Disclaimer: I will be naming several porn stars and fictional characters from other media in this series. The porn stars I name are fictional versions and I own none of the fictional characters from other media, they too are fictional versions.
Jerry finds Rob jerking off when he gets home. Things get out of hand, then only get worse when Dad gets home!
Boy finds challenge in emulating his parents BDSM lifestyle.
Thank you all for the encouraging words in the first chapter and apologies for the cliff hanger.
These are mostly second drafts I’m posting so I can form a complete story by the end, so again, I would appreciate any constructive criticism and/or suggestions.
Enjoy ^_^
Denise is not in this Chapter, slightly deceiving but she will back in Chapter 20, after a long absense Judge Janet is back to enjoy some nastiness with Master Rocky
This story is part of a series. It will make much more sense if you read them in order.
Justin and Sam have to find a way back to their own reality and deal with the crazy version of his little sister!
Alyessa’s former teacher, a sexy black woman, pursues the shy futa!
Craig & Julie have a ‘chat’ and Craig has to make a choice about his future. Then Hailey & Julie clear the air before Hailey puts on a show and has a choice to make about her future.
An audiobook version of this story is available for free on my website, the details to which can be found in my forum profile 🙂 Xx
Al and I take our nephews to the Japanese Bath House
Part 2
I awoke the next morning to my alarm ringing loudly as I quickly silenced the ringing clock. Checking on whether the two other girls in the room had been disturbed from their sleep, I immediately noticed that Leslie was still in Laura’s bed and they were both still out of it. “Boy,” I thought, “it’s a good thing that I’m headed down stairs because if Momma had come in and seen this pair and Leslie being naked and all, well there would be hell to pay.”
I silently crept out of the bedroom and slipped downstairs and into the kitchen and was my Momma ever surprised to see me. I told her “Good morning” and asked her what’s for breakfast and she curiously asked why I was up so early. I told her that we had gone to bed early and I was the first one up and I would make sure the others were up as soon as I got something to eat. Glancing at her watch, she said that she had to get going and rushed out to the garage and on her way. Daddy had long ago left and as the garage door made it way back down, it gave the signal that the coast was clear so I ran back up the stairs to the bedroom.
As I approached the door, I heard them talking in soft voices like last night so I came to a stop right outside the closed door. Listening intently, I heard Leslie say, “No Kristy didn’t hear us last night. She was asleep now lay back and enjoy it.” I heard the bed squeak and then I heard Laura moan. I got that feeling back in my crotch and as I slowly opened the door a crack, I looked in and saw Leslie’s body on the outside of the covers with her hand down on Laura’s crotch.
She was rubbing on the outside of Laura’s pajamas as my sister’s head rested on the pillow with her eyes closed. Her chin was up in the air and she was biting down on her lower lip. Leslie was telling her something in a low voice that I couldn’t make out but Laura said, “Uh huh,” in response. Her legs widened out as her hips rose slightly.
“That’s it,” Leslie was saying to her, “doesn’t that feel good. Pick up your top and let me see you play with your titties a little.”
Laura obeyed the instructions as she reached down and pulled up her pajama top and gathered it around her neck line and then with one of her hands, she started caressing her own nipple. It must have felt wonderful because she arched her back as she bit down on her lower lip again and moaned even louder than she had the first time.
Leslie glanced over at the door and noticed it open a bit. She looked hard at who was on the other side and then smiled and told Laura, “Shush, do you want to bring Kristy back up here?”
Leslie looked at the slightly opened door again and gave it a big smile and moved her hand up to the waistband of Laura’s pajamas. Laura told her, “Oh no Leslie, it’s too dangerous to put your hand in there. What would happen if my sister was to come back up?”
Pressing her hand downward until it rested right on her naked crotch under the pajama bottoms, Leslie said, “Don’t worry, I’ll hear her come up the stairs if she comes but I don’t think that she will and besides, it’s no big deal if she sees us is it?”
Laura was too busy to hear her last statement as she was feeling the sensation of have her bare pussy rubbed and Leslie’s finger make it way up her slit. When it found her clitoris, Laura jerked her body upward and cried out in a muffled scream of ecstasy as she felt Leslie’s magic finger do its thing.
“Oh my God,” Laura exclaimed. “Oh Leslie, it feels so good. Do it some more to me.”
Leslie complied and Laura arched her back once again as she started to orgasm all over her bed. Leslie’s hand was buried inside of her pajamas as the bulge at the crotch was moving like a blur. Laura was over the top with her release and was twisting her poor nipple with the hand that was fondling it. Her chin was pointing straight up in the air and she was not breathing and then, in a one loud grunt, she exploded into a massive orgasm that rattled the windows.
Leslie glanced over at the door again but she wasn’t smiling like she had before. She had a serious look on her face like she was ready to explode also and her hand was feverishly rubbing Laura’s crotch. My mouth was wide open and I had the strangest yearning to rub my own crotch standing outside my bedroom. I was starring right at Laura’s crotch as Leslie hand was rubbing it and I didn’t give a darn who could see me as I opened the door just a little bit more.
“GOD LESLIE, OH LESLIEEE, OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD!” she screamed.
Leslie yanked out her hand from between Laura’s legs and rushed it to her mouth. I could almost smell Laura’s odor from way over at my position but as I looked on, Leslie took it into her mouth and started to clean it off. I couldn’t watch this anymore so turned around and headed back down the stairs. My knees began to shake and I almost fell down the stairwell I was so excited. But when I finally got to the kitchen, I sat down in a chair and continued to catch my breath. I smiled to myself and took a deep breath.
I fixed bowl of cereal for myself was in the process of eating it when the pair of lovers came down the stairs to join me. Laura was still wearing her pajamas and Leslie had on a terry cloth robe. Both looked at me rather peculiar but Laura’s face was red and flushed.
“About time you two got down here,” I said.
“Yeah, we just now woke up,” offered Laura.
I glanced at Leslie but she was looking the other way and would not meet my gaze. After awhile I caught her eye and gave her a wink and she just smiled a little. I put my bowl in the dishwasher and told them that I was going up to take a shower and get dressed and that I would see them in awhile. As I walked back up the stairs, I heard Laura whisper to Leslie, “I don’t think she knows anything, do you?”
“Naw,” Leslie responded.
I went into the bathroom carrying a change of clothing and a towel and closed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered when my breasts would get bigger and start feeling like a woman instead of a skinny 12 year old. I removed my night gown and was looking at my tiny boobies when the door opened a crack and then fully and in walked Leslie.
