into contact fromhead to toe. Her hands moved down to caress my butt cheeks as she pushedher hips forward into mine. My arms went round behind her and I pulled hertighter into me.Cynthia broke off again and walked over to the bed. She pulled back thesheet and got in. Then she held the sheet up inviting me to join her. Mydoubts were almost over, but this was a big step and I hesitated for amoment.”Are you OK?” she asked.”I think so, just a minute,” I said. I looked at her holding up the sheet,inviting me into her bed. I looked at her body, güvenilir bahis the swell of her hips, herlong legs, her bush, her belly, her breasts with their engorged nipples,her face and hair. She was beautiful. Suddenly I wanted to make love toher in the worst possible way.I moved forward and climbed into bed next to her. She let the sheet d****across me as I lay on my side next to her. Not knowing what to do, I justlaid there. Cynthia took the initiative again and kissed me. While wewere kissing, she rolled me onto my back and got on top of me. Her breastspressed down into mine. She broke off the kiss and her mouth moved slowlydownwards. She nibbled at my neck, sending me into Goosebumps, and down tomy breasts. Gently, she started to suckle me. Her teeth teased one of mynipples and pulled it while her hands caressed the other. Her mouth andhands switched places and then her mouth continued its downward journey. Iwas about have oral sex performed on me by another woman. Cynthia’s mouthtravelled down to my navel and then beyond it to my bush. She gentlyspread my legs and moved down between my thighs. I could feel her breathon my pussy before she made first contact with her mouth. Oh, the feeling!She licked at my vaginal opening, licked the pussy lips, inside the lipsand my clitoris. When she gently bit on my clitoris with her teeth, I cameimmediately. Not just an orgasm, but a monumental cum, a gusher out of myvagina. She put her mouth over my pussy and lapped it up. What an orgasm.My first from another woman’s mouth. Now could I reciprocate?Cynthia moved up from between my legs and lay down beside me. “How wasthat?” she asked.”That was the best I have ever had,” I replied breathlessly.We waited for a few minutes to recover and then cuddled again. She did notpress me to do anything to her. I moved my hand down between her legs,stroking up and down her thighs. I pushed her onto her back and got uponto my knees. Looking down at her, I pushed her legs apart. I moved myhand down to her pussy and lightly stroked the outer lips. They were wetand opened at my touch revealing her pussy in all its detail. I could seeher clitoris, her pee-hole and her vagina. I rubbed around the entrance toher vagina before pushing my finger inside. It was warm and wet. I feltit open as my finger entered and then tighten slightly around it. Movingmy finger in and out, I started to fuck her with it. She moaned and said,”Touch my clitty!”I moved my finger to her clitoris and rubbed it. She moaned more loudlyand bucked her hips. I moved between her legs and with the forefinger ofmy other hand started to fuck her with it while I caressed her clitoris.After a few minutes of this, Cynthia’s moans increased in volume and I felther pussy clamp down on my finger as she came. Now I had made anotherwoman cum.Cynthia realised my reluctance to perform oral sex on her and did not pushme to do it. In the aftermath of our orgasms, we lay side by side on herbed. My fingers smelled of her sex and I could still taste her mouth.After a few minutes, Cynthia got up and taking my hand, pulled me up too.She led me to the bathroom and into the shower for my third bathe of theday. We washed each other all over. She even washed between the cheeks ofass, actually touching my asshole. I did not wash her there, but I didsoap her everywhere else, her arms, her legs, her back, her breasts, herbelly and between her legs. When we were rinsed off, Cynthia stopped theshower and gave me another clean towel. We dried each other and gotdressed. I was surprised to see it was nearly 5:00 and my husband would behome soon. Quickly I said my good-byes and promised to stay in touch. Igot home five minutes before he did and, not having prepared supper,suggested we go out. That night, his kisses were rough and his beardsc****d my face. His paws mauled my breasts and he was quick andinconsiderate with his touching of my pussy. But his cock felt so good,filling me to capacity. I wished that I could have the best of bothworlds, the softness and touch of a woman, but the cock of a man.That thought stayed with me the next morning after he had left. I surfedthe net, not really knowing what to look for, and ended up back at thepersonal page where I had placed the original ad. Out of curiosity, I wentto the toys page and saw what I wanted. A woman wearing a strap-on cock!How I wanted to touch her and be touched by her. I longed for her tothrust her cock into my pussy. I could not buy one because our credit cardis shared and my husband would want to know what the transaction was. Idecided to try the ad approach again.”44 year old married woman wants to be fucked by another woman. Have hadone bisexual experience. Fill my pussy with your strap-on cock. Bisexualor lesbian ladies call me or e-mail me.”

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Beautiful Asian Girl Named Hearts, Part 1So far, a lousy Saturday night. Why was I in the basement of this asshole’s house losing at cards? True, my four good friends were here with me, but I had lost over $400 already. I was a little drunk and very horny and there were no women around, and I didn’t give a shit for cards at that moment, and I wanted to go home.King was cleaning up. This was King’s house, or his basement anyway. He always made up come in by the basement, but it was the ultimate man cave. It had a full bar, big-screen TV, cushy poker table, and the walls were covered with museum quality sports memorabilia, mostly old Yankees stuff. Well, King could buy himself another nice autographed ball or part of a signed jersey just with what he won off me tonight. King was a huge asshole. He looked and acted like Donald Trump, if Donald Trump was about 80 pounds overweight. He was at least generous with the drinks, and he became more generous when we started losing, which was around 10 o’clock. Now it was almost 3 a.m. and we were all still sitting here losing money for some damned reason. My friends and I only came to King’s house when there was nothing else going on, and then, it was only because of Hearts.Hearts was King’s impossibly hot Asian wife. We called her Hearts because she made everyone’s heart flutter, just like we called King … well, King, because he acted like a fucking King. Hearts was a petite and gorgeous Asian dream. She was about 5’8” with long straight black hair, a perky chest, just enough to fill out a low-cut shirt, which she always wore, and her tight ass filled her stylish jeans. What she married King, nobody knew. She couldn’t have been more than 23, and I was at King’s 40th birthday two or three years back. The rumor at the pub was that he was on the board of her college and had plucked her right off of the campus. Sometimes Hearts would deal cards for King when we got started, but she usually got bored after an hour or two and then went off to do something else. We had longingly bade goodbye to Hearts at just after midnight when she said she was going to bed. We watched her slender hips and tight ass wiggle in her jeans as she walked up the basement stairs. Now we were putting up with King’s smugness as he realized he had just about entirely cleared out all five of us.The five of us were a group of friends who hung out every weekend. I was called Jack, because I was most attracted by women…especially Asian women…especially Hearts. I had jacked while thinking about Hearts more times than I wanted to admit. Then there was Ace, because he was a great card player, great at all sports and bar games really, and he usually won any game of chance. Not tonight, though. Then there was Ten. Ten was called ten because the ladies usually were most attracted to him. He was a good-looking guy. Then there was Spade, who was not a black guy. Spade was called Spade because he wasn’t too bright and wanted to know why they called the procedure they did to cats after a suit of cards. Nine was a black guy, though, and the reason we called him nine doesn’t take much explaining. We were all sitting with our face in our hands now as King continued to talk shit, still pacing around the room, waiting for us to put some more money on the table. I figure we had collectively blown about $3,000. I saw Ace preparing to pack it in, and Nine was following suit. I was thinking it was a good idea when I looked up and saw Hearts’ legs coming down the basement stairs. She was wearing only a black silk nightgown that went half-way down her hips. I could clearly see the matching lace silk panties underneath as she descended. Her hair, normally very straight, was teased back and almost wavy, as if she had been sleeping and had been too hot and woke up to check on her husband. I watched her thighs, knees, legs and feet intently. This was by far the most I had ever canlı bahis seen of Hearts. She looked at us as if a little surprised to still see us all here and then walked over to King and started to rub his shoulders. “You are still playing?” she asked, her lovely soft voice giving just the hint of a lisp, suggesting English had not been her first language.King let his hand wander down lazily to her perfect thigh, rubbing up and down. “Think we just finished the last round, didn’t we boys? They were just packing up.”From across the table, Ace said: “Fuck it: Double or nothing!”We all looked at Ace with surprise. King just laughed. “Anyone else?” he asked.I drained the last of my drink. “I’m in,” I said. “But if I win, I just want my money back and . . . I get to fuck your wife.”Nine, Ten and Spade laughed and hooted. I don’t know what gave me the courage to say that, it was a stupid thing to say, but it put some energy into those guys. I mostly said it because I was drunk and bored and didn’t give a shit, but I was also pretty sure Ace didn’t have the funds to cover it if he lost.Ace took my cue: “I’ll offer the same stakes Jack is giving.”King looked at me and smirked. “You little fucker. You haven’t won a hand in the last ten. I’ll take your bet!”