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"You naughty girl." He laughed a little, but didn't seem to mind as she flipped around on the couch, putting her hands on the back and her knees on the couch so she could stick out her supple ass for him. He immediately slapped it, and she giggled at the slight stinging sensation this caused. The giggle dissolved into a positively greedy moan as she felt his shaft slide up in between her crack.
Now he was telling me that he had another child outside our marriage. Humph.
'Oh, look, you CAN obey,' he murmured as he captured my entire nipple in his mouth and began to suck on me. I shivered a little as I felt his tongue lapping and his mouth sucking. I also relaxed against him a little bit, offering a little bit despite myself.
"No problem, Ben. I was knocking for a while but noone answered."
Thinking of the size and shape of it, I wondered how much of it I could take, and just as quickly realized I was going to find out. Just as slowly as she had with her fingers, she worked the dildo into my ass, going in a bit farther with each stroke. It felt much softer than her fingers had, and I relaxed and let her fuck me with it. Soon I realized that it wasn't going in any more and looked back to see only a couple of inches of that 10" dildo remaining visible. As the speed of her thrusts increased, so did my pleasure, soon she was fucking my ass just as hard as I usually fucked her when we made love - and it felt great! Suddenly she changed tactics, pulling it all the way out and then putting just the head in. I could feel my sphincter expand and contract with each stroke.
I drove home at 2 am through misty fields, braking for rabbits and watching the moon through the trees. Life was good. I laughed out loud at one point, wondering who was going to clean that blanket. Several times I lifted my index and middle finger to my nose and sniffed essence of MaryAnn, then sniffed again. What a day!
You sat on the edge of the bed to put on the first pair. As you put them on, your legs parted revealing a beautifully trimmed pussy. I sat in awe as you tried pair after pair, trying to find just the right ones. You noticed the full length mirror and began to model them in it.
All barriers are down now, and my hand is tangled in her hair, my other hand still slowly pumping my cock, and we lose ourselves to each other. I greedily devour a nipple and she suppresses a moan. I am growing impatient with the roughness of my own hand and lust for her warmth wrapped around me like a glove. She senses it and pulls my hand away and, sliding down, crushing roses, she kisses my thighs. I roll onto my back and let her please me. She's loving me with her little kisses, with her eyelashes, breathing on me and teasing me. I have never been so aroused, and my hips roll into her face.
It wasn't long before Cari had taken my entire cock in her mouth. I don't know if she was lost in the moment, or just showing my friend that she knew how to give good head. Whatever it was, it had caught me completely off guard.
"Your father is a wonderful man. He's been a good husband, a good father and a good provider. When we were first married, our sex life was . . . adequate. Nothing extraordinary, but good enough for a girl who's never had that much to begin with. And we were so young. Once we had you kids, we were so busy and tired sometimes, that it was natural for our sex life to suffer. But I don't think it ever . . . . became what I wanted or needed."
I took the glass and gulped down the water in one quick motion.
We laughed and hugged, and he tickled me. He stretched back out, and I continued to rub his chest. We were quiet for quite awhile, and I couldn't help myself. I rubbed his belly, then lower, till my fingers "accidentally" brushed across his penis. It was as if I wanted to make sure it was still there. It was, and it was just as I had remembered it. I petted it. Then I remembered it in my mouth.
For the next hour, Jenny filled him in on her week at work. Obviously she left out any reference to her sexual activity.
Amanda and I made it to the fountain when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see Nia and that guy from before sitting at the fountain talking like old comrades. What was she doing with him? And why was his hand on her thigh? My blood began to boil. How dare she look so damned happy with someone else while I was miserable without her around? Determined to find answers, I started walking her way.
As Eva got out of the consulate, her mind was working at full speed. So, there was a place where black women went almost naked and were mesmerized by metallic objects... If she carried enough of these with her, she could exchange them for favors from the girls. They were certainly accustomed to play with women: how else could they get pleasure? She would choose one or two of the finest and make them her favorites; it was a question of tact - she had to be careful, but if she acted rightly they would give in.
Now he was telling me that he had another child outside our marriage. Humph.
'Oh, look, you CAN obey,' he murmured as he captured my entire nipple in his mouth and began to suck on me. I shivered a little as I felt his tongue lapping and his mouth sucking. I also relaxed against him a little bit, offering a little bit despite myself.
"No problem, Ben. I was knocking for a while but noone answered."
Thinking of the size and shape of it, I wondered how much of it I could take, and just as quickly realized I was going to find out. Just as slowly as she had with her fingers, she worked the dildo into my ass, going in a bit farther with each stroke. It felt much softer than her fingers had, and I relaxed and let her fuck me with it. Soon I realized that it wasn't going in any more and looked back to see only a couple of inches of that 10" dildo remaining visible. As the speed of her thrusts increased, so did my pleasure, soon she was fucking my ass just as hard as I usually fucked her when we made love - and it felt great! Suddenly she changed tactics, pulling it all the way out and then putting just the head in. I could feel my sphincter expand and contract with each stroke.
I drove home at 2 am through misty fields, braking for rabbits and watching the moon through the trees. Life was good. I laughed out loud at one point, wondering who was going to clean that blanket. Several times I lifted my index and middle finger to my nose and sniffed essence of MaryAnn, then sniffed again. What a day!
You sat on the edge of the bed to put on the first pair. As you put them on, your legs parted revealing a beautifully trimmed pussy. I sat in awe as you tried pair after pair, trying to find just the right ones. You noticed the full length mirror and began to model them in it.
All barriers are down now, and my hand is tangled in her hair, my other hand still slowly pumping my cock, and we lose ourselves to each other. I greedily devour a nipple and she suppresses a moan. I am growing impatient with the roughness of my own hand and lust for her warmth wrapped around me like a glove. She senses it and pulls my hand away and, sliding down, crushing roses, she kisses my thighs. I roll onto my back and let her please me. She's loving me with her little kisses, with her eyelashes, breathing on me and teasing me. I have never been so aroused, and my hips roll into her face.
It wasn't long before Cari had taken my entire cock in her mouth. I don't know if she was lost in the moment, or just showing my friend that she knew how to give good head. Whatever it was, it had caught me completely off guard.
"Your father is a wonderful man. He's been a good husband, a good father and a good provider. When we were first married, our sex life was . . . adequate. Nothing extraordinary, but good enough for a girl who's never had that much to begin with. And we were so young. Once we had you kids, we were so busy and tired sometimes, that it was natural for our sex life to suffer. But I don't think it ever . . . . became what I wanted or needed."
I took the glass and gulped down the water in one quick motion.
We laughed and hugged, and he tickled me. He stretched back out, and I continued to rub his chest. We were quiet for quite awhile, and I couldn't help myself. I rubbed his belly, then lower, till my fingers "accidentally" brushed across his penis. It was as if I wanted to make sure it was still there. It was, and it was just as I had remembered it. I petted it. Then I remembered it in my mouth.
For the next hour, Jenny filled him in on her week at work. Obviously she left out any reference to her sexual activity.
Amanda and I made it to the fountain when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see Nia and that guy from before sitting at the fountain talking like old comrades. What was she doing with him? And why was his hand on her thigh? My blood began to boil. How dare she look so damned happy with someone else while I was miserable without her around? Determined to find answers, I started walking her way.
As Eva got out of the consulate, her mind was working at full speed. So, there was a place where black women went almost naked and were mesmerized by metallic objects... If she carried enough of these with her, she could exchange them for favors from the girls. They were certainly accustomed to play with women: how else could they get pleasure? She would choose one or two of the finest and make them her favorites; it was a question of tact - she had to be careful, but if she acted rightly they would give in.
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