I instinctively covered my chest with my arms and looked at her through the mirror. She walked up behind me and placed her hands on my bare shoulders, looking into my eyes all the way. She lightly caressed my skin with her hands and then slowly moved them down to the tie that kept her robe around her. Pulling on it gently, it opened up and fell apart exposing her naked body to my gaze. She scooted up close behind me and I could feel the heat from her bare body rubbing up against me. As I stood there is just my panties with my arm over my young chest, I could feel my own heat start to grow.
She traced her touch down each of my arms from the shoulders to my wrists, barely touching my skin and then, taking my arm in one hand, she pulled it off of its place over my chest and guided it down to my side. I watched in horror as I saw my own bare chest make it presence known. My cheeks turned a little red but I did not move my arm back up for cover.
Her hands went up my tummy to just below where my two little mounds were forming and then she touched my nipples with the back of her knuckles. The sensation was mind blowing as they each stiffened up like pebbles. My face became flush as I fought for my breath and my eyes started to water. I took in a deep inhale as I alternated my gaze between Leslie’s hands and her face. She was smiling a seductive smile and it made me shiver with dread and anticipation. I knew it was wrong but it felt so good.
She turned her hand over and rubbed each of my nipples with the palm of her hand. Ever so lightly I felt her hand touch and stimulate my pebbles. In a moment, her touch became a squeeze and my eyes closed involuntarily to the sensation to only reopen when the sensation changed and I felt her touch go back down to my tummy again. As it reached down to my cotton briefs, I felt a strange jolt emanate out of my crotch as my knees began to buckle and a sight moan escaped my lips. My face became flushed and my eyes grew wider as I watched her hand go down over my panties and I felt a pressured touch on my private area. My knees again started to give way as my mind began to blur.
I watched as her finger went down between my legs and I could feel it as it entered my junction. It felt so amazingly stimulating that I wanted to pee right then and there. I bowed my hips backward as her finger continued to press forward and another moan came out of my open mouth. I looked up into Leslie’s eyes and I saw the confidence of someone who knew what she was doing plus she gave me a quick smile and a nod of her head. I relented to her touch and closed my eyes to enjoy it.
I felt her finger drag along my slit and I jumped and squealed when it touched my node. I felt for the first time the wonderful sensation of having my clitoris touched by someone and I knew why everyone craved the contact. It felt so absolutely great that I cried out and bent down at the waist only to straighten back up and press my hips forward for another caress. My eyes were still closed and my mind was anticipating her next move. But when I felt her hand go up to the top of my panties and insert itself down the front, they sprang back open and a look of horror came over my entire face.
As her hand made its way down as far as it would reach, I knew that she had felt my poor little growth of fuzz that I like to call my pubic hair and my face turned an instant color of red. I glanced up to her eyes and they gave me a reassuring look that told me that it was alright. She wasn’t making any judgment and this was to be just for me so I once again closed my eyes and enjoyed her fingering touch.
As it made its way up my slit, I had the uncontrollable desire to return the favor to the aggressor so I slid my hand back to find her hairy crotch and when I did, started duplicating her every move. She moaned in my ear as she opened up her stance and started moving her finger in rhythm with my own. We were both starting to get heated when there came a knock at the door and a voice asking what was going on. Withdrawing her hand in a flash as I pulled my touch away from her slit, she quickly took a step backward to allow some air to get between our two sweaty bodies.
“Nothing,” she managed to say as I grabbed up my things and headed towards the opening door, foregoing my desperate need for a shower to get all of the sexual odors out from between my legs. I hurriedly walked out of the bathroom as Laura walked in and she stopped to watch as I went straight to my closet. The only piece of clothing that I had on was my panties and I never walk around in just my underwear. Laura took one look at me going and then back to Leslie and asked, “What was going on in there anyway?”
Leslie told her nonchalantly, “Nothing, I was just getting to know my cousin that’s all,” and walked over and turned on the shower. “Are you going to join me?” she asked, changing the subject.
Laura must had taken her up on the offer because after I got dressed and went back down to the kitchen they were up there for nearly 45 minutes doing whatever they were doing and when they finally came down the stairs, the both seemed rather satisfied with themselves and they were walking and touching each other just like back in school when a boy asks a girl to go steady.
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Right after lunch, the clouds started to build up and Laura and I knew that it meant that it was going to rain by mid-afternoon so we had better make some plans that required the indoors. I suggested that we play a board game but Laura deflected her choice to Leslie. Our cousin thought for a second and then a great big smile crossed her face.
“I know,” she said all enthusiastically. “Let’s stay in the house and play “Follow the Leader”.
We looked at each other with a questioning look in our expressions as Leslie’s face grew more animated.
“Haven’t you ever played it before?” she asked. We both shook our heads “no” as Leslie continued to explain. “It’s simple,” she said. “One person is the leader, I’ll start out, and then one of you will have to do exactly what I do and the third one does what the second one does. If you don’t then you have to sit out as the other one continues to play. We have to have something to play for, I don’t know, having to do something embarrassing in front of the other two. Let’s say the first person that doesn’t do exactly what the leader does is the loser and has to do whatever the leader tells her. Okay?”
We looked to each other for help but didn’t find anything like it in the eyes of the other. After this morning with a session with Leslie, I felt a foreboding deep inside my gut but was too afraid to tell them. Laura must have felt the same but kept her mouth shut so, with no objections, Leslie said, “Good. This will be fun! Okay, starting NOW!” and started running into the living room of the big farm house.
Laura followed and I brought up the rear as we tried to imitate every action that Leslie would make. She trotted along and occasionally would roll over a sofa and skip over a table. Then as she ran down the hallway, she made a detour into our parent’s room and into their bathroom. We weren’t supposed to be in there and we knew it but neither of us wanted to be the first one out of the game so we continued to follow the lead of our cousin.
Suddenly she stopped at our parent’s dirty clothes hamper and, opening the lid and picking through their dirty clothes. She picked out a pair of ladies panties and brought them up to her nose and took a deep breath in, right at the crotch. Then handing them along to Laura, she turned and watched her follow her actions to a tee.
Then it was my turn so I took them into my hands and placed the crotch of Momma underwear right over my nose, inhaling a breath of foul smelling odor that caused me to almost want to gag. I quickly threw them back into the hamper and closed the lid as the leader skipped out of their room and back down the hall. The sensation of smelling my mother’s underwear would not leave my mind as I continued to smell the essence of her panties in my nostrils and my mind drifted back to this morning and experience I had with Leslie.