“Then I’m in too, shit!” said Spade, and Nine and Ten.King looked at all five of us, a hard frozen stare. He never looked at Hearts. “You’re gonna lose then,” he said. “And you better have the money to cover it. And when you pay up, you’re gonna get the fuck out of here.”He picked up the deck and handed it over his shoulder to Hearts. Hearts was the one that had started out the evening dealing us only crap cards, so that by midnight we were hopelessly behind.Now she shuffled the cards deftly without looking at them and dealt around the table, to Ten, Nine, Me, Ace, Spade.I looked at my cards and then glanced around the table. My buddies were all too expert to give anything away. King, forget it. I had a crap pair, and that was it. I took out three cards to throw back. I looked up at Hearts, if nothing else, to gain some more masturbation material for the bundle I was surely about to lose. She was frowning at me. I looked back at the cards I was about to throw back and kept the high one, a king. Then I tossed the other two back. I thought I caught her grinning at Ace, too. We all took cards, including King, who took two. Hearts passed out new cards, and King said: “Call!”“Three of a kind!” said Spade. “Full House!” said Nine. I looked at mine and let out a sigh of relief. I had a king to match the one I kept. “Two pair,” said Ten. “Me too,” I said. “Small straight,” said Ace with a grin. “Fuck!” King said loudly, tossing down a pair in disgust. He got up so fast the chair fell backwards, and he kicked it across the room. Me, Spade, Nine and Ten went for another drink at the bar. Ace said a little music was in order. Hearts leaned up against the card table watching all of us. The next time I looked over, Hearts was sitting on the table with her legs dangling off. Ace was going through King’s extensive CD collection and found the one he wanted. It was “The Doors.” We heard the opening riff for “Love Me Two Times” and Spade let out a loud yee-haw. Ace cranked the music. Hearts smiled at us and stretched her arms above her head, then lay back on the card table and pulled herself all the way across the table. Her body was now stretched out fully on the table, her head hanging over the far side, her toes s**ttering the chips and cards around, knocking them off the table. This left a lot of bare stomach exposed, and I could see all of the black lace panties. She looked over at… me, and smiled. I ran my hand along her smooth cheek and brushed her hair. She took my left hand and brushed the backs of my fingers over her lips. Then she opened her lips and sucked on my index finger. I dared to reach my right hand to touch bahis siteleri her thigh and run my hand over the incredibly soft flesh of her knee and calf — she bent her knee so I would have better access. By then, Ten had slid the left strap of her negligee down to her elbow, showing her breast and dark nipple. He began to tease it and Hearts reacted by writhing under his touch, discharging a stack of chips onto the floor. King was leaning against the wall, glaring at us, whether in shock or passively honoring the bet no one could tell. Hearts had taken over teasing Nine’s index finger as she had mine. “Lookie what I got for you,” he said, unzipping and showing her his huge cock, already hard. He gripped it and rubbed it against her cheek, along her hair, her eyebrow, down along her nose, her chin, neck, rubbing his cock all over her face and teasing her while she waited patiently with her lips parted, moving erotically under Ten’s touches. I was playing with her right nipple now. Ace had the heel of her bare foot pressed into the bulge in his jeans, and he was rubbing her leg with his hands as her foot rubbed against him. Spade had come up alongside me and was rubbing her mons through the black silk. She opened her legs further for him, and his fingers crept along the offered valley, down into that unimaginably fine land that we had only dreamt about.We had often fantasized about fucking Hearts, because she was by far the best looking woman that we were on speaking terms with. Just last week we had had a long discussion about gang-banging her. “We should bukkake her,” Ace had said. “Get her to dress up like an anime girl or something and just all jizz on her.” “I say just play for her and fuck her all in a row,” Ten said, winner goes first, and second gets sloppy seconds on down the line.” “Me in her pussy, Ace in her ass, she sucks ten and jacks Nine,” said Spade, “and Jack and King can stand there and jack!” We all had a good laugh about that, imagining what we would do to poor Hearts if we had the chance. And now we had the chance.And she was up for it. Spade had found the crease of her black lace panties and pulled them aside, showing a perfectly tight, pink wet pussy, shaved, with an exposed and expressive little clit that begged to be teased and sucked. He ran a finger along the glistening crease, and Hearts moaned at his touch. She opened her mouth and gripped Ten’s cock, holding it against her lips as her tongue lolled out to lick the head. I pinched her nipple and grabbed the first thing I could find – her left hand – and kissed it deeply and passionately. Her eyes darted over to me, Nine’s cock between her lips, and reached her hand down below the table to unbuckle my belt. I helped her unbuckle and unzip my jeans. Hearts’ slender hands slid between my jockeys to find my rigid cock. She began to rub it between her thumb and forefinger, smiling mischieviously at me as she did it. She blew me a kiss and then turned her head away from me, toward Nine, and took the head of his cock fully in her mouth. As Hearts began stroking my cock, I looked back over my shoulder at King. He had pulled himself up to a barstool and had poured himself a big drink. He was sitting there staring at the floor, but I saw his eyes dart up and meet mine for a second, and then we both looked away. Spade’s finger slipped inside Hearts’ cunny up to the second digit, and she let out an amazingly hot little gasp and moan, her lips opening up on Nine’s cock for the first bit, then sliding up it as she moaned, throwing her hips forward onto Spade’s index finger, all the while not missing a rhythm while rubbing my cock. Ace had taken out his cock and was rubbing it all over Hearts’ ankle and foot. During this time, Hearts had pulled out Nine’s cock and started stroking it. She had guided him up alongside Ten and now switched off, leaning up on her left shoulder to suck on his güvenilir bahis cock stroking on Nine’s then taking a pull on his, and back and forth, all the while stroking me with her left hand as Spade fingered her. He had one finger fully inside her and was banging away between her legs. I let my hand slip down to her mound and felt the soft wisp of slight hair there, then the open crease of the outer labia, then the hood, and then the now open, white and wet clitty button, which I rubbed with my thumb. “Mmmmm….” Hearts said. She pulled herself inward, sitting on the table, cross-legged, so that none of us were touching her. She reached across her chest and then pulled her night-gown off, showing full topless. Then she leaned back and pulled down the bottoms so that she was totally naked. She wiggle-hopped from side to side until her legs dangled off the table between Nine and Ten, taking each of their cocks in her left and right hands, respectively. She began to suck on them while the rest of us just stood there, amazed, sort of half-stroking our idle cocks, watching Hearts work on our friends. Her head bobbed with animation as she sucked and stroked them in tandem, turning from one to the other, coaxing their cocks closer and closer together until she stuck out her tongue and took both of the heads of their cocks on the tip, then wiggled the tip back and forth between them. Soon she had both of their cocks into the either side of her mouth, though she managed them both in and out in quick succession – wrapping her left leg around Nine and spreading her right leg wide open with her right foot kicking over a drink and resting in a drink slot on the card table, exposing her pussy and inviting play. Ten slid a finger insider her as she sucked his cock. The other three of us drifted around to watch from different angles.Hearts pushed Nine back for a second and buried her face on Ten’s cock. He began to moan and cum, grabbing the back of her hair and mussing it up, moaning loudly. She worked her head back and forth on him fast, for a while, pulling away with a long bridge of creamy white between them. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and turned to Nine, giving him her full attention. He didn’t last a full two minutes before he was moaning like Ten, cumming in Hearts’ mouth as she sucked and stroked rapidly on his cock. Hearts grinned at the three of us standing there, a thin stream of cum hanging from her chin, leaking onto her thigh. “Who’s next?” she asked.Ace and Spade elbowed me out of the way as the Doors went into “Roadhouse Blues.” I mentally bet myself she would be done with them, and ready for me, before that song ended. She took both of their cocks and rubbed them on the sides of her cheeks, then slid them inside her willing mouth. Spade spunked first, letting out an ear-shattering cry as he came, throwing himself backwards in pure ecstasy. I laughed. Spade had tried to tell me Asian women were nowhere near as good as a big-titted, blonde American woman. I wondered how he felt about it now, after fingering her tight cunny for a few minutes before getting one of the best blowjobs I’m sure he would ever get in his life. Ace held out another couple of minutes, moaning and calling her a sweet little hotty, a good little wife, a hot little piece of ass. He kept getting dirtier, but she didn’t seem to mind. He asked her if she liked sucking his cock, and she grinned, stuck out her tongue and leered. “Oh shit! I want my cum all over your face… take it out and shoot my cum right in your fuckin’ eye! Is that okay?” Ace said, out of his mind with alcohol and lust. She pulled back and stroked his cock half a dozen times, and we saw Ace unload what looked like a month’s worth of cum, shooting in wave after wave onto her cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, into her hair. At last he was finished, and he pulled off his t-shirt and very chivalrously handed it to Hearts. She wiped away the worst of it and then leaned back, looking around, long white ribbons of cum still streaking her black silky hair.She said, in her slight accent: “Who didn’t go yet?” Here eyes were on me.

