Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Teen Boobs Modeling In

This incident happened 15 years ago, and is the single craziest thing my wife and I have done sexually in a marriage that is now pushing 25 years. We are now in our late 40s, and a lot has changed since that time. We have three children, sons aged 20 and 18, and a daughter who will be 14 soon. In a roundabout way, she has a small part in the story I'm about to tell.

Diane chose the latest issues of some fetish-wear magazines and three books for me to read; I paid cash. Then we stopped outside a plain black door in a side-street. Diane phoned a number from her mobile and the door opened inwards. The doorman greeted Diane warmly by another name and looked me up and down before nodding us through. We climbed the dimly-lit stairs, which were carpeted in thick, lush black.

“No way! I was just cruising around in my car. I must really have nothing on, or be really bored, to come here. Sounds pretty pathetic, I guess.”

"Well, if he's genuine and you think I'll be safe enough with him then sure, why not, I'd rather be out on the water than slaving in the kitchen." I replied.

"No!" He reached out grab me. "I want us to fuck,

"I'll be back for you when it's ready."

“I’m still searching. Look, are you sure about this? I mean, if she is guilty, fine. But if not, well, you loose your job.” His patronising attitude annoyed me.

“Mel, he got the gold ring.” Jo laughed. “Hold it tight while I pull back and don’t drop it, slut.” Jo lowered the chair, withdrawing her self from the tampon and my mouth. My face was sweaty and I could smell the mixture of her cum juice and bloody discharge. The tampon was mushy to hold and smelt too of semen. I suspected Jo had been fucked earlier before inserting the tampon.

I picked myself up and threw the pillow back at her. My erection had not flagged, and I moved a little awkwardly, but I think I covered it mostly. "Hero?" I echoed.

"As good as Clara Bow?"

Julie stopped licking at Emily's clit and Emily moved to sit on Steve's cock, sliding her way down until she had as much as she could take within her. Then she slid up and down over and over again, Julie watching closely. She reached out and played with Emily's breast.

(Eight Months Later)

The husky sounds of laughter carried though the telephone receiver. "It is an expensive set, one of the best made on this planet."

When the song changed, the partners did too. Becky had lost her dress. Her red bra and panties contrasted nicely with her skin.

“Breakfast?” I asked. “I’m starving.”

"This ol'thing." Bell smiled. "It's a little long don't you think?" The older woman's eyes moved down to the ultra short skirt on Karen's thighs.

He stopped for a moment so she could see the smile on his face, then took his other hand and began to rub the head of his cock along their victim's lips.

Any ways, I keep thinking about Kathy lying in her bed in those tight little panties. I looked over at my wife who was snoring because of a sinus condition. I slid from our bed without causing her to stir. I moved so quickly across the carpet in the dark that I didn't even hear myself.

Part 1

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