She made the turn up the stairs and took a big heap upward, taking three steps at a time until she reached the landing and hopped on one foot towards our room. When she arrived, she started pulling off the shirt that she was wearing as Laura and I stopped and wondered what to do next. Laura unfastened the buttons to her overalls and started to duplicate the leader’s actions so I did the same. Soon Leslie was unfastening her bra and, letting it fall off of her gorgeous breasts and off of her arms, throwing it with of her fingertips to land on the floor.
Laura followed suit so I, in all of my embarrassment, did likewise. My breasts were so small compared to the other two that I felt like a kid standing there in front of them. Laura at least had something up there to compare with Leslie’s but I felt very self-conscious having my sister and my cousin see my tiny little protrusions. But when Leslie’s hands went down to the top of her skirt and opened it up for removal, I began to feel very uncomfortable.
Leslie expertly stepped out of her skirt and her fingers went up to the waistband of the thongs that she was wearing. Laura had just stepped out of her overalls and was looking on in just her cotton panties. I was just a second behind Laura with a look on my face that was full of dread. I knew that I should have objected to playing this game but I had a sense in my gut that allowed, no, demanded it to happen, so as I felt my cheeks start to flush, my own hands went up to the top of my panties and I waited for my sister’s next move.
Leslie slowly started her thong down over her thighs as the wet part got caught up in between her two lips. But when it gave way to the forced gravity and cleared her knees, she stood back up and let them fall to the floor. I watched them come off of her wondrous crotch and I almost choked on my own saliva as I drooled over the sight. My breaths were coming in a halting fashion as I could not take my eyes off of that beautiful crotch of my cousin, but when I noticed the movement of my sister removing her panties, I too, started my hands down to expose to the others, the dusting of pubic hair that I had grown to this stage.
I could feel my cheeks flush as I felt the scrutiny of four eyes examining my sparse little pubic mound but when I heard Leslie’s voice comment, “Not bad Kristy.” And “Way to go Laura,” I knew that my cheeks turned a bright red. I don’t know why it was so embarrassing for me. Leslie had just paid me a complement upon seeing what I had under my overalls and I should have been proud of it. But somehow I longed to have a body like she processed and I wondered if she knew just how lucky that I thought she was.
Leslie walked to the closet that she had hung up her clothes in and pulled out a dress and pulled it over her head. Laura went to her closet and I went to mine and we each followed suit. I picked out my favorite yellow sundress and Laura took out a mini-dress with short sleeves that clung to her body like a glove. Leslie was wearing a strapless little thing that barely covered her bare butt and as soon as she had her chicks behind her, she took big exaggerated steps back down the hall towards the stairs. I instantly noticed the breeze that came up my dress and felt a sudden sense of freedom and fun that I had been promised.
The naughty realization of being totally naked under my sundress made me smile with appreciation as I followed the person that I was beginning to not only understand but respect for her boldness and daring and I think that Laura was feeling the same as I noticed her picking up the front of her dress just a little higher than Leslie and I and twirling around a little faster just to see how far her hem would fight out. I was beginning to enjoy the sensual thoughts that were creeping into my mind as I wondered what was next from our leader.
She sat on the first step and scooted on her butt all the way down the steps on the hardwood flooring and then turned to enjoy the view of Laura as she duplicated her descent. Laura’s dress came up around her butt and exposed her crotch to Leslie’s hungry eyes and when she had stopped, Leslie was there right in front of Laura and put her arms around her. She pulled Laura close, trapping her skirt in between their bodies. Laura looked deeply into Leslie eyes as if to ask, “Well, what’s next,” and then stepped away, allowing her skirt to fall back down.
It was then my turn as they both turned to look up at my bumpy ride down the steps. They were looking directly up my sundress as it made it way up my legs to gather at my waist so when I managed to stop on the bottom step, my legs were spread and my dress was up to my tummy and I was panting like a dog. It felt so exciting to show off your private parts to my sister and my cousin that I almost wanted to run back up the stairs and do it all over again.
Laura stepped up to me and pulled me to my feet and pressed her body close to mine, trapping my skirt between our bodies. A funny look from my sister’s eyes gave me an impression that she was enjoying this game and then I felt a hand brush up against my inner hip and a voice whisper into our ears, “Nice skin Kristy,” and then Laura slowly released her grip on me..
I quit breathing I was so excited and yet embarrassed at the same time. Why did she touch me like that and how should I have handled it. “Oh God,” I thought to myself, “what’s happening to me?” I had no answer to my question but all that I knew was that I wanted it to happen again and soon.
Leslie had bounded away again, holding the hem of her dress up to her chest and spinning around. She loved to expose her pussy to us it seemed and I was beginning to enjoy showing off what little I had. Laura eyes were glassed over as she was breathing very heavily through her open mouth. When Leslie had made her way back into the family room, she plopped down on the rug with her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees spread out wide. She waited for us to join her and when we were settled, she raised the hem of her dress and put her hand right on her pubic mound.
Laura’s eyes grew wide as did mine as Laura began to object. “Oh no Leslie, not that.”
Leslie looked into Laura’s eyes with a stern warning, a look that meant, “Do you want to be the first one out?” Finally Laura’s hand started to move down between her legs as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. I reluctantly followed my sister’s lead and lowered my hand down to rest it on my crotch and as I first felt the sensation of feeling my own fuzzy little lips, a slight moaned involuntarily escaped from my lips.
“Now let’s see if you were paying attention to yesterday morning’s demonstration,” she said with a smile on her face. “Can you find your clitoris?”
I closed my eyes with shame as I stuck out my middle finger in search for the little button hiding under the light colored hood. It took but a second to feel the jolt of electricity run through my body as I rested my finger right on top of it. I knew the tingling from my earlier time with my cousin so the second touch felt even more delicious as I started massaging around it with my finger and soon I was rubbing it with enthusiastic strokes. It felt so good and so naughty to be rubbing myself in front of two other girls, but when I opened my eyes just a second to look at the others, I saw Laura’s hand was down between her legs in a blur and Leslie’s was pumping her finger into her opening.