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Mom… Angel of MercyMom… The Angel of Mercy: The Story of a Mother’s Unconditional Love.Another reality based fantasy from DizzyDThis story is meant to be fiction, and does not condone sexual activity with minors. However, these incidents do occur, and some parts of any fantasy may be based on actual occurrences.It happened not long after I had passed through puberty. I had never been so sick in my life. My mom had taken me to the doctor, and he diagnosed me with a severe case of the flu and prescribed an antibiotic and aspirin to reduce the fever. But the fever just wouldn’t go down. I felt horrible. Sometimes I’d get nauseous, and I was constantly thirsty. And I was so uncomfortable. If I was under the covers, I was burning up. If I kicked the covers off… I was freezing. In short, I was miserable.I could tell my mom was concerned too. She checked on me about every half hour, 24 hours a day for three days. My dad was working, and both of my older brothers had already moved out, so mom was my personal nurse. She was constantly giving me fluids, laying cool damp cloths on my forehead, and checking my temperature. She kept giving me the aspirin and the antibiotics as prescribed, but nothing seemed to work.On the third day, my fever spiked. My temperature was hovering in the 103 to 104 degree range. Mom called the doctor, and all he told her was to continue the medications. He also suggested that I take cool water baths to help lower the fever to a manageable degree. I found out later that he also told her that if my temperature rose to 105 or higher, that she should get me to the emergency room immediately.I was so hot that I was pretty much out of it… not delirious, but definitely not myself. I was lying in bed, feeling cold and clammy. Even though my temperature was almost through the roof, I wasn’t sweating, and as I would find out when I had my own k**, that’s not good. I wasn’t sweating out the fever… I was just burning up.Mom came into my room with another cool cloth. As she placed it across my forehead she whispered, “My poor baby.” Then she said, “I just talked to Doctor Reese and he said to have you take a cool bath, and that might help your fever go down.”With that, she left my room and then I heard the bath water running. After a few minutes, mom came back to my room and helped me out of bed. I was so weak that she had to support me as we walked to the bathroom. Luckily, we lived in a small ranch home so we didn’t have far to go. Plus, I wasn’t the biggest k** in the world, so mom didn’t struggle much.Once we were in the bathroom, mom lifted my tee shirt over my head. Then she tugged the sweat pants I was wearing down, supporting me as I lifted each foot out. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I was naked in a few seconds. I wasn’t thinking about it at the time, but as I would realize later, this was the first time mom had seen me naked in a few years. It’s not that we were prudes or anything, but since I was f******n now, there just wasn’t any reason for her to see me without clothes on.Mom held my arm as I stepped into the tub. I was so weak that my legs shook as I lowered myself into the water with her help. Once I was sitting in the cool water, mom started filling a sponge and then squeezing it over my shoulders, letting it run over my underdeveloped chest and down my skinny back. Even now, I can remember how good the cool water felt against my hot skin. Then mom put her hand behind my neck and lowered me back until I was lying in the tub, with just my head above the surface. Mom stayed with me as I lay in the water, dabbing my forehead with the wet sponge, and making sure that I didn’t slip under the canlı bahis water in my weakened state. I’m not sure how long I was in the tub, since the fever was really messing with my head, but it seemed like a half a day. Then she lifted me into a sitting position before helping me out of the tub. As I stood in front of her, mom knelt down and dabbed the water from my skin. In that position she was probably eye-level with my crotch. But I really didn’t think about it, much less care considering the condition I was in.After I was dry, mom helped me back to my room. She didn’t even bother putting my sweats and shirt back on, and instead just helped me back into bed. Then she said, “Honey, your skin is so hot and dry, I’m going to get some of my moisturizer and put it on you.”Mom left my room, and then came back with a pump bottle of Noxema moisturizing lotion. I recognized the bottle because she kept it in the linen closet in the bathroom… and I had used it for lubrication when I jerked off. Yes… I loved to masturbate. I was a f******n year old boy who had discovered my dad’s porn collection a couple of years earlier, and since then had become almost obsessed with jerking off. This was before VCR’s and DVD’s, so dad had a few magazines, but mostly he had explicit novels that he traded off with the guys he worked with, so it seemed there were new ones every week. Anyway, mom sat down next to me on the bed and helped me roll over onto my stomach. Then she squirted some lotion onto her hands and then began rubbing it into my dry, burning skin. Even though I was near delirium from the fever, I had enough of my wits about me to know how good it felt. Mom’s hands felt great as she gently caressed my back. Then she massaged each arm. The fever was so severe that my muscles were actually aching, so everywhere she rubbed felt wonderful.Now before I go any further, let me tell you a little about my mom, who was thirty-eight when this happened. First, she was an amazing person. Everyone loved her because she was one of the sweetest, kindest, most gentle people in the world. If she was your friend, she would do anything for you… and if she was good as a friend, she was an even better mom. And was she ever cute! She was only about 5’ 2” with a petite build that she kept her entire life. She had an adorable face with auburn hair that she always kept stylishly short, and a cute little figure. In fact, many was the time that I tried to see her naked, and on the couple of occasions that I succeeded, I didn’t need my dad’s dirty books for inspiration during that week’s masturbation sessions.So there I was, lying on my stomach while mom rubbed the lotion into the backs of my legs. It was right then that my fogged mind processed that a woman was rubbing my naked body. Now I had just turned f******n, so I had little experience with girls. I had kissed and made out with one of the girls in the neighborhood, and another I went to school with… but that was the extent of my romantic life. But now here was a woman who I had fantasies about… even though she was my own mom, rubbing lotion on me while I was naked. And as she reached the backs of my thighs, I felt it happening… even being deathly ill, I was still getting an erection!My dick was getting so hard that I had to roll a little to let it grow against the mattress. Even though the fever hand my mind jumbled, I was coherent enough to know what was happening, but incoherent enough that I didn’t care. Just then I felt mom’s hands start rubbing my tight little ass cheeks. She actually giggled and then said, “Jeez honey, you have such a tiny little butt.” I just groaned in response. Then, bahis siteleri after rubbing the lotion in, she said, “Ok, let’s get you rolled over.”At that moment, I knew mom couldn’t help but see my erection. Don’t get me wrong… I’m not saying I’m hung like a horse, but the pale white limp little tube she had seen when she dried me off was now about six inches long, twice as thick, and hard as steel. But as I said, the fever had me to the point that I didn’t care that I had a hard on my mom was going to see… if anything, it seemed a little naughty!Once I was on my back, I looked up at mom’s face, and saw her eyes widen as she looked straight down at my hard dick as it lay against my belly. Mom usually playing things pretty cool, so I was a little surprised when she giggled and said, “Well, it looks like part of you is feeling better.”It took all my strength just to groan, “Sorry mom… it just happened.”She just smiled and said, “That’s ok, honey…. I understand.” And then, as she started rubbing lotion into my chest, she said, “My poor baby… you’re still so hot.”Even the cool bath hadn’t done anything to lower my temperature. I really felt like crap, even though you wouldn’t know it to see my young penis at full mast. Still, mom’s hands felt amazing as they moved from my chest to my belly. As she moved them lower, one actually bumped against the head of my hard cock. Then something I never expected happened when she said, “I need to move this little guy,” and then wrapped her hand around my shaft and lifted it out of the way.I let out an involuntary groan as she held my hard cock gently in one soft hand while using the other to rub lotion underneath it. Even in my near-delirious state, it was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. But if I was amazed that she lifted it so she could rub lotion where it had laid, I was shocked when she continued to hold it after she was done. Even though she didn’t need to hold it any longer, she still was. Then I felt something I would have never thought I’d feel in a million years… mom started to stroke my erect penis.As mom squeezed my shaft a little harder and began moving her hand up and down a little faster, I let out another groan. I looked up at her face, and saw she had almost a blank look in her eyes as she stared directly at my cock. Then her other hand slid between my thighs and gently cupped my balls… causing me to groan again. My face was already flushed from the fever, and now it felt as if my entire body was glowing as mom continued to stroke me. At first, my mind told me she was just rubbing lotion on me. But now there was no doubt… mom was giving me a hand job!I didn’t know what to think. I was stunned, excited, confused and ecstatic… all at the same time. As sick as I was, I couldn’t remember ever feeling anything as wonderful as what mom was doing. I looked down at my cock and saw the head was swollen and shiny, and the blood rushing to it had turned it from pale pink to dark purple. I could also see mom’s fingers wrapped around the shaft as she gently pumped her hand up and down. I still wasn’t quite sure that I wasn’t just imagining all of this, so I decided to ask if she was really doing what I thought she was doing. But just as I started to say, “M-mom… what are…” she pressed a finger to my lips and said, “Shhhh… quiet baby, mommy wants to make you feel better.”I looked back up at her face, and it looked almost as if she was having an out-of-body experience. She still had the blank expression on her face as she continued to stroke my cock and play with my balls. I could see she was breathing harder as she whispered, “Need to get the fever out of him,” and güvenilir bahis then I watched in stunned amazement as she leaned over and sucked my cock deep into her mouth!I groaned “Oh god mom,” as my hard dick disappeared into her soft, wet mouth. Her lips sealed tight around the shaft and then she began bobbing her head up and down. A dream fantasy was coming true… my beautiful mom was giving me my first blowjob.Mom started to move her body so she was kneeling between my legs… never letting my prick slip from between her lips. Then the most incredible thing happened. As she continued to bob her head up and down, I felt her tongue massaging the underside of my cock, just behind the head. I let out a loud cry as she began teasing the collection of nerves in that most sensitive spot. Almost immediately I felt the base of my cock begin to tighten… and I knew that was the first sign that I was going to cum soon.I was looking down now, watching mom’s mouth slide up and down on my cock again and again. She had wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft too, and was moving them in unison while her other hand rolled and caressed my balls in their smooth sack. I had been sick for a few days, and since I hadn’t jerked off for a while, I knew I was going to shoot quite a load. I was getting very close now, and I guess mom could tell because she began moving her mouth and hand even faster.The pressure deep in my groin had built to an almost unbearable level, and I could feel myself swelling as I got ready to shoot. I felt like I needed to let mom know, so I groaned, “Mom… I’m gonna, ummm… you know.”Mom lifted her mouth from my prick long enough to say, “I know baby… mommy’s gonna get all the fever out of you,” and then she took me in her mouth again.Was that what she was doing? Did mom actually believe she was taking my fever away? Well, to me it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the most beautiful woman in the world, in my opinion, was sucking me to what I could tell was going to be the most amazing orgasm of my life. I could feel all the muscles from the tight ring of my asshole to the spot behind my balls tightening as mom’s hand and mouth pumped up and down on my cock. Mom must have felt it too, because just then she pressed a finger of her free hand against the spot where my prostate would be and started to massage it, and that was all I could take. I felt the base of my cock start to spasm uncontrollably, and as I screamed “Oh god mom… here it… aggghhh,” the first blast of cum rushed through my cock shaft and exploded into her mouth.I heard mom swallow hard as the first burst filled her waiting mouth. I grunted “Uhhh… uhhh… uhhh…” as each involuntary contraction caused a wave of indescribable pleasure, and propelled another spurt of cum down my mom’s throat. She never lost a drop as I pumped the biggest load of my life into her mouth. I heard her swallow again and again, as she made room for the next shot… until the orgasmic spasms stopped, and my young balls were empty.Once I stopped cumming, mom let my softening dick slip from between her lips. She gently held it in her hand as she licked the remnants of my orgasm from the shriveling shaft. Then she got up and helped me put my sweats and tee shirt back on. As she pulled the covers up, I realized that I was actually feeling better. Mom went to the kitchen to get me a glass of water. While she was gone, I wondered how we would talk about what had just happened. But when she came back, she never mentioned it. Instead, she just took my temperature… and it had actually dropped! And later that evening, my fever broke all together.The next day came, and mom never mentioned what had happened. Then days turned to weeks, and then months, and then years… and it was never repeated or mentioned again. Mom has since left this world, but I think about that day, and her all the time.

