Monday, September 18, 2006

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I made sure that the egg was A-okay and then leant down to kiss your bum. I was very turned on by this, but I had to make sure that I restrained my self; otherwise we would never leave the bedroom.

I wish I would have known years ago just how much pleasure a woman can get from giving a blow job, she thought. I thought it was all about pleasing the man, but this morning's blow job alone was better than any actual fuck my husband's ever gave me! My son. So kind, yet so confident. So manly. If only he was more aggressive with his confidence and just a little less considerate. I want him to tell me, "Excuse me, Mommy, but right now I'm going to fuck your face," and then he'd just do it without asking, and I'd LOVE it! I always do. Or what if I asked him, "Is there anything else you want with that breakfast?" and he replied, "Yes, Mommy. I want to fuck your ass." Then he'd roughly throw me to the ground and fuck me all over the floor, like he was pushing a vacuum cleaner around. Wow.

"Can you start Monday? Don't know what you make now, but we will pay more for certain."

"Melissa is a drug company rep that was at the convention and Hayden is a financial analyst, they are really nice it will be fun."

"Then you all fucked me silly," she continued. "You filled me up and you came on me again and again and again! I LOVED IT! CUM ON ME. CUM ON MY FACE. CUM ON MY TITS! CUM ALL OVER ME! You all had so much JIZZ in you and I SUCKED IT ALL DOWN! My tummy is filled with the cum from THREE BIG DICKS. I LOVED IT!"

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After five full-length tapes of every imaginable way of sucking cock, Sara and I were very hot. We made an attempt to discuss the various techniques we had seen, but ended up in the classic 69 position, with our tongues up each other's twats, licking each other to orgasm after orgasm. We finally decided that we would get the boys hot and then suck every drop of jizz from their cocks.

"The football team," Dee asked?

"Good point," he said. They all smiled at him and he decided to let them in on his 'Crissy fantasy'.

"Oh already." Lauren said.

I had been drowsing off to the susurrus of the room, and a blonde spiky hairdo, a movie star face and way too many piercings were peering up at me from the Xerox on my left. The face's owner, a 20-something man with a three-day shave and hands that looked like they could crush bare rock, was busy refilling the machine's paper feeder. He gave me a grin that could either cut glass or charm you to death, before continuing his wrestling game with a stuck paper tray.

She pushed her lips to mine and gave me a wetter kiss than usual. I could taste liquor on her breath and figured she had mixed herself a strong drink after her little romp in the bathroom with dad. "That will teach you to try to cheat your mother out of a real kiss." She said before kissing me wetly once more.

I would never have believed that my petite wife could swallow the monster-sized cock but it was slowly passed through her lips, she finally had to let go of the shaft so she could press her face to the very root, so it could slide all the way down her throat. Then she reached around and held onto to the his black hips and fucked her lovely face back and forth onto the rigid pole. Her quickened pace had an immediate effect on Melvin.

I eased her hand from my penis, slowly. She was reluctant to release me and, as guilty as I was feeling, I didn't need more pain. I told her it wasn't right.

I cupped my hand over the mouthpiece and called, "Dad...phone."

Cindy's old college gang hadn't been together since Sue's wedding. She'd been the last of the "Odd Squad" to get married. At the time, there was talk about having regular reunions. But for one reason or another, a year passed and nothing happened.

"I know what you like whore. You like the fact that I raped your daughter. You tasted her wetness and now you can feel it inside you on my cock. Can't you bitch? I want to hear it!"






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