I closed my eyes once again to enjoy the solitude of the moment when I heard Leslie voice interrupt it just as I was feeling so good down there. I opened my eyes as did Laura and we saw Leslie lay back on her back, raise her hips into the vertical position with her hands bracing her hips and spread out her legs as wide as she possibly could. Laura reluctantly followed the leader just as I was about to object but thought better of it and watched with anticipation as my sister’s skirt fell down to her chest exposing her entire bare crotch to me. I wondered what to do but then I, disappointedly, followed suit.
“Now girls,” Leslie instructed us, “bring your legs all the way down over your head and place your knees on the floor.”
We did as we were told and soon realized that we were in the most awkward position imaginable. Leslie continued by instructing, “Now hold that position and I’ll go around you. When she had positioned herself right at Laura’s butt, she said, “Now I’m going to touch you so don’t be surprised.”
I was in an awkward position to see exactly what went on but I could hear Laura’s groans and shrieks as Leslie did whatever she wanted to her with her in that position. My fears continued to grow as I waited for my turn and after what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt the touch of a hand go down to my wide open crotch.
I closed my eyes and felt terribly embarrassed at the touch but soon began to feel the sensation that was intended as my legs managed to spread out a little more. She was rubbing her finger deep into my slit and alternating between rubbing on my spot and probing my opening. Then I felt it go down to my butt hole and I jerked away from its pressing explorations. I was almost ready to object when I felt a wet, smooth object make it way from my butt up to my clitoris and it felt like a tongue. “It was a tongue! It was Laura’s tongue! She just licked my entire pussy with her tongue and now I had to do the same to Leslie!”
I rolled back down to a sitting position and looked at first into Laura’s eyes and then Leslie’s. Laura looked like she wasn’t even there and Leslie’s look was like nothing that I had ever seen before. It looked like she was crazed with desire, like she had lost al control over her thoughts and motions. I began to fear that I had gotten myself into something that I was regretting already. Leslie smiled at me and lay back down and rolled her hips up. Placing her knees down around her head and seperating her legs as far apart as she could, she waited for me to approach her.
I slowly did but knew that I could not go through with this. I placed my hand down on her open pussy and ran my finger up her slit and touched her clitoris. She moaned her enthusiasm as she wiggled her hips just a little. My finger went down to her opening and I stuck it inside of her and then I placed it on her butt hole. I tried to force myself down with my tongue to follow Laura’s last procedure but I just couldn’t make myself. Try as I might, I couldn’t do it. I stood up as Leslie rolled to a sitting position, panting like a dog in heat and looking very angry and disappointed.
“That’s not what I did to Laura!” she barked. “I licked her pussy and you didn’t lick mine. You will lose if you don’t lick mine right now.”
I looked down at my hands gather in front of my crotch as they smoothed out my best summer dress. Slowly I looked into Leslie’s eyes and said, “I just can’t Leslie. I’m sorry but I can’t. It seems so dirty that I just can’t.”
She got red in the face as she spit out the words, “Then you lose. Now you will have to do something embarrassing in front of both your sister and me.” She got up to her feet and stormed out of the room. I looked over at Laura and she was looking at me. “I’m sorry that I made her mad but I just couldn’t make myself lick her down there. I just couldn’t,” and broke down into a tension releasing sob. Laura came over and put her arms around my shoulders to comfort me as she whispered, “It’s alright now.”
Continued in Part 3
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Leilani tries to avoid the awkwardness of hanging around a previous paramour and seeks new cocks to satisfy her.
Another part. Wow I’m writing fast! Contains male on male.
This story happens at present moment in Gr9 high school. I am in no way gay at all but had a certain kind of crush on this boy in my year.
We walked into our boarding house dorm room just school finished; we began to take our bags out of our locker to get changed for sport. This was a usual event which happened nearly every day as we both have quite a hectic sports schedule. We both play rugby and were in the same team so always changed together and chatted while we were getting changed about life and girls. James was not a big boy at all, average size but boy was he hot. He had blonde curly hair, smashing blue eyes that you could get lost looking into and a perfect hairless body which was tanned to perfection in a golden skin tone. He was not very developed in terms of puberty and I loved that. He didn’t have armpit hair or a deep voice but claimed to have ball hair, but i wouldn’t know because i had never seen him naked and was hoping though that I could soon.
We were changing and i would wait and change very slowly on purpose so that i could see him take his top off so i could stare at his beautifully chiselled 6 pack which i could imagine shooting my load all over and i would slowly get a limp boner in my boxers just thinking about it. He then removed his pants and i could see his whole hairless body, i could make the outline of his relatively small dick in his boxers, my cock was now raging and standing at full salute.
I sat on the floor to put on my socks and boots and he did the same. He sat with his legs wide open and because of this I could he his perfect hairless ball sack resting down the one side of his leg. I was ready to blow my load right there and then. His ball sack was normal size, mine was bigger, but i couldn’t wait to one day have it in my hand as i fondled them. I could sit there staring at his sack the whole day but i had to make it look as unsuspicious as i could. I would just make sure he wasn’t looking at me while i was looking at it. I don’t know what he would say if he caught me peeking. We left off to our rugby practice
After practice had finished went back to the dorm room and started talking and before we knew it everybody was gone to dinner and to do their homework except us. I took all my clothes off except my boxers and walked around. I did this because i knew that he would follow and do the same as me and it just gave me more time to stare at his perfect body. As normal we left to go shower. The shower cubicles were made of a hazy glass so you could still barely see through them. I had never seen his dick before but decided today would be the day couldn’t wait anymore, i had built up such a mental image and had to see if it would live up to my expectations. I was in the cubical next to him and i slowly started peaking around the glass into his cubical.
I stared at his beautiful bare naked ass; i just wanted to shove my cock into his tight virgin ass. He suddenly turned around and noticed me starring. Thoughts of “oh shit, what do i do know” were running through my head except the situation had a turn of events. i got an unexpected response, he started smiling at me and then out of the blue he turned around reveling his perfect cock to me, jsut as i imagined. I took this as a sign and wouldn’t dare waste the opportunity. I jumped out of my shower and join him in his. This was my dream come true so of course i leaped at the opportunity.
When i jumped into the shower i Now had a raging boner but as i walked into his cubical, i was also greeted by his 5 inch long cock. Mine was 5 ½ inches long so it was a little longer but also mine was a lot thicker than his. I didn’t really know what to do now so i left the first move up to him. He slowly got onto his knees and slowly grabbed my dick with his right hand and with his left he felt my balls, he wanked my cock up and down for a while until i was ready to try something new. I took his hands off my cock and balls and grabbed his head. I pushed my cock into his now open mouth. the feeling was heavenly. He sucked and he sucked and then i grabbed his head running my hands through his silky blonde curly hair, i began to bob his head back and forth over my cock with my hands. This was a feeling of pure bliss.