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My wife and me last nightLast night when I went to bed I had no thoughts of having sex, my wife obviously had other ideas!As I lay in bed, reading a book, my wife, Sue, turned to me and gently put her hand on my oversized and rather hairy belly, I immediately turned to her and saw that little smile on her lips. Usually at this point we would kiss and cuddle before the games commence, this time her hand slid straight down to my small and, at this time, flaccid dick. Wow!I usually come quite quickly so I like to go down on her first but Sue seemed to want to speed things up a bit so I turned the duvet away to look at her large and, even at her age of nearly 50, firm tits. I gently kissed both of her beautiful nipples, nibbling them just a little before moving down to her lovely, lovely cunt, Again, normally, I would finger her little first to make sure she is canlı bahis wet, but this time I went straight in with my mouth and her nice and hairy cunt was already dripping wet, she really was up for this. I ravenously sucked and tongued my way round her minge until her juices were pouring down my chin, my small cock, by this time, was rock hard and up to it’s full (but meagre) 6 inches.Sue knows when she is ready for my cock to enter her and gently pulls at my head to bring me out of my idea of heaven, noisily sucking and drinking at her hole, to even better heights, actually putting my cock in her gorgeous cunt. So I entered her, slowly putting my whole cock in her and then with rhythmic strokes fucking her. I looked at her face as I was making love and she was obviously enjoying this every bit as much as me.Usually I would cum inside 5 minutes but I was so bahis siteleri entranced looking at her face and tits, tits that were jumping up and down in tune with my thrusts, I lasted longer, longer than Sue, she was moaning and gripping me between her large but beautiful thighs I managed to last a few more minutes and then I came, fucking hell did I cum! I kept pumping away until my cock was drained of all my spunk and my erection was gone, gone.We kissed like a couple of teenagers, swapping tongues, licking each others features until I climbed off her, tired but very, very happy. As I lay back Sue whispered in my ear “thank you”. Thank me! No Sue, thank you, thank you very much. She really is the best wife in the world because she wasn’t finished yet, my cock, covered in cunt juice and my spunk was gently cupped in her hand and she moved that beautiful mouth güvenilir bahis of hers down towards my genitals. She started off by kissing my cock, then kissing and licking my balls, this was absolute heaven. After a while I started to get another erection, how could I not! Sue mounted me as soon as I was hard enough and as she started to bump and grind on my cock I caressed lovely, full breasts whilst gently rubbing her nipples with my thumbs and fingers. This time her moans were much louder and she threw her head back throwing her long brown hair around, her hands joined mine on her tits as we both approached our climaxes. It doesn’t happen very often for us I must admit but this time we came together, I tried putting my cock as far as the little fella would go up her as I and, obviously to me, she climaxed. Wow again!We have been married for nearly 30 years but our sex life is still great thanks to Sue. Yes I will have the occasional wank mainly because I’m a bloke and it’s what we do but I won’t need one for a few days after that last night.Thanks for reading this far.

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GO COCKS!!!I was so excited when you surprised me with tickets to the greatest football game ever…THE University of SC Gamecocks against the Georgia Bulldogs…What made it even better, baby was that the game was being played in Columbia, SC at the greatest football stadium ever…Williams-Brice Stadium. I can’t believe you remembered how important football meant to me. just thinking about the many ways I am going to thank you for the tickets is making me wet!I don’t know whether or not canlı bahis I should wait until the big day, I mean, we will be tailgating with all sorts of fun people…you know how I love to show off my talents in front of people….mmmmmmmmm, I’d love to suck you hard cock as you drink a beer cooking on the grill in the parking lot….nice hot, sloppy blow job. yeah, maybe I’ll do that….or better yet, maybe I will wear that cute jean mini skirt with my GAMECOCK jersey…no panties..no bahis siteleri bra…that way you can cop a feel anytime you like…you could finger my pussy and make me lick your fingers dry…you can grab my tits and just play with them…Im not sure which way would be best…I just know fucking your hot cock with the tailgate down of my truck would make my day…you could just lie there with you cock on display and I can just climb on top and ride you to cum! Who cares if anyone is watching…we’re güvenilir bahis playing cow girl….Hell, I betcha some crazy person will yell “GO COCKS”…I will then reply…”OH YES””…yes, yes, fucking GO COCKS in my wet pussy!IF that doesnt work for you, I could just drop to my knees right now…take that hard cock in my mouth and just slowly take you deep into my mouth. It’s so hot and wet and the way I suck you will make you cum so fast. You know you like it when I suck the head of your cock. I make your toes curl with the suction I can get…I will then take you deep into my mouth and just suck you shaft all the way up…oh yes, I will thank you that way…makes my pussy so nice and wet.

