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Control Geek-Chapter 3

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Teacher’s Pet (part 2)

Kinsey manipulates an instance between Emily and David, watching the whole thing on her cam, but when it ends prematurely, she finds out her husband wants more than simple sex from his daughter

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My Perverted Family: 2. Amy’s Story

I come from a long line of sexually perverted individuals. My family is riddled with tales of incest and debauchery. My parents, my Aunts & Uncles, my nieces & nephews, my Cousins and most of my In-Laws have engaged in Incest and every other form of sexual deviancy. You name it, and someone in my family probably did it.

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Control Geek-Chapter 2

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Gina.

Cheating wife, big boobs, bondage, oral, anal, swallowing, pictures.

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Such is life 6

I will now be allowing comments on my stories, however, it will only be one or two chapters of any given story. It will depend on the length of the series. It will always be the latest chapter posted. Mahalo nui…Adams world crashes down.

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Red Hawk the Spear Maker(Part 5 Revenge)

This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’s here evolved faster than did their counter part on Earth.
The story is now being told by my son Thunder Bird.
After War Eagle and I died, the rest of the tribe broke and tried to flee. The raiders chased and killed all the remaining members of the tribe. Our last hope of the tribe continuing, rest on the shoulders of Thunder Bird.
I left with 15 hunters, 15 women, and 15 of the older children. We took enough food and water to last us a couple of weeks. After that, we would have to forage for food and water. I headed West out of the valley, and swung around to the Southwest toward the river. After 20 days of walking we came to the valley where the tribe had first settled. A few of us tore down the rock wall my father had installed in the bear cave. The valley was lush, with plenty of game to hunt.
We did our grieving while on the walk here, now it was time to put our grief aside, and start to rebuild the tribe. We started by scouting our surrounding territory making sure it was safe. We hunted and planted a few crops like my father had taught us to do. In our tribe we had one man who studied the ways of the shaman, and one woman who had studied the uses of herbal medicine.
It has been over a year now since the attack that killed my family and most of the other tribe members. It was a real struggle at first, but slowly things started to work themselves out. We still run scouting parties to the north to make sure the raiders have not followed our trail.
When a strange tribe wanders into our territory, we check them out completely, before we make our presents known. Many times we will trade with those tribes, including exchanging women. Talking with the people of those tribes, is always a good source for information. One tribe did tell us that the raiders had gone North toward the mountains.
Our tribe is growing stronger as the year goes by. The tribe has a few new additions now, as the women are starting to give birth. We are training the older children how to hunt, and fish. How to survive by building a shelter, and how to search for food. Also how to stay hidden when there seems to be trouble.
We taught them how to build bows and make arrows. We found some really good Ironwood to make new arrows. The wood from the Yew tree seems to make the best bows. I kept playing with the arrow head, using different sizes of flint, and even trying to use bone as a head. Trial and error method seemed to work the best, to find out which material would make the best arrow heads.
We practiced with dummy arrows so we would not damage our good battle and hunting arrows. Most of the hunters were very accurate at 100 paces. Our best shooters could hit the target at more than 200 paces. We practiced daily and in various locations just to be prepared.
Life appeared to be good for the tribe, we had food, water, shelter, and nobody bothered us. Still something seemed wrong or was missing. I could not put my finger on this odd feeling, but it was there.
I increased the patrols and the range that they covered. The patrols reported back that all was clear. There was not any contact with other tribes, or raiders. I would go out with a patrol to the north, just to be sure. I did not want a sneak attack to catch us off guard. But so far so good, with no contact with any of the raiders.
A few months later a tribe came through our camp. They told us that this is the year, for the tribes to meet at the great meeting grounds. The location has changes to an area a lot closer to us only about a 10-day walk from our camp. I need to replace my wife who died of a fever six months ago. With a trip to the meeting grounds, and I could have my pick.
When the time came, we packed up a couple of camels, and headed Southeast toward the new meeting ground area. As in previous marches to the meeting grounds, we stopped within a day of arrival, and refilled our supplies, so we had plenty to eat and drink. The whole journey took ten days, and we arrived along with a lot of the other tribes, close to the same time frame.
This time we did not hide our bows, and after we pitched camp, I had the hunter practice protecting our camp. After an hour of drilling, I left for a meeting with all the chief’s present. They all express sorrow about what the raiders did to our tribe, but glad that some of us made it out alive. The talk was how the raiders were killing and capturing different tribes.
“Why don’t we put together a group of our best hunters? We go north and attack the raiders, wiping them out.” I suggested to the other chiefs. It became deathly quiet, as they all studied me.
“Who would lead this group?” One of the older chiefs asked. I looked back at him and just shrugged my shoulders. After all I was the youngest chief at this meeting.
There was some major discussion about my idea, it seems that this has been talked about before, and no real conclusion ever came out of those discussions. They could never find anyone who would lead this group.
Finally after much discussion and finger pointing, “what about you?” The head of the chief council asked me.
“I would have to have full control, no interfering or meddling by other chiefs or older warriors.” I replied back to them.
They all nodded their heads in agreement. After further discussion, it was decided that every tribe was to contribute 10 hunters, and two camp workers. Wives would be allowed to go with their husband, but no children. They would be expected to help as camp workers. Finally all the major details seemed to be worked out. We broke the meeting and headed back to our respective camps.
When I got back to our camp, I called a meeting for all to attend and listen. I explained what was discussed at the chiefs meeting. A group of hunters would go north in search of the raiders, and the rest of the tribes will wait here for our return. All the hunters volunteered to join this group. I picked out ten hunters to go with me, and left my step brother in charge till I returned. A couple of the wives volunteered to go as camp workers.