After about another minute of this i couldn’t take it anymore, i felt my cock begin to throb and the vein that run along the underside off it suddenly filled with cum and it shoot out down his throat. He choked a little but managed to take it all down except for a little but that was on his lips, he then preceded to lick his nice pink lips taking down every little last drop of my juice.
I
lifted him up and did the same as he done for me because it was only fair to return such a great favour. After we had both blown our loads, we stood there in the water spraying from the shower with our cocks touching each other. I asked him if he wanted to try something different. I said lets take it to the next level. He hesitated at first but gave in to me and my promises of pleasure.
I grabbed him by his thighs and walked him out of the shower. There are benched in the middle of the shower room for us to put our things on. I bent him over on one of these benches. I grabbed some shampoo i had just used to wash my hair a few minutes ago and lubed up his amazing ass. I warned him that this might hurt but he said he was up for it. I rubbed my finger in between his firm as cheeks making sure that it was ready and boy was it ready. I then lubed my dick. I was ready
I then began to push, and the head of my cock popped into my virgin hole. he grunted and moaned, but I kept pushing. I began to move faster in and out of his ass, he was letting out cries of pain and i could see tears in his eyes when he turned back to look at me but then as soon as the pain had come his pain turned rapidly to pleasure. Once i was inside him, i proceeded to spread his legs. Obviously he and i had both never done it before .Clumsily at first; he too began to thrust his hips back and forth too. I fucked him faster and faster. As i did you could hear sound of my ball sack slapping up against his ball sack which was hanging just below his ass. I was repeatedly in and out of his ass until I couldn’t hold it and more, my cock started throbbing and I blew my second load into his tight ass.
We heard someone coming and we both suddenly got a fright, i pulled my cock out of him and jumped back into my still running shower, he did the same in the cubical next to me.
After we had washed up and cleaned our selves, i then told him we could pick this up later. I could see the excitement in his eyes . Round two here we come
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The edits Steve has done to his children lead to naughty fun at church!
A grieving royal takes up a new pastime in the wake of the death of her husband. To get technical, she actually takes up two pastimes. At the same time. In both of her holes.
A girl can learn a lot from someone who doesn’t necessarily share her core beliefs
Not the real ending, Peace
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CLARENCE teamed up with an heiress named Camille. She was a clever white girl but had difficulty dealing with the assholes of this world. She’d accidently met Clarence in a coffee shop one afternoon in a part of town where she would normally not go.
Clarence sat with her as soon as he noticed her sitting alone. He could see she was out of her element and he, Clarence, had a protective nature to him. Especially when it came to good looking women, not unique but that’s Clarence and he acted.
Clarence and Camille chatted amicably for awhile before they stumble upon a topic which would bring them together. Somehow they stumbled across the topic of construction contracting.
Over a few months they formed an equitable partnership in the construction business. In the two years since they’d combined their talents Clarence had gone from a poor thug to a well off Construction Entrepreneur and foreman. He estimated his net worth to be over $100 grand.
Camille had earned similar dollars but being an heiress the money did not matter to her. It was the company’ success that made a difference to Camille, plus it bore her name.
In those two years they had made a good name for themselves. Their projects were getting bigger, and consequently more complex. They had acquired good staff but ultimately it fell on Clarence’s shoulders to look after costs.
Enter Lara;
…Lara and her husband ran a construction company and like Camille and Clarence they had been successful and were hoping to get into bigger projects. Lara managed the office, her husband managed the sites.
Camille and Clarence’s company; ‘Camille Construction Corp’, had several more projects on the go and the one that Lara and her husband were biding on was the biggest; over one million dollars.
At first Lara’ company; On-Going Const., seemed in over their heads… Clarence had noticed Lara’ ass and told Camille he wanted to keep them in the hunt to see if he could get to her ass. Camille laughed and said;
“Yes.” But keep me posted you’ve captured my curiosity.
Camille was later to ask if Clarence thought she could fuck Lara’ ass with a strap-on… Clarence answered Camille with a promise;
“If I can get her, you will get her.”
The process by which a contract is awarded can be long and arduous…in short a pain in the ass. Several companies started bidding for the Million dollar job but only three remained after four months. On-Going was one of the three despite the fact that their prices were high. Only Clarence and Camille knew this of course.
Whenever Lara came to their head office she was dressed very professionally. When Clarence visited her home, which doubled as On-Going’ office she was dress comfortably. Never slutty…this impressed Clarence…
SHE treated him with respect, like a regular white guy he presumed. Until he had teamed up with Camille Clarence had had little to do with white folk.
He had been surrounded by slutty black or Latino woman most of his life. Lara was a woman with high moral standards he presumed…and that sweetened the pot substantially when it came to Lara.
There was a time when he would have held a knife to her throat; that still appealed to him but he had too much to lose.
Clarence did not care for the chase; nor the hunt…he liked the kill. He’d raped many women in his life and developed a technique which guaranteed him the kind of sex you can’t buy at a ‘Five and dime store’.
In the matter of construction;
The other two bidders had modified their proposals to such an extent that On-Going was in tuff Clarence thought.
Clarence was trying to come up with a scheme that would help Lara’ company stay in the hunt. Even if she gave Clarence her ass he was sure On-Going would be out of the running.
Even a white woman’s ass can’t be worth that much he mused. Although upon reflection he had no experience with white women’s asses so maybe they are worth that much. Clarence chuckled over that thought.
‘Oh the problems of the business world he’d thought’. In his golden days violence worked to solve many differences. Clarence knew he would find a solution to this problem…but what he wondered?
Clarence consulted Camille. She had a suggestion and damn if it did not work.
The Solution;
The gist of it was that Lara would work for ‘Camille Const.’ on a contract basis.
During the interview Camille said, “You are a very talented woman Lara and I want to have talented people around me… well, except for Clarence”… [Both women laughed, Clarence smiled]…
“You’ll take on much of my work load and some of Clarence’s” Camille said. “I’ll offer you a very good package Lara if you accept straight away… We need you know. After a year Clarence and I will look into including you in the partnership…, some-thing like 10%.”