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NO EARLY RELEASE Pt. IJaydee Swann sat and listened to the distant sounds of the house around him, he remembered his grand- daddy telling him that those little sounds were just the house ‘settling’. Now he found himself enjoying those small curious sounds alone and in the dark. It was amazing just how peaceful the dead quiet was. Something he would never have appreciated before serving his forty two month sentence in Florida State Prison. Now he sat alone in the house his mother left to him when she died only two years before. It was the first time he had been alone in over three years- time. Never would he have imagined that privacy could be so precious. He lay on his back under an open window looking at the ceiling. Suddenly tears streamed down his face and he felt himself rocked with emotion. Missing his mother’s funeral, the riots on the yard and losing his c***dren to the state all combined to make his soul scream, and as his essence bellowed he heard a knock on the door.He turned the door handle and pulled finding himself face-to-face with the last person he could have ever imagined, Leslie McCoy.“What the fuck you doin’ here?” , Jay hissed. The woman on his front porch just stood and looked at him. She was just as motionless as she was silent. Jay’s eyes left hers and made their way across her entire form. Her hair was blonde and well past her shoulders. She wore a smart charcoal skirt suit. It was probably Gucci he guessed cause it fit like it was made for her, and her alone. The shoes he thought maybe Vera Wang. The bitch does have good taste, he thought.His eyes made their way back up to her pretty face and there he saw her same wierd stare. He took a step back and closed the door. Before the door could find its home in the jam Leslie put her foot in the way.“Jaydee, I have one rule and that is….”“What fuckin’ rule?” , Jay yelled cutting her off.“Calm down and listen to me for a minute.”“I just got of prison yesterday. Real talk! I just touched down. I spent more than three years of my life in a cage and you were on the legal team for the state that sent me there! Why the fuck should I listen to anything you might want to say?”Leslie dropped to her knees in her six hundred dollar pencil skirt and started tugging and adjusting the waistband to Jay’s sweats. She looked up into his eyes and said, “I have one rule Jay…Can I call you Jay? My one rule is: Don’t hold back.”With that, she pulled out Jay’s fat dick and filled up her mouth with it for as long as her mouth could hold it. It only took about fifteen seconds for his dick to grow to its full nine and a half inch length. She placed her hands behind her back and handled his manhood with her mouth only.Jay was in shock. It took about a minute and a half before he remembered that they were still on his front porch . He pushed the eager cock-slurping slut away by her forehead with a forcible shove that made her end up on her butt. Jay backed into his living room keeping his eyes on the canlı bahis bitch at all times. What the fuck was going on? This was the SAME bitch that demonized him at every opportunity during his two day trial. She was constantly out for his blood and ultimate destruction. Now she was some out-of-control crazed sex freak?She remained on her knees and crawled into the large living room. She never stopped looking at him as she crawled on all fours. The sight of her taking this submissive stance only further engorged Jay’s member.Although he was confused and didn’t trust this bitch as far as he could throw her, she was a sexy woman. She was white but somehow had been blessed with a perfect round ass like a Latina or Black woman. The many hours she spent in the gym really showed in her lovely legs. Her calf muscles were almost perfect. Her face was an oval shape with beautiful features and her long thick hair only punctuated it further.Now here was one of the most powerful women in Hillsborough County groveling at his feet. Her eyes begged to have total access to his body and he was slowly beginning to give in to this game that she was initiating.“So you just a fucked up freak, huh? Aiight bitch, I’ma give you what you want. Come and put this Big Black Dick in your fuckin’ mouth!”With that he curled his hand in her hair and mad a nice fist of it, jerking her head to the side. Her throat was positioned as to invite someone to dine on it. It looked very uncomfortable but he noticed a smile dancing at the corners of her mouth as the tension moved through her neck and shoulder.“Oh you like that, huh?” , he said smiling revealing pearly white teeth.He turned her face toward him and let his dick head dance in mid- air in front of her mouth. Darion looked down into her face, a position he was thoroughly enjoying at the moment. He recognized the pleasure and passion in her face and decided to go with his loins rather than his instincts. Honestly the shit was straight out of the pages of Penthouse Forum. How many chances like this does a guy get in a lifetime?As if reading his mind Leslie opened her mouth wide enough it seemed to lock her jaws involuntarily. As his dick slid into her hot awaiting throat all the muscles in Darion’s body tensed. This was a very erotic moment to him and then he decided to take full control.He rammed his dick deep in her throat until Leslies eyes widened as far they could. He plunged it in and out of her throat making a nasty sucking sound as she rasped for breath with each thrust he delivered. Leslie struggled to keep up with the thrusts and still give oral pleasure to the Adonis before her. Soon her eyes teared as she half choked and sucked his long dick.Jay grabbed her hair and yanked her free of his slick wet dick. Huge thick gobs of saliva struggled to stick to the shaft. Some slid down to his nutt-sack. He slapped Leslie’s face and rammed his dick to the back of her throat again. She made a gag sounds and eagerly fought bahis siteleri to please him.“That’s a good slut. Take it to the balls. Now just open up and let me fuck your mouth.”She did as she was instructed, opening her jaws wide and let him control the thrusts. That sucking sound rebounded and overtook the space they were in. Darion placed his hands on the back her head and slowly skull fucked her to his own delight. He withdrew his shaft and raised it exposing his balls which she gingerly sucked and licked. She started reaching up to rab his dick, but he slapped her hand away.“Mouth only, bitch. Keep your fuckin’ hands off!”She continued to suck keeping her eyes on him at all times. He stepped back and told her to get undressed. At the same time he rid himself of his own clothing dropping them to the living room floor. By the time he was finished he focused on the Fuck Slut before him. She was very tan with no tan lines. She obviously sunbathed fully nude. Her breasts were natural and full c’s that were tear drop shaped.“Show me your pussy.” , he commanded.She lay on her back on the bare wood floor, spreading her long legs baring a hairless mound that boasted a small clit with small lips. Her pussy lips were well pigmented with a vibrant pink center. She remained silent and motionless as if the midst of a military inspection. Darion lanced at her and walked away to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and poured a glass of juice. He returned to the living room sipping from a glass. Leslie lay there motionless. Only her moved following him to where ever he rested in the room.“Open your pussy hole, bitch.”With that Leslie adjusted the muscles in her pelvis and opened and closed her vaginal opening. She did this over and over.“ Pull your hole open with your fingers.”Leslie reached down and inserted two fingers from each hand into her twat as she was instructed to. She stretched her hole open to impress her inspector. Milky wetness was oozing from her pussy involuntarily. She was more than moist or hot and bothered. She wanted so badly to be fucked but dare not raise the issue lest she spoil these first few moments. The tease was far more exciting than satisfying that particular urge no matter how tantalizing it was. She looked at his long lean body. He was tall and fit with a nice ass, chest and legs. His head was bald and his eyes were magnetic. Even during the trial it was hard for her to hide the utter excitement that seeing this man brought to her. Now she had no reason to hold back.She watched his every move and was unsuspecting when he jumped on her. He didn’t actually jump but his movements were so fast that it seemed as if he did. He was over her, hand at her throat squeezing as he positioned her legs for easy access to her pussy. He eased his head into her relishing the slight friction. He never stopped inserting until he couldn’t anymore. Once he could feel the back wall he started fucking her. He didn’t start slow. He actually started güvenilir bahis off at a pretty fast pace. He slammed into her pussy with a nice smacking force and maintained that pace until the pleasure and pain caused her to call out.“Aaaaaagh, FUCK!”“What’s wrong baby? You like that thug dick, huh?”“Yeah Daddy. I love this dick. I love this thug dick! Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me. FUCK ME!”, she screamed through clenched teeth.Jay on his knees and turned her over on her stomach. After surveying the situation he figured the couch would make for more comfortable fuck space. He made her stand and led her to the arm of the couch. He forced her to bend over so her torso was supported by the bottom cushion of the couch. This position left her pussy wide and awaiting rear entry and Darion dare not disappoint. He held her wrists together behind her almost as if she was cuffed. He mounted her from behind and wasted little time in getting into his pounding. It seemed as if he were vindicating his imprisonment with each hard thrust. Leslie’s face contorted with pleasure mixed pain. She welcomed each thrust with such zeal and vigor.Jay put it in over-drive and pistoned his hips as fast as his muscles would allow. He kept up the insane pace until he was grunting with each thrust. Sweat started to drip off his chin onto Leslie’s back.The feeling was incredible. He was grudge fucking the shit out of that fucking prosecutor bitch! It was really happening. He released her wrists and grabbed the back her neck with one hand. He put a lot of pressure on that arm. Not giving her any room to move or maneuver. He with drew and delivered a stinging blow to her ass cheek with his hand. The clap annunciated with an echo in the big living room. Leslie screamed both startled and pleased. Jay looked down at his hand print glaring at him from her ass. He decided his hand print was lonely and delivered another slap with equal intensity to the opposite cheek. Leslie moaned, trapped in the twist of pleasure and pain she felt as endorphins rushed through her.“You a bad girl, huh? You lock a nigga up with no regard to himself, his character or his lively hood!”“YEEEsssss! I did it! I fucking did it! I’m sorry Daddy! I’m so bad! Punish me Daddy!”Darion swung, and swung again, as he delivered a harsh spanking to her delicious round ass. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. Jay stopped slapping her red hand-printed ass and reached down and rubbed her clit hard and fast. Leslie bucked as her back arched and she moaned a long guttural sound deep in her diaphragm. She started breathing fast and hard as the rubbing continued.“Oooh Fuck! Oooh fuck Daddy! Don’t stop please! Please don’t stop! Aaaaaahhh! I’m gonna squirt! Shit I’m gonna squirt. Aaaaahhh!”, she screamed with pleasure.Jay continued a steady fast pace as he rubbed her. He bent down to see her muscles react and contract to welcome the huge orgasm that was brewing in her loins. Just then she released a strong thin stream of fluid as the orgasm ripped through her like a runaway tidal wave. The stream of fluid became choppy and squirted with each contraction, and Leslie let it be known with her moans just how pleased she was.-To Be Continued-