After a couple of weeks of practicing with our weapons, the group was ready to head north. I had 100 warriors, and another 20 camp workers. I did not realize what a major job it would be to feed everyone. I divided the warriors in groups of 20 to practice as a unit. There was a chief in charge of each group.
One of the camp worker’s name is Raven. She is the daughter of Lone Wolf. He is the head of the chief’s council. She had been married once, but her husband was killed by some raiders, in an attack on their tribe. We seem to hit it off good right away. She is very pretty, with brown hair and eyes, and she seems to be built better than most women in her tribe. She never had any children from her first marriage, and I had one boy from my first marriage. There are different laws in regards to couples who get married the first time, to those on doing a second marriage.
Late one night she came to my tent. She slipped off her clothing and crawled under the fur skin blanket with me. We kissed for a bit and I groped her breast and pinched her nipples. She was squirming around in arousal.
“It has been a long time for me, please stop fooling around, and just stick your thing in me.” She cooed at me softly.
I moved to the back of her and she raised her ass up to me. I shoved my cock deep inside of her soaking wet pussy. She was tight, and let out a sharp holler as I slammed my cock back and forth deep inside of her pussy.
“OH Yes that feels sooooo good!” She yelped as I continued to fuck her furiously.
I could feel her juices start to drip down my shaft, as I pounded away at her. Soon I got that good feeling in my cock, and I shot load after load of my cum inside of her pussy.
“I hope you make it a boy.” She said to me.
“Is this your right time of the month?” I asked her, and she just nodded her head yes.
After that night we were pretty much a couple, and nobody thought any differently of it. She spent her free time with me in our tent. She was considered my wife, even though there was no formal ceremony, to bind us together.
The march north went smoother than I anticipated. We made really good time and could see the mountains in the distance get closer. I had scouting parties head out East, West, and North, to keep watch for any raiders. They did come across a few tribes that never made it to the Great Meeting Place. They had been wiped out by the raiders.
After a three-week march, we made camp in a clearing surrounded by a small forest. I lead a band of 10 warriors into the mountains, to see if we could locate the raider’s hideout. We hid as a small band of raiders went by us, heading into the mountains. We followed at a discrete pace, as not to be seen. The path leads through a pass, and into a large valley. The raiders’ hideout was in this valley.
I sent a couple of warriors back to the main camp, to inform them of our discovery, and wait till I returned. The rest of us moved off the path and found some nice hiding places, where we can observe the raiders in the valley below. I guess there to be between a 100 and 125 raiders in the valley. What we were not sure of, was how many were out in raiding parties.
They had numerous different tribe women as sex slaves, and camp workers. I did not see a single tribe man in the captives they had. There were some children, mostly small and new born. We watched them for a few hours. I noticed that the raiders did nothing but lay around resting, and eating. Some were fucking the sex slave’s.
I signaled the rest of the warriors that it was time to go. All the time we were watching them, I never saw a group come or go. We left the same way we got in there, and we headed back to our camp. We scouted the area to get the lay of the land, as a plan was beginning to form in my head.
There are seven of us that were at the commander’s meeting that I had called. One chief to lead each of the four units of men, the fifth unit was mine to lead, and two chiefs that assisted me with planning, and carrying out orders. I laid my plan out. I was going to send two units (40 men) to the East side of our position, and on the opposite side of the path from us that up went into the mountains. There were some small woods for them to hide in. They were to wait and attack any raiding parties that either went into or came out of the mountain hideout. We would do the same thing on the West side of the path. Hopefully this would lure out the main body of raiders, when they realized that they were losing men.
We did not have to wait to long and the first group of came in our direction. There were 12 men in that raiding party, and we took them out real fast. We dragged the bodies over to a pit and tossed them in, getting rid of the evidence. On the other side they caught a group of 10 raiders on a return trip. After disposing of the raiders in rapid fashion, they brought the supplies, and the captive women over to our camp. We had more space here to take care of them.
I sent three men back up into the mountain to spy on the raiders. I wanted to keep tabs on them and be ready, in case they planned to attack in force. We used different color deer tails as signals. A white tail means all clear, and a black tail(one dipped in tar) means trouble. We had plenty of tails all divided up with the commanders. My three spies had a set of tails also.
I am not sure what happen, but one of our spies was waving a black tail for trouble. I did not see the other two. The one with the signal got about half way to us before he toppled over with an arrow in his back.
Suddenly the raiders boiled out of the mountain in full force. They were racing toward our position. They must figure they could over run us. I had the units form up into battle units. The first unit would fire their arrows and move back to let the next unit fire, and so forth. On the other side they were sneaking around to the backside of the raiders to cut off any type of retreat.
My plan was coming together better than I hoped for. When the raiders got into range, the first group fired their arrows. By the time the third unit fired, the raiders had stopped their rush. On their backside my other division was firing their arrows, and we had the raiders pinned between us. When we ran out of arrows, the fighting was hand to hand. We had an enormous advantage, after the huge loss the raiders suffered from our bow attacks. We made short work of the remaining raiders.
We had wiped out about 100 raiders, and our losses were 25 warriors either killed or gravely injured. I lead a group of thirty warriors back up the mountain, while the rest were busy stripping the raiders of anything of value. There were about 20 raiders left in the camp. We finished them off in rapid succession. We stripped the camp of anything of value, and had the camp women follows us out. As we left, we destroyed the raider camp.
The march back to the meeting grounds went rather slowly with the injured, and the women and children with us. It took us four weeks to make it back, with a couple of the injured dying on the trip home. Once we got back, the tribes were glad to see us back as victors. There was a big celebration party a couple days later. Also, Raven and I were formally married. She is now pregnant with my child.
A short time later my tribe left the great meeting grounds, and headed back to our home campsite. I am sure that both my dad and brother would have been proud of me for taking revenge on the raiders, for what they had done to our tribe in the past.