– – – – [Pause]
“If you accept your company ‘On-Going’ will have to drop out of the bidding for the Jamison project”.
“Do you need to consult your husband?” Clarence asked.
“No need,” she said. “He will be thrilled for me… plus…, I call my own shots.”
…”My answer is yes Camille.”
There was some light hearted talk followed the words of business. Lara was to learn that Clarence was in charge of both her and Camille’s personnel security and would be accompanying her to many job sights…
– – – – – – “If he is not with you then one of his ‘MEN IN BLACK’ will be with you at all times. No and-s, or-s, if-s, or but-s…, that rule is written in stone Lara.” Camille said.
Camille smiles; “We will spell butt with two tees in your case Lara.”
Lara laughs:
“This ass has gotten me into some tight squeezes over the years…, MEN”! Lara countered.
[The chicanery continued]
“I will keep my eye on it for ya Lara,” Clarence quips. [Lara and Camille both laugh, as does Clarence]
The evening ends after some celebratory drinks. Camille is driven home by one of the MIB. Clarence sees Lara to her new ride, a limo, top of the line of course; driver and MIB already in place. An extra driver will take her car home for her…
“You never go out alone anymore Lara.” Clarence said to her – ‘in dead Ernest’. [Clarence smiles]
THINGS settled down into a routine for upper management at Camille’s Construction Corp. Many projects on the go, busy, busy, busy…
Lara’ knack with ‘hand held devices’ impressed and held her in good stead with Camille Const and On-Going…, she was as busy lady and thrived on the work load… AS promised after a year SHE was rewarded with 10% of Camille Corp, five each by Clarence and Camille. Lara stood ten feet tall that day, and she is already five foot ten in the flesh. [An imagine which had all too frequently crossed Clarence’s mind]
Lara went home that night with the news to tell hubby. He was ecstatic…they celebrated ending up in bed fucking… Hubby was a tad drunk so all Lara got her pussy filled.
‘Oh well she thought, someday he will last long enough’. LARA had known for some time that their sex life had gone stale.
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LARA’ unsatisfactory sex life had been nudging her in a direction she’d thought she would never go…, cheating. The person she was closest to outside hubby and their friends was Clarence. She knew that he would give her a good fucking. She could tell when they first met that he had a thing for her, especially her ass.
A tall good looking black man with a kindness to him and a serious presence when need be… and maybe rape-y eyes…that both scared and excited her. Lara wondered if rough would do it for her.
Lara, like many teenage girls had ‘given it up’ to avoid the stigma of being known as a virgin. It hurt and she never tried it again until she met her husband. She was eternally grateful she didn’t get pregnant.
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Lara recalled a conversation she had with Camille. She was shocked, surprised and oddly excited as she’d listened.
CAMILLE;
“When we brought you on board Lara, Clarence was very happy. I told him, ‘he owed me’…”
He replied saying;
’ he would see to it that I got a good fucking’.
I thought he was joking but I took him up on, saying;
…’I feel I deserve a good orgasm filled raping for my efforts in hiring Lara’…
“I like I rough Lara”. Camille added… “After some feeling out I gave him the code to my condo and told him I wanted no notice and had only one condition; that he was to be the rapist…and make it good”.
LARA:
– – – – – Recalled laughing nervously before adding to the conversation with Camille;
“I caught Clarence looking at my ass…, AGAIN…Camille. I took a moment before I said to him, ‘that really bothers you doesn’t it Clarence’.”
“Oh yeah”, he’d said…”in my golden years Lara I would have held a knife to your throat, today I hold a knife to my throat.”
“Direct or what I thought. I looked at this man who protects me and I could see he was tormented. AGAIN I thought before I spoke: ‘I will see what I can do about that for you Clarence’. ”
“I’ve never seen such longing in a man Camille… [Pause]… In a couple of weeks Joe is out of town for a week…taking a GUY’s only fishing holiday. I’m considering inviting Clarence over for supper, and taking it from there. I wouldn’t be breaking any company rules would I Camille”?
“I hope you need some time off to heel.” Was Camille’ reply.
Lara recalled the feeling that swept through her as she digested Camille’ answer…
She’d likened it to a woman facing her rapist; on the one hand trembling with fear. On the other hand hoping she has a fantastic orgasm.
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DINNER;
Clarence looked up the sidewalk.
—- He’d given the MIB the night off; arriving early Clarence sat in his car. While waiting for the appropriate time to knock on Lara’ door he recalled another time under similar circumstances.
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Found memories:
—- HE – WALKED right into her home, shutting the door tightly behind him, locking it quietly…she never heard him. Clarence was good at this shit and he knew it…shoes off before he moved thru the house… into the kitchen…dinner cooking.
He heard movement in the bedroom…Pulling the hood down he waited.
She came down the hall and just before entering the kitchen he grabbed her by the throat. He was dressed in a black hood, black pants, black balaclava, and holding a very shinny knife.
He filled her mouth with a clothe gag…she was trying to yell but her voice was heavily muffled by the gag; he held a knife to her face.
She struggled as her hands made an entrance into the fray.
He spun her about pinning her to the wall face first… driving a knee between her thighs, pinning her skirt and consequently her legs to the wall stopping her from turning… grappling with first one arm then the other he over powered her. He twisted her arms slapping cuffs on her. She yelled out in pain; those fuckers hurt he knew from experience.
She yelled into the clothe gag, screaming at him. None of which he understood but still he was glad he had on the balaclava, for he was smiling…she is a fighter.
He moved and she pushed off the wall. He slammed her into the wall causing something to fall to the floor on the opposite side of the wall.
Dumping her on the floor he drove a knee into her back…she groaned in pain. Grabbing her legs he wrapped a light rope around her calves forcing them together.
Kneeling on her as she lay on the kitchen floor he grabbed her skirt by the waist and ripped it open…taking his knife he cut away her skirt and panties exposing that gorgeous ass to his stare…
She was still flopping around fighting to get up so he hit her twice, stunning her. This would hold her for short time.
He stepped into the adjacent room picking-up his kit…returning he cleared the kitchen table by picking up the table cloth by the four corners and unceremoniously dumping the entire shebang into the sink…then turned off the stove…
‘…no sense burning the fucking house down’, he chuckled to himself.
He walked down the hall returning with a handful of towels…pushing the table to the sink and jamming two large bath towels in between the cupboard and the table edge. This would eliminate any noise that will occur by banging her as she’s tied to the table.
He walked about the house shutting it down, closing doors that need to be closed.