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The Flight of the naked Goddess – Chapter 2I’m so proud of my bold achievement as Amarsis flushes my deflowered lotus with a salty lotion to prevent pregnancy and washes the clogged blood of my virginity from between my legs. Then he oils my private parts with an ointment made from the seeds of pomegranates to relax and tighten the strained muscles again. And he advises me in earnest to be careful: »You are a woman now, my Lady Sésostris – women smell differently and walk more maturely than the young girls do! You could get into big trouble if you rise more jealousy as is already existent in the harem!«But I am sure that my destiny will lead me on, to stop the brutal war between the north and the south of the divided Egyptian empire, to unite the both warring parts in peace and to restore them to former glory! I am a woman now, and I can undertake what men can’t seem to achieve!But the mean sister Nefrete must have spied on me, then the whole palace seems already to know, that I was a whore and doing it dirty with the young fishermen at night down at the jetty! Amarsis is shocked and angry, and loudly he curses the wicked princess. But then the physician of the harem is sent to me, to examine my ravished flower with his nervous fingers and to confirm the definite loss of my virginity. I’m ashamed but upset, still to be treated like a c***d. And as the guards seize me I scratch and bite, until they bind my wrists to escape my desperate defensive attacks. The court room is huge in my humble opinion, as I kneel on the dirty ground. Twelve noble witnesses in white robes are seated along the wall, three scribes are sitting on the mud floor, their scrolls ready in their laps, and two armed guards watch the entrance door. A pair of swallows built their nest under the high roof and they are flying in and out through the little windows, to satisfy the constant hunger of their noisy nestlings. The walls are crumbling and the roof has holes – the whole court house is in desperate need of repair!And in one corner stands a stupid statue of the baboon-headed god Thoth with the scales of justice in his hand, already tilted in a dangerous angle – I don’t expect any mercy from him! In absence of the mighty Pharaoh the commander of the guards, the b**stly Massak is in charge of the royal court. He really seems to enjoy such a beautiful victim like me and his lewd eyes stick to my breasts like the dried sap onto the rubber tree. He calls me a liar because I was hiding my sins under my skirt and he orders me, to take it off, for the whole court to see the shame I brought over the royal family! Without hesitation but with angry defiance I drop my skirt and proudly declare: »I’m a legitimate daughter of the divine Aménemhet…«, but the ugly Massak just shuts me up with a stinging lash of his whip. He fiests his rude gaze on my exposed shame and in front of the whole noble congregation he binds me with visible gloat to the middle post of the court and delivers an extended whipping onto my bare backside, to proof his superior masculinity! But I don’t show him any pain and I stand strong and steady through the lengthy painful punishment. »If you really wanted to get a snake up your wicked belly, why didn’t you ask me, Honey?«, he sneers gleefully into my face and pinches my sultanas hard. I don’t flinch at all, but I answer him with a stern look: »I’m no c***d any more, and I will be back, Massak, you can count on that, and then – by the holy stench of Seth – I will hang you by your rotten balls!« But he just laughs completely unimpressed and slaps me brutally hard over my loud mouth!Then he declares me unworthy to be a daughter of the great Pharaoh – and he sentences me to be drowned early next morning – drowned in the same old river that means life to me! I’m doomed! The temple barber has to cut all the beautiful locks off my head, he pinches my brows and snips my lashes, and he even shaves off my just sprouting pubic hair – I’m as naked as only a priestess of Osiris could be. Then I get locked away in a little dark hole where only mice and spider reign. I can’t stop sobbing until Amarsis is allowed to see to me. He washes my vandalised body thoroughly and treats the wounded skin of my back with a soothing cream. He tells me, that he loves me, and that everybody in the palace does so as well! They all know the wickedness of the arrogant Nefrete and they all loath it. Then he promises me by the holy name of Hapi to help me escape the deadly penalty. I kiss him and I hug him, but then my tears start to flow again, the horrible consequences of the hopeless situation dawn in my consciousness: I have to leave him, I have to loose him – him, who is all that I love! But this early test in my life will only harden my character and strengthen my will for survival. I’m guilty of giving into my fervid desires, but I’m not willing, to be sacrificed therefore with only thirteen years of age: I’m a princess and I have my pride!I already expected a visit from Massak and I stand straight as his canlı bahis massive hulk enters my gloomy little cell. Again he towers over me like doom, his awkward stench offending my sensitive nose, and he possesses the sickly boldness to propose to me, that he would let me free if I would let him use my juicy cunt for a while! Then he reaches out for me with his disgusting hands and calls me Honey again, and that now makes me extremely angry! I shout at the lecherous b**st: »Get out at once, you slimy son of a pig!« And then it happens: It is like a bolt of lightning shooting from my green eyes – as the energy from a powerful reincarnation would work through me: Massak’s huge frame trembles, his face crumbles in pain and his jaw drops onto his cramped chest. »You damned little bitch! For sure I will drown you personally!«, he stutters and stumbles heavily swearing out of my sight. And already early next morning, after a long and sleepless night, my hands get bound behind my back and the guards lead me through the narrow street from the palace down to the harbour. I walk straight in my splendid nudity and I carry my beauty with the grandeur of a real queen, with my old friend Amarsis always at my side.The spectators on both side oft the street cheer me on, and I can feel that many of the excited men would like to save my doomed life for their own sexual sake. But I can’t hate them for that! Then I’m led up the gangplank onto the deck of the huge ship of the commander, where the awful Massak’s is waiting for me. On the shore I can see my lover Tarsis, standing next to his father without any motion on his face. Our spontaneous impudent loveplay was my sole fault, and that’s why I never mentioned his name to anyone. The thick ropes come loose and the thirty sunburned oarsmen drive the heavy ship slowly out into the wide river. The mean Massak is one happy chap as he ties my feet together and enjoys a good look at my sinful oyster. »By Isis’ hairy armpits – what a pity to drown that tight little cunt!«, he grumbles into his wild red beard and can’t stop himself from groping me rude between the legs – to my complete dismay, but definitely to the excitement and cheers of the whole stupid crew. Then he waves Amarsis closer for the last parting. We mean goodbye to each other, but we don’t talk. The moment is too precious to be wasted through empty words, but our last hug speaks volumes! And clandestine he cuts with a tiny knife into the rope around my wrists and wishes me farewell: »May Hapi be with you all the time!«Then Massak pushes me without much ceremony but a hateful grin backwards over board, I take a big breath and fall with a splash into the murky water. Instinctively I dive into the dark shadow under the ship and tear the rope on my wrists to shreds. I was born in the sunsign of Pisces and am an excellent diver – and I can swim like a dolphin even with my legs bound! I hold on to the keel under the stern with both hands and try to breathe calmly, not to rise any suspicion about my survival. The big ship turns slowly around for the port as a huge palm frond floats by on the water. I grab it and hide underneath, before I let go of the rump of the boat, and invisible to the guards on board I slip away undetected, down the stream and out of sight. Now I can untie my feet and start to swim, to control my flow. But I like it rather to float on my back, and I could float in that relaxed way for ever – even the long way down to Thebes! And this motionless floating is even safer because of the ubiquitous hungry crocodiles that scour the river for any digestible matter. I don’t fear, then I believe that Hapi in the physical form of a huge hippo bull would protect my destined soul! But only a pod of dolphins is following me from shear curiosity. The sweet little baby is all excited about me and shows me his best somersaults! His big eyes are as dark and curious as the expanding universe – I am deeply touched! I feel a peaceful understanding and a inexplainable spiritual connection, that fills my soul with joy.A royal barch, flanked by a flotilla of light battle ships comes slowly up the river and I keep myself well away from them, but tanning my pale belly in the early morning sun I give the rowers a happy wave – it’s so good to be alive! I’m happy to have escaped that dreadful place of intrigue and jealousy that easy! I sing a long prayer of gratitude to my goddess, that I nearly forget, in which dangerous situation I’m still in.But then a sailing boat overtakes me close on the left, the sharp eyes of the captain, scanning the waters constantly for any valuable debris, spot me easily in the calm waters and he gives the order to pull me out. He is a huge man with a long grey beard and bushy eyebrows – Attar, an ivory trader from Memphis, as he tells me. And even he is just brimming of happiness: I must be the most beautiful fish he has ever caught? And his juvenile son stands right next to him and devours my delicious body already with his huge and hungry eyes.I bahis siteleri don’t want to reveal my origin to them that early and hide the traitorous tattoo of Horus behind my palm. He just would sell me for a ransom to the royal guards. But my bold head and my striped back mark me more as a criminal then a princess, and he teases me cruelly with the obvious fact that I must have been a real bad girl!But I plead with Attar to give me clothes and to take me to Thebes on the way. All I have left from my relatives is my uncle Hecter in the big city, who would pay for the fare. But Attar just laughs and chuckles to his retarded son: »Show the Missie to her chambers and give her something nice to wear – she will be happy here with us!