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She was still wearing the gorgeous camisole when he began massaging her shoulders, but soon sat forward a few inches and lifted her arms in a silent signal that it was time for the garment to come off, and Sam happily removed both it and his tee shirt. He could tell she was getting close to orgasm, and was grateful because he also knew he couldn’t last much longer; the taunting her fingers were performing on him, coupled with the fantasy that had enabled him to while away the time during the slow drive home, had him primed to shoot his load like a horny 16-year-old, but he dutifully held out for her signal.
In fact, just talking about lovely Lance made me want to stop and finger myself right here on the cold stone steps. Climbing from the bed, I helped Lancelot drag Arthur to the bed “Thanks, Lance, you’re a good friend.” Never to know what it feels like to be touched by the sweet hands of love. “Don’t tell her anything, though, not while she lets me cum on her face every night.”I placed my crown back on my head. Now you know why I’m gay, these women are fucking nuts.“Look, you’re freaking me out now, Guin. He was acting like a guilty man facing the chop.“You know something about Guinevere, what is it?
In the Gun Room (behind locked doors) I would get down on my knees to fellate him after breakfast; we had a regular mid-morning session on the landing of the Great Hall, when he took me across his knees to spank me with a riding crop; and while he was taking his afternoon tea in the Library, Algie liked me to suck him gently, though not to completion. Apart from the Estate's three tenant farmers, there was only Corbyn, Roland and Albert (wearing clothes for the occasion), standing with me in the Great Hall to hear Sir Algernon Hardcastle's lawyer read a summary of the old man's Last Will & Testament.
“She’s obviously over-endowed and under-dressed right,” I started and turned my head to look at my wife who sat on the other sofa. My wife just sat there with little or no response and a bewildered look on her face as she watched my willy impersonate a helicopter. “Oh come on, don’t you think that would be exciting; hearing and watching other couples have sex with each other, joining in with them and helping them out.” “You know, I’ve said many times how sexy your bum looks, perched in the air, when you’re on all fours giving me that once in a fortnight blow-job, especially with your tits dangling on my thighs.”
It was a long time ago when I first met a friend that called themselves human, I now call them people, because that’s what they call themselves. I shook my head at first, not understanding why these people left it so late to go for a walk, and then, when they got here, they never bothered to get out of their car, they just drove away again. Anyway, like I said, these other cars turn up, and I thought it strange at first that they only contained men. I shook my head at this point in time, and I watched until the guy holding her head with both his hands pulled her onto his cock.
Her lips were large and pouty, and whenever men saw her for the first time, they usually imagined her dick-sucking lips wrapped around their hard, throbbing cocks until they could empty into her slutty mouth and pretty face. When he pressed his big dick against her asshole, it hurt for only a second before his cock, which was all wet from her cream and his spunk, slid all the way into her virgin ass. Even though his name was Little Dick, he was even bigger than his dad, and when he pulled his cock out of his shorts, Flora knew it was going to be a good afternoon.
I knew Karen would never have anything to do with a guy like me unless she got to know me first. But I could be a perfect gentleman and a real sweetheart, especially when it came to succulent lips and big boobs and a hot ass like Karen's. If the way to Karen's heart, and other parts of her anatomy, was through taking her nerdy little sister to church, well, Hallelujah! Maybe because she was always dressed like a little old maid. "I know you like Karen," she told me, hitting the peppermint again. "I suck cock," she whispered in my ear, kissed me a little harder, then whispered in my other ear, "for the right guy, I might cornhole."
She's insistent it must be anal, otherwise no deal," Will says, making me laugh my water back up, "She wants to film it too." Sixty percent sure she's a lesbian, but she just looks like she can suck a mean dick," Will says, and I laugh again, harder than last time. "What's the deal?" Will asks, Samantha putting her hands on her hips, "What is the point of the side bitch rule, if you can retract it whenever you damn well please?" He has me asking for him to cum, making me want sex with him without a condom, making Samantha North putty in his hand, and a girl four years older than him so cock hungry it's hilarious.
But when Tatjana turned toward her servant-girl she no longer saw the face of Suzanne. Instead she saw other eyes and noses, a long series, a continuous stream of waving curls and locks, of faces ---thousands, millions, which all appeared and disappeared and reappeared at the same time, which all continually shifted and rejuvenated themselves and which were yet all Suzanne. And Tatjana saw that this mask-like smile, this smile of unity over the flowing forms, this smile of simultaneousness over the thousands of births and deaths ---this smile of Tatjana's and Suzanne's -- was exactly the same as the calm, delicate, impenetrable, perhaps gracious, perhaps mocking, wise, thousand-fold smile of Demeter, Kore, Persephone, Aphrodite, Athena, Hera, Artemis, Gaia, the many-faced Great Goddess, as she the Goddess Herself had seen it in awe a thousand times.
An idea formed in her head, she looked around quickly for George, when she saw him working the room, she grabbed Fred by the bulge in his pants and, without saying a word, led him to his office upstairs like a dog on a leash. Christine then returned downstairs and looked for George. Christine slid off Fred and George climbed on the table in a way so he could mount Fred. Instead of the anticipated screaming from Fred, Christine heard "Ooh, that's a tight fit." Slightly puzzled, she snapped a picture with her cell-phone/camera of them in the act, making Fred's face the more visible of the two, and quietly returned downstairs to the party.
By the time we reach the senior year of high school, we had both just turned 18 and were looking forward to college. "I know I'm going to do terrible in math," she told me one day on the way home in the school bus. It looked like a typical girl's room: a single frilly bed, a dresser, and a lot of posters of rock and movie stars. When I tried to pull out, it felt like her vise grip was going to pull my dick right off. "Hi, Mr. Johnson," I said, with what could only be described as a 'shit-eating grin.' "This isn't what it looks like."
I'm talking about the first time a man convinced me I needed a dick in my ass. I found out about a year ago that every time I got drunk I would scream out "Fuck me in the ass." He would of course oblige my command. It didn't take me too long to move my new favorite toy in and out of my ass and I came hard and fast very quickly. I want to fuck his ass till cum shoots out his cock all over me. I remembered the first time I had a foreign object forced upon my back entry and waited for him to relax.
She was super shy, and it was hard to get her to fuck with the lights on (this girl one of the early ones, a year before I got night shot). She just laid there on her side as I stuck it in her pussy to get it wet, and then switched to her ass for a little side fucking till I came, and when I cam it was deep in her ass again. There was no door or anything, just a small room with some lockers, and a hall way with the customer bathrooms, and here I am, fucking her ass as hard as I can as people walk in and out of the shitter 8 feet away..