Returning to her he picked her up. She was still having some difficulty with her breathing by the time he got back to her. However she was regaining her fight…
Manhandling her onto the table he quickly roped her ankles to the table legs…she’d begun to fight again…grabbing her arms he repeated the process with her wrists.
She struggled for some time before she ran out of energy and realized the hopelessness of her situation.
Clarence used a recorder he gotten from an old friend. Placing THE recording device under the table he then held his knife to her throat, and waited;
“YOU fuckng move bitch and I cut your face up.”
– – – – [She froze]
{He used pre-recorded threats so she wouldn’t recognize his voice. Plus he could never imitate those fucking street niggers.}
He removed the gag and replaced it without even a stir from her. When he pulled the hood over her head she cried out…she was scared and he loved it.
Removing all his clothing he finished trussing her properly and placing his assorted chemicals and mats were needed. Clarence considered himself a professional.
‘Finally’! What allot of work he thought…
He looked at his prey… Her long legs still covered with black hose…her fucking shoes still on after all this…, good fucking shoes he thought.
He looked and saw her top was still covering her back…so the mighty knife swung into action and cut it off her back…leaving it under her tits and stomach providing a membrane between her body and the table. He was here to use her for sex, not damage her body. Perhaps he’d rethink that statement later.
He eyed her for a minute or so;
‘Fuck she is beautiful he thought. Square shoulders tapering to her narrow waist, beautifully contoured shoulder blades…spine….waist…shoulders…hairline…arms…all of her…very, very, nice indeed’.
He looked at those long legs…ideally shaped …nice ankles…strong toned thighs…
Squatting behind her looking at her pussy…nice puffy outer lips…small inner lips…a small recess when her hole was…and a cute little asshole in a small well…and all a lighter shade of brown mixed in with some light purple or mauve…and a few thin lines of dark purple…and this his first Latino woman.
A nice small bush covering her pubic bone with a little between her legs… A few different shades of pink mixed in with her off white skin.
He knelt between her stretched-out legs with his small shield and took the knife…slowly sliding the dull edge along her inner thighs starting from the edge of her stockings and moving up her bare skin too her pussy.
{He’d wedged towels between her and the table to protect her from the table…protecting her from injury. He considered himself a professional}
He took the other knife he carried with him… prodding her pussy working the tip into her vaginal opening.
“Nice cunt bitch.” The recording said…timing was very important to Clarence.
She was terrified now and her bladder let go; right into a cut-down plastic milk container. Experience had taught him many things…and this would guarantee no piss on him and a very tight pussy.
He marveled at her ass, her legs…her torso…shaking with fear. He loved to torment, to frighten them half to death…and then…
Words of hope:
“I could push this knife in BITCH and cut ya. Or…, ya could give me no trouble while I fuck ya…. What’s it gonna be”? [He always said the same thing, or at least the recording did]
– – – He slipped his cock into a tight hole. He laughed quietly to himself as he fucked her. She was happy to be raped, considering the alternative her had presented her.
“Mo’ you-ass BITCH”. [He liked that one so he said it personally…kind of ego tripping he knew]
He watched her move her ass, legs tied and all, but she was given -err. That cute little bum-hole trapped between those cheeks, moving about…her ass cheeks flexing…her pussy getting looser…and the sweat…he loved making them sweat.
Her thighs straining…her breathing getting raspier…her hands grabbing onto the ropes…, using them to help her fuck her rapist. This is where he really enjoyed himself:
“I’m nearly there BITCH, fuck harder”. [In recorded street slang]
She put more effort into fucking him hard that late afternoon than she will ever put into fucking anyone else, and HE’s her rapist… That is why Clarence loved rape.
He’d thought of fucking her up the ass but she had worked so hard to satisfy him he cut her some slack.
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Clarence pushed the buzzer. He waited a minute and pushed it again. Then he saw Lara coming to the door;
“Hello”.
“Hello”, she said, come in…Supper is about ten minutes off.
“Oh good, time for a quickie”. He said.
“For what, a beer or me”?
“I can’t have both”, he replied…tongue in cheek.
Lara laughed…and did not answer.
They started talking shop, what else. Soon they were seated and eating a delicious meal. The topic of the conversation switched to the meal. Lara was one hell of a cook Clarence noted, and told her so.
After their meal they went out onto Lara’ back deck, each with a glass of wine, chatting on many topics. Some of Lara’ neighbors called out over the fence, others came onto the deck and sat with Clarence and Lara.
Clarence had been getting used to white folks over the last few years but rarely had he been involved in conversation on a purely social scale, and never in an upscale neighbourhood like Lara lived it.
Clarence noted that he was treated like anyone else; ‘these people are colorblind he was later to tell Lara’.
– – – – “I know”, she said… “they’ll even tolerate a white bitch like me.”
Clarence looked at Lara; he was certain she was joking but that kind of humor was completely foreign to him. Clarence held off laughing until Lara winked.
It was near 9:30PM before the last of Lara’ neighbours’ left… Lara and Clarence cleaned up and went inside. Clarence had to admit he had a very good time and was preparing to leave when Lara said:
“Come with me, I want to show you something.”
He followed her down the hall. Lara stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning she took hold of Clarence’ hands placing them on her waist. Lara stepped into Clarence and moved her hands to his face. Clarence flinched, pulling back. Lara looked at him;
– – – – “My chief of security is afraid of little old me”.
“No Lara, I’m just out of my element here so I guess I’m being cautious”.
“I want to kiss you”? She said.
Lara’ hands cupped Clarence’ face, she kissed him softly…, holding the kiss for several seconds.
Clarence, no stranger to the kiss of a woman kissed Lara back with passion; the passion of a man who wanted this woman.
“Wow…! That was something… [pause]…we can’t do anything here Clarence”.
“Lara, I’m not the kind that asks”.
Lara looked straight into his eyes;
“Don’t ask”.
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“It smells musty Clarence”.
“It is Lara. Old and seedy would be a compliment to this place”.
“I won’t catch anything will l”?
“No”.
“Can I take the pillow case off my head now”?
“No”.
“What about the cuffs”?
“No”.
“Can I get an answer that involves a word with more than two letters”?
“Yes”.
Lara laughed beneath her hood. Clarence smiled silently.
Clarence took a few steps back and looked at her: “You are fucking beautiful”. An odd thing to say perhaps considering her apparel. A pillowcase over her head, a blue sweat suit which he’d told her change into before they left her home. Not very flattering duds.
Clarence stool looking at her, he intentionally made her wait silently for a few minutes noticing her getting twitchy… Clarence loved his games.
He reached out and touched her tit. She jumped…then laughed at herself for being nervous…Clarence never said a word. Lara stopped laughing.
He walked behind her and pulled on one finger from each hand…not hurting her but showing her she had no control. Lara’ nervousness became a little more apparent. Clarence undid his zipper and touched her fingers lightly with his cock…like an artist painting birds.
Lara moved her fingers trying to touch his cock but he kept moving it, the buggar; so she did the best she could with her bound hands. Lara moaned.
What a nice feel Lara thought. The first cock she’d touched other than her husband’s in many years.
Clarence reached around her and touched her tit. Lara stirred…her breathing was laboured; the hood perhaps, was it making her sweat. Clarence toyed with her hard nipples…he played with the one for awhile…twisting it until he saw her flinch… He released that tit only to twist the nipple on the other one until Lara flinched…
He moved away from her picking up his tie which he’d placed across his suit jacket that he’d left on a chair. Looping the tie about his neck Clarence moved close to Lara placing his hands on her face. Pushing the pillow case back until he could make out her mouth…Clarence kissed Lara’ beautiful mouth thru the pillow case. He worked his lips kissing her nose, chin and mouth with ever increasing passion. Clarence’ hunger grew.
Moving away from her again Clarence placed his hands on her waist and gently pulled her ‘T’ shirt out from her sweat pants. Moving it upward he looked at her ever increasing midriff…
My god she is beautiful he thought…just fuckiing beautiful.
Pushing the ‘T’ shirt up until he could hang the front of it off her bra-covered breasts Clarence went to his knees and kissed Lara’ stomach. He started above one hip-bone and randomly kissed every part of her midriff; not missing any-part of it. [My God he thought…isn’t she something]
When Clarence finished kissing Lara’ stomach he took the cuffs off her. He then led her to the bed sitting her down.
She rubbed her wrists and thanked him for taking the cuffs off.
Clarence laid Lara down on the bed and pulled the pillow case up high enough so as to make her breathing easier. He looked at her and thought; ‘this certainly isn’t how I usually treat a woman’.
He shook his head realizing he was in love with her, his first love in probably two decades, maybe longer.
Clarence loved rape and this was not rape. Next time he thought, next time I will rape her, but tonight I will not… White or not, Lara is the finest woman he’d ever been with.
Lara startled as she felt him press his face into her crotch and smell her. He dug his face into her smelling and growling as he did so…his teeth gnawing at her through her pants. She responded to being used this way, ‘Fuck me Clarence, fuck me’, she thought to herself.
“Ouch…ou…” Lara said biting her lip. Clarence was biting her though her pants…. “Ou”…fuck that hurts she thought.
Clarence heard Lara and softened his bites. He did not want to hurt her. Clarence paused briefly reflecting upon this decision, he was definitely in love with her…otherwise he would not have changed up his biting…
—‘White witch’ he mused, nearly laughing out loud.
He gnawed away at her whilst pushing her thighs farther apart. Lara still flinched some but didn’t yell out. Clarence was satisfied.
Clarence moved her legs together before he slipped his thumbs under the waist band above each hip and two fingers under the waist band below her hip bones. HE pulled at the elastic and slipped the sweats off her body.
When her panty covered crotch came into few Clarence’ eyes never left there…he stared at her while he slipped her sweats off…and stared.
After a few moments Clarence glanced at Lara’ legs then back to her panty covered crotch…then her legs and up to her stomach. He was powerless to stop the crescendo of feelings that swept over him. Wave upon wave of emotion rolled thru Clarence, he had to brace himself for he might fall on her…
– – – ‘My god’, he thought, ‘never in my life’.
Clarence dropped his face onto her crotch and sniffed Lara. Slow deep breathes took her fragrance into his lungs. He held his breath then inhaled again. He did this again and again.
He slipped her panties off her and buried his face in a lovely light brown bush. He was so thankful she didn’t shave. Rubbing his nose in her bush and sniffing at her kept Clarence busy for several minutes.
Clarence licked her. Lara moaned.
Clarence moved away from her and disrobed quickly. Lifting her legs he positioned himself so the tip of his cock was touching her…
He pushed ahead a little and the tip separated her lips. Clarence notice Lara’ arms move above her head in an act of surrender.
She arched some and her head tipped back so her lips and the tip of that sexy straight nose came into view. Her lips moved whispering:
– – – ‘Fuck me, oh please fuck me’.
She spread her legs wide as Clarence pushed deep into her. He listened to the sound of her sighs turn to moans turn to an almost inaudible grown. Lara’ tongue was between her lips.
He slowly fucked this beautiful white woman, gradually increasing the pace of his strokes as she responded…
The pillow case slipped higher exposing her face…so flushed was she…eyes closed…mouth twisted…
Clarence pushed her bra and shirt up over her head onto her arms. Lara moved her arms so the last of her clothing was removed showing off two gorgeous tits with nipples proudly pointing upward.
He was too tall to take those nipples in his mouth and stay inside her at the same time. AND Clarence’s hands were busy holding her hips as he fucked her…so he had no other choice but to look at her tits as they moved to the rhythm of love making.
Clarence looked at her pussy and watched his cock move in and out of her…his eyes moved to her tits…her tummy…her thigh…her mouth…
– – – He gripped her hips harder and ground his cock into her… He loved fucking her. Clarence wanted to give her a tooth chipping orgasm.
Closing is eyes Clarence focused his mind on her warmth…her thighs…her pubic bone pressuring him…the passion in her movement. The…
“Aaah!”- – – “Oh God Oh God Oh God”…
Her legs stiffened, her back arched…
Clarence pinned her hips to the bed with his strength and pressed against her hard; moving only slightly matching her thrusts. He watched her orgasm…
– – – -Clarence smiled as Lara’ initial movements turned into a likeness of a fish out of water as she bounced and flopped about on the bed…
She never uttered a sound after her initial cries. Only the sound of her movement against the bed broke the room’s silence. Then quiet as she slept…
Clarence sat on the bed looking at this sleeping beauty. He’d never seen a woman pass out after sex. He got up and removed the musty aromatic dispenser. She’d be so pissed at him for this bit of trickery.
Lara slept in Clarence’ bed. He pulled the comforter over her.
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