« I’m very grateful and say: »Thank you, Sir, you should not regret your utmost generosity!« But about this remark he laughs even louder.His son leads me downstairs into the dim belly of the boat. I can’t discover any ivory anywhere and I wonder. The pubescent son of the shipper just hums happily: »Something to wear?« and he rummages noisy in the dark corner. He comes out with a sturdy leather belt with a lock and an iron ring attached to it, and quickly he pulls it so tight around my narrow waist with his sweaty hands that I hardly can breathe any more. I’m shocked about this harsh treatment, severely unfit for a princess of the royal blood – but I’m even more shocked, as the young rogue starts to maul my little breasts with fervour and then painfully parts my delicate flower with his dirty fingers, as if I had a knife hidden in there! Once again a smelly man is fingering my most private parts without my permission or any right, and therefore I angrily shout at him: »Get off me at once, you stinking son of a filthy liar!« and I shoot my green lightning bolt straight at him with such ferocious force, that he tumbles two big steps backwards, taken completely by surprise.I scared his little soul to bits with my unleashed authority, he succumbs to my power and whispers, that he would better show me to my quarters now. He opens the heavy lock on the door in the dividing wall and pushes me into the narrow dark space. As my eyes slowly adjust to the dim light I discover six other girls like me squatting in the straw on the floor – all from Africa or Nubia, but all at least as beautiful as me!I ask them some simple questions in my language, but they all just shake for a moment their lovely heads and then they let them hang again in the sadness of the hopeless situation. I try to smile, but that doesn’t make me any happier, because I’m actually squatting in the same shit as they do! Then the boat rocks and creaks through the narrow passage of the Gate of Hapi, as I remember – a very narrow and dangerous part of the river and for sure no place for a naked young woman, even under personal protection of the goddess herself! And suddenly I’m glad to be aboard.Already in Edfu captain Attar steers his boat ashore and moors at the docks. The precious naked cargo is hooked onto a long chain and then unloaded. Dozens of excited spectators may have awaited us already, then a loud and lusty roar is welcoming our appearance at once, and all their rough hands are drawn at us like magnetic. Attar drives us with a stick like little pigs through the thick ecstatic crowd into the village and onto the market square. Hands are groping after our wobbling buttocks, whips are cutting into our naked thighs and the boldest fingers even reach the frightened fruits in our groins. On a risen wooden platform stands a handsome young prince, just ready for auction. His hands are bound over his head on a gallows and the rude auctioneer teases his frightened cock with a leather whip and squeezes his pendulous balls with his rough hands to make the juvenile manhood stand stiff to the public attention. A warm rush of blood flushes my cheeks as I try to imagine, what will happen to me up there. I heard about the slave markets and the lewd manners of buyers and sellers towards young girls. But at least: Nobody would drown a sweet little princess like me, because she’s beholding a value now! And I am so deeply involved in my own thoughts, that I nearly jump up as Attard suddenly unlocks my belt and ushers me up the steep steps. The crowd gives me a ringing round of applause and the sweating auctioneer produces a wicked grin because of my completely shaven, but proud standing body. He fixes my wrists with a strip of cloth onto a hook, dangling from the gallows top, and then he pulls them right up, to stretch me for the excitement of the crowd. He announces me as the bad girl from the upper Nile, as the fallen princess, fallen from the grace of the gods, and he suggests to any prospective buyer, to give me a decent flogging right after the purchase. He shows off my red striped backside to quench any doubt about it, that I wasn’t used to it! He spreads my buttocks hard to show off the wrinkled little rose between them, but as I repulse his penetrating finger with utter disgust güvenilir bahis and try to wiggle my helpless bottom away he lashes it cruelly with his whip. »Spank her, spank her!« roars the crowd in a sudden outburst, clapping their hands furiously. Oh. no!, I think in sheer horror and I tense the muscles of my nether cheeks, but my flower senses the panic instantly and starts to sob. I remember Amarsis’ saying: If you are in the hands of evil, look inside to contain your dignity! Blow after bloody blow explodes like red-hot fireworks behind my eyelids until the strong man’s arm finally tires. He turns me around, to present my sobbing sex to the lecherous crowd, its hairless nudity glistening invitingly in the bright sunlight like a newly lacquered toy! Then he kicks my feet as far apart as it my hung physic allows. Only the tips of my toes touch the wooden floor and my muscles of the thighs are stretched to the limit. He pinches my nipples hard, until they are red as blood in colour and seem to explode from the soaring pain. He brags about the advantages of my shaven oyster, that this would bring even the oldest grump back into the humping mood! He manipulates the soft pink slit with the knobby handle of his whip in the rudest of ways that make me flinch. He doesn’t seem to like my lack of submission and it must mean great pleasure for him to break my arrogant resistance in front of his enthusiastic audience. and, seemingly the crowd is just waiting for another chance to get me punished and their delighted shouting reaches a deafening level. I think about that my tale may be too improper to tell, but the inner voice of honesty tells me otherwise: A woman has to take the courage to explain her feelings, and in this case that is my duty, and I cannot coward – if you name your feelings you will gain power over them! (Especially in that part of her revelations Sésostris was pushing the capacity of the hieratic script to its very limit. The expression of emotions was unexplored territory for the Egyptian scribes at that time and it demanded a lot of cleverly done innovation from her side, that she mastered easily and with joy!)So: I am dangling helplessly in the air with my feet wide spread, and my defence weakens by the moment, because I feel my flower opening like the lotus on the goldfish pool under the first sunrays of the day, begging relieve from the excellerating tension inside. And it seems to me that my desperate flower kisses the glossy handle of his whip with complete submission and, to my utmost astonishment, even tries to suck it in! I’m absolutely shocked by my own indecent behaviour and make an attempt to stop my hips from the naughty rotation that screws the teasing object just further up my trembling belly. I know, that if I can overcome my shame and my resistance I can harvest pleasure even from the rudest of punishments! And then: if I enjoy more pleasure than the punisher himself, only then I’m able to humiliate him in his own meanness! »Punish her!«, so shouts the noisy crowd again and again, as my hips start to buck and the whip’s handle slowly disappears into me. The auctioneer seems to enjoy my growing cooperation immensely, then his tunic starts to bulge heavily in the front. He must have a huge a****l hidden under there that would like nothing better than to jump at me! My breathing grows quite restless as an overwhelming sensation consumes my young body with ever increasing intensity and burns the last remains of shame to ash. And the crowd raves absolutely hysteric as he drives the whole handle of his whip up the narrow passage and delightfully titillates the tender tissue of my womb with it. Heatwaves and icy shiver rush in terms through my belly and in a desperate possessive reflex I clamp the whip fiercely with my muscles to hold it in me. But the man effortlessly pulls it from the tight embrace, and with the plopping sound of the uncorking a jar of sparkling wine the slimy knob flops out of its warm nest. The sudden vacuum shocks my senses and rattles my libido – I nearly faint! The man though gives me a naughty grin and shows the rampaging spectators the sticky ooze on his whip. Then he places the knob of the handle in front of my open mouth, to demonstrate my completed subjection to them – and they just love it! There is an approving murmur going around as I obediently lick my own salty oyster sauce from the black leather shaft. »Fuck her!«, I hear somebody screaming, »we wanna see her come!« »Yeah – fuck her!«, shouts another. And they are right: There is nothing I need now more in my advanced state of arousal than to come! And even if I only have the slightest idea about what that could do to me, I’m ready with every fibre of my earthly beeing to endure it! And for the first time I slyly smile at my punisher and invitingly I wiggle my hips, coaxing him to continue the exciting game. He seems to understand my misery well and sticks the whip back into the dark, and then he lifts my lusting soul with strong long strokes over the threshold of bliss, until I burst into an uncontrolled and frenzy laughter, until my trembling legs collapse and I just hang there like a puppet on the string, limp and u*********s from the wooden gallows high above . . .

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The First Time From MeWhen I Was In High School, I Had Thought Of It All… Being Smart, Cool, Calm, And Nice With The Best Of Respect. But Then Came That Time I Wanted To Lose My V-Pass. *Virginity* I Was A Freshman Around At The Time, And I Had My Sights On This One Girl. It Was At A Football Game, I Made Out With Her And She Had A Thing To Do It With Me….So That Night Will Never Change Forever…. So October Comes, And She Gives canlı bahis Me This Note Saying We Are Going To Have That Moment Alone…. And It Happened After School Alone Alright LOL It Was Me, Her, My brother And His GF. And After The Minutes Passed By, We Went Around The Weight Lifting Room And Got Turned On. I Put On A Rubber (Safe Sex) And Then….It Happened. Having Sex For The Very First Time As A Teen, Losing My Virginity bahis siteleri To The Woman Who Wants To Set Me Free…. I Got Nervous, Sweating, And Hard…. From The Time She Went Up And Down, Up And Down Repetitively, I Almost Was At The Point For Me To Cum…. So After 9 Minutes Passed. I Came….. After Feeling My Own Sperm In The Condom Making Me Realize I Finally Had My First Time Having Sex. So What I Did, I Tied It güvenilir bahis Up, Throwed It Away, And Then Left The School With Her And My b*o And His GF. After The 2 Weeks Passed, She Ignored Me, Not Answering Me, Mostly Not Even Looking At Me. So I Found Out She Cheated On Me With Another Guy From The Football Team. He Was A Defensive Line Backer.. Shit He Even Looked Strong And Big… But Then The Moment Came To Me…Telling Me To Move On And Never Give Up. So Now….Im Am On The Journey, To Do Whatever I Can…SEX…IS….Good. Dont Let This Situation Happen To You If You Were In High School.Please Feel Free To Comment LOLThis…Was My First Time.

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San Diego Part 2 : The FacialPart 2. After the first night, I was feeling anxious to get to Scott’s room for the second night. I showed up right at 7pm and we both quickly got naked and sat in his bed to watch some porn. He asked me if I had ever made out (like kissing) with a man, and I said no. I was gentle as he reached over to kiss me. His face was smooth like mine and he persisted in kissing although I was a reluctant subject. (I know no how some girls feel when a guy gives them a kiss they are not sure about). But I stuck with it. He reached over and started to play with my nipple and instantly I started to kiss him back with lust. He moaned his approval as I got up the nerve to feel his nipples. We had our hands all over each other’s bodies after a while and I asked him if he wanted me to go down on him and he said lets keep doing this for a while. “I will let you know when I want to suck me,” Scott said to me. I felt his hands all over my body rubbing and grabbing my buttocks, rubbing my dick and balls, tracing from my perineum to the top of crack. I was doing the same for him. Rubbing his cock and balls and playing with his nipples then sucking his nipples. He then pushed my head down giving me the signal. I teased him a bit licking just the tip and finally he pushed into my mouth. I sucked slowly at first pushing my mouth down on his canlı bahis dick and sucking on the out stroke as I lay my head on his lap. As I sucked him I felt his hand reach down and start to stroke my rock hard aching cock. It felt great and I knew I would not last long. We were both moaning and with his other hand he started to push my head down with some mild force as we both were letting our pleasure take over. His hand kept stroking my cock and I felt my breathing try to speed up (difficult with a huge dick in my mouth) as my orgasm approached. Scott’s orgasm was getting closer as the rate I was bobbing up and down on his dick increased greatly. I suddenly felt my orgasm start and shot my hips up and shot my first couple streams. Scott kept pumping my cock throughout my orgasm and shortly after I finished he thrusted up. Cum shot into my mouth and I sucked hard. This time I was able to keep more of his cum in my mouth and as he subsided I picked up my head and showed him mouth full of cum and swallowed. We both got up and used a towel to clean up and I started to get dressed. He said the night is still young why don’t you stay a while? We kissed and gently rubbed each other’s chest and nipples throughout the remaining hour of the porn flick. During the final scene both our dicks came back to life and we were ready for round two. Scott told bahis siteleri me he wanted me to lick his balls and rim his ass. He stood up and I knelt on the floor behind him as he bent over the bend. I licked the back of his balls up close to his tight ass hole. Finally, I circled the outside of his asshole as he moaned how good my warm wet tongue felt on his ass. I was getting into it as he told me to lick the hole which I promptly did. Then I stuck my tongue in his ass and tongue fucked his acidic hole as he moaned loudly with pleasure. After Scott had his fill of ass licking he said that I was a great at eating ass and thanked me for the tongue fuck – saying he does not expect people to do that part of ass licking but was sure glad I did. We were both supporting pretty rigid hard on’s and he had me lay on the bed with my head hanging over the edge to give him a BJ. I reached my hand up to his dick and guided it into my mouth. Using my hand I controlled his thrusting. After a few minutes of this, he took my hands and pinned them to my chest and started to really thrust into my mouth. I had no control over the depth but found that I could withhold the gagging relax a bit. Before I knew it I was taking most of his impressive 8” cock into my mouth. But then he pushed the last 2 inches in and held it there and I started to gag/choke as hard as güvenilir bahis I ever. Finally, I escaped and caught my breath. We did this a few more minutes with me gagging and choking on his cock 2-3 more times. Fortunately, he wanted more ass licking. I laid on my back and he grabbed the head board as he sort of sat on my face. I licked his ass and tongue fucked it. Then he straddled me told me to stick a finger in his ass and massage his prostate. He straddled me as I inserted a finger and massaged his prostate. He told me to start stroking my cock and he stroked only inches from my face. His cock was deep red and his head was big as I watched Scott stroke his cock. I was enjoying my hand and he told me to let him know when I was going to cum. I asked him if he was close and Scott said yes, but he was right on the edge and could hold it. I kept working my finger on his prostate and used the other hand to work my tool. I told him I was almost there and he said good, my finger was giving him a deep urge to cum. Finally, he stroked harder and leaned back and I felt the first rope of his cum land on the right side of my face and get in my eye. Just then I let loose shooting my load as he continued to pump cum on my face and hair. After he was finished he used his dick to rub the cum over my face as I rubbed my cum all over my tummy and chest with my hands.Cum was dripping off my face as I got cleaned up. Scott said that I was great tonight and that he needed to take tomorrow off but invited me back to his place on Thursday, the last night of the conference.

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I LOVE YOU MOM!I loved my mom then and i can only imagine how she is now,19 years later.I found these pictures in my portfolio titled “arlene gallagher” and its a identical match in every way that it even questions myself if its her or not? i have one old picture of her and you hold it up its so identical it has me totally confused. its HER but with some age! but it CANT be! can it? I get so hot talking about her that im only this far into my story and my cock is oozing precum,my hearts racing, and my hands are shaking. i want to run and get my wifes dirty panties and jack off so bad but i want to get this story out and i know IF i make it and then i do jack off it will be that much more INTENSE! But anyway. like i said in every way its her. the way i remember everything is the same. just 20 years older and even that much sexier!she use to always wear black real thin spaghetti strap nightgowns just like the one in these pictures. the way she stands with that sexy smile-smurk on her face.the way she peals her panties off in someof the pictures. OH MY GOD! thats the same way she would take them off and after rubbing her wet hairy pussy to get that fresh musky scent on them,throw them at me and i would bury my face in the crotch. I think about her all the time wondering why she cut off all communication with me.All i have now are memories of what used to be and fantasies of what i hope everyday ill still have sooner or later.like i said though it confuses me because maybe it really is her and she still has the desire to be with me again but cant or doesnt want to physically. my mom has always known that i had a thing for her and older women in general so she would know if there were pictures canlı bahis of her out there i would find them.IF i can figure out how to upload pictures ill take a picture of her pictures and put her on my profile and i gurantee every would agree its my mom. i only hope and dream so bad that it is and i want what i see so bad. BUT then its not hard to get ahold of me or track me down if she wanted to be with me again. so i dont know? another funny thing about the only 2 pictures i have of my mom are shes sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace and alot of these pictures i found on the web are centered around and on the floor in front of the fireplace! is it her trying to tell me something or did i smoke to much weed? she always loved wearing black undergarments same as in these pictures. we use to have sex alot with her laid back in a chair same with having sex on the floor like shes spread out and open in these pictures.The only picture i found on her knees looking back is just like the first time she got on her knees rubbing her pussy and looked back at me inviting me into her pussy. These pictures she obviously loves her tits, my mom LOVED massaging her own tits licking and sucking on her own nipples. ANYTHING to do with her tits she loved.she would have me wash her tits in the shower,she loved tity fucking wether she would jack me off with them or i would fuck them. of course she loved rubbing my cum allover them when i came. If i laid on her side sucking her right tit rubbing her pussy she would cum like crazy! she herself loved sucking on her own nipples. also the pictures are all so inviting. even back when we were messing around if though we both knew something sexual was going bahis siteleri to happen between us when we spent the weekends together she would just catch me off guard walking into the living room and she would be on the floor or on the couch legs spread wide open holding her pussy apart and look at me with that “cum eat my pussy and fuck me real hard” look! These latest pictures i found she has her panties on but pulling her panties aside. throughout the day when we needed to get a quick fix she would pull her panties aside let me hit and we would go on with our day.my mom always kept her nails done same as the pictures! you know how if you think a picture might be someone you know you look for a resembling feature.these pictures are so identical im looking at every sinlge detail for something to tell me its NOT her. dont get me wrong i hope and wish its her but i dont just want pictures,i want HER! to be with her and have her again!thens theres kitchen pictures, she would be cooking and get on the floor for a quickie or jump up on the counter and say “want a taste of what your gonna get later” and let me eat her pussy. she loved to have her pussy eaten.that was usually where we started. i get off more eating pussy than a getting blowjob there nice but im a pussy eating,licking,sucking junkie!love it hairy,sopping wet,and a slight natural musky scent!My mom would go crazy having her pussy eaten the whole time rubbing my head and rubbing all over herself. we would go and go and go until she couldnt take it anymore and then beg for me to fuck her which of course i did but sometimes made her wait. i always loved the smell of her pussy. from the time i would take her dirty panties and pantyhose güvenilir bahis up until she was sitting on my face rubbing her hairy wet pussy back and forth. when i would eat her out i would bury my nose deep in pussy and take the biggest whiffs i could of her.I see these pictures and can only hope. over the years ive wondered if she changed, if she still had that amazing figure, big boobs,wide hips,most of all ive always wondered if she still had that nice hairy pussy? hoped and wished it is also she always loved rubbing her hair down there.MY mom cums like crazy in all sexuall positions or acts,but i could only get her to squirt 2 ways. when i was fucking her from behind i would be right behind her going in deep and then after awhile i would get more over her going deep but also down and she would squirt like crazy! the first time she squirted it caught me by suprise. she was on her back and i was fucking her good but not real hard and and of a sudden she squeezed her legs real tight to wear i pushed me out of her and she started rubbing her pussy real hard and fast for about a second and she squirted all over herself me and the blanket and lost her breath for a second. I was like whhhhooooooaaaaaaa AWESOME!I didnt know if she pissed or what but I KNEW I LIKED IT! Then obviously she explained, and it was a goal of mine since…make it squirt!So i know what i had and know it could only get better with age and i want it again. I long evryday for you!Well ive had all i can take im going to go get a pair of my wifes fresh scented panties,get out the picture of my mom, look at these pictures of her on my profile. all while stroking my cock and telling my mom out loud how much i love smelling her musky pussy while fucking her,and how i want her to pussy fart while fucking her on her knees and how i want to shoot my hot cum allover her wide open pussy,at the same time she cums allover my cock.I MISS YOU MOM!

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