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First Impressions

I meet Josh for the first time after being introduced to him on a dating website. Find out how our first date went and what our first impressions of each other were.

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The Harem Pt.2

All described persons are of legal age. This is my first story and I’m not a native speaker but I’m happy for your criticism – good or bad. Please comment if you want the story to continue.

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Lift Perks

Daniel loved the farm life; the outdoors, the fresh air, the work, all of it was everything he liked, there was only one thing missing from that mixture and that was a woman. Part of it was his own fault, since he was rather shy around girls, during his college days it was much easier, met girls in a group and by the time they ended up in a room it didn’t matter if he was shy or not. Once he finished college things changed, since he moved back to the farm he grew up on which was in another province, he didn’t get to see his friends; that meant that the only gathering of people he ever went to was fairs and competitions.
It was month-end and he was driving to town, he had a list of groceries for himself and the farm workers, as he approached the main road, he noticed a figure on a bicycle not far in front of him. As he drew closer he noticed that it was a mountain bike and that the person’s arms and legs was bare, which was strange, not because it was cold, but that the most people who rode a bicycle around here usually wore clothing to protect them from the sun, the person wasn’t even wearing a hat. He slowed down and as he drew abreast the cyclist he saw it was a girl, she was wearing a black dress with white polka dots. He stopped the pick-up and rolled down the electric window, the bicycle came to a stop next to his door and the girl leaned forward to look in,
“Hey there.”
She had a stunning smile, rather cute face with a dash of freckles over her nose and her ash blonde hair caught up into a bun,
“Good morning, I take that you’re on your way in to town?”
She nodded, leaning onto the open window with her elbows, sighing slightly,
“I have to go to the doctor, totally forgot about the appointment, parents have gone to the other farm early…so yeah…”
He grinned,
“I forgot various appointments in the past, want a lift?”
She pursed her lips for a moment and then nodded,
“Yeah sure, it will definitely be much quicker and I only realized half-way just how silly it is to wear a dress on a bicycle.”
He chuckled,
“It sure is, here let me help you.”
As he got out of the cab he wondered for a brief moment where his shyness had gone to…the only explanation he could come up with while he loaded her bicycle onto the back and opened the door for her to get in, was that he was only talking to her, giving her a ride and not trying to get laid…yeah that about explained it…rationally. It also helped that she was friendly and seemingly VERY spontaneous. She mentioned that her father also farms with sheep, but for some strange reason she kept omitting her surname or her father’s name, come to think of it, as he helped her take down her bicycle he knew very little about her, he knew they shared the same taste in music, she had finished school the year before, she read the same authors as he and she kept in shape by cycling and jogging.
“Thank you Daniel, you really saved me a lot of hassle.”
He nodded with a wry smile, briefly touching the edge of his cap,
“No problem.”
She started pushing the bicycle and paused, looking over her shoulder, her blue eyes capturing his for a brief moment, it only then dawned on him that she was tall, basically as tall as he was,
“Name’s Natalya.”
She seemed to wait for a brief moment, leaving him at a loss,
“Uhm…it was nice meeting you Natalya.”
She flashed him that bright smile and walked away, he watched her toned legs as she walked away, the dress surely was a lot shorter than he had imagined a girl would wear on her way to the doctor. He shrugged, got into his pick-up and drove off to do his shopping. With the town basically surrounded by farms, the shops carried a wide variety of stock, also Fridays and end-of-the-month’s saw people flooding the town, some came to stay over in their “town houses” for the weekend, other’s to fetch the children and of course all of them went shopping.
Daniel met a lot of people he knew and his trip became a breakfast, became lunch and he skipped town before it became any later. His pick-up was loaded to the brim with groceries, he sat sipping on a cooldrink as he drove, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He turned onto the dirt road and as he finished his drink, a very familiar figure loomed up on the next rise; he slowed down and came to a stop next to Natalya. He could see her laughing and as he rolled down the window that laughter reached into the cab over the music, which he leaned over to turn down.
“Well if it isn’t Mr Daniel the good Samaritan.”
He took off his sunglasses,
“Well if it isn’t the doctor visiting Natalya.”
She pulled a face, but smiled none-the-less,
“I’m guessing you’re going to offer me another lift?”
He glanced up and down the road,
“Yes actually I will want to offer you a lift.”
She held up a finger,
“On one condition only.”
He shrugged,
“Sure.”
“You drop me off where I tell you to.”
For some reason that sounded strange to him, but what harm could it do? He spread his hands,
“You got yourself a deal.”
She hopped off of the seat and swung the cycle onto the back before he could even get his hand on the door handle, a few moments later she kicked off her black pumps and leaned into the seat, something seemed a bit different about her, she still wore the black polka dot dress, her hair was still tied back and she still seemed very guarded, not by words, but this certain look in her eyes…he shrugged it off, started the pick-up and drove off. It only took him a few minutes to realize what was bothering him; it was the sweet smell of marijuana which clung to her clothing and the slight redness of her eyes. That was what was different, he smiled to himself, so much for going to the doctor…or maybe she had gone, she just had to make a little side-trip as well.
She was definitely chattier this time around, but what made him uncomfortable, was that she was now actively flirting with him. Sometime between talking to her and looking at the road, her dress had ridden up her legs, there was much on display when she had gotten in, but now it was almost up to her hips. Two buttons on the dress had come undone, as she moved her arms during her very animated talking; her black bra caught his eye repeatedly. Through it all he kept his cool, she wasn’t curvy, being as tall and as active as she was, but her body was lithe, toned and tanned just perfect. It really took all of his concentration not to sit and stare at her, but to keep on the road.
What really got to him was the moment she sank down in the seat, pulling her legs out from the foot well and rested them on the dashboard, the dress riding up enough for him to see the black band of her thong. He now kept his eyes on the road, certain that if he looked at her, he would stare and drive off of the road, still she talked, more babbling than talking any sense, but it became quite clear that she was trying her best to seduce him and that made him nervous, horny, but nervous. After what felt like hours, she languidly sat up and pointed at a huge tree next to the road,
“There, you can drop me off there.”
She slowly buttoned the buttons that had come undone and when he stopped, she leaned over to him, getting onto her knees as she used her hands on his leg to keep herself propped up.
“You’re a good guy Daniel…”
She smiled and leaned closer to him, her lips brushing over his, her breath sweet and warm against his face,
“Don’t change.”
The door closing behind her, brought him back to his senses, he looked and found her straddling the seat of her bicycle, flashing him a smile and waving. He waved back and when she didn’t budge, he finally got the idea and drove off…of course after a few minutes cursing himself for allowing the moment and chance to slip through his fingers. He didn’t see her again for a few months, he heard about her in town, people talking about her driving around on her bicycle, usually on the dirt road, wearing sleeveless tops and shorts, mostly without a hat to protect her from the sun.
Daniel was returning home on a Friday evening, he has had a couple of beers and a few shots of tequila, he wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t sober either. It was good driving with the windows open, music playing and not a real care about how late he got home, movement caught his attention and he only registered it to be a bicycle when he passed the person. He stopped, he felt rather generous and it would have been good to give the cyclist a lift…he wasn’t prepared for the cute face of Natalya popping up on his side of the cab.
“Well if it isn’t Daniel…I’ve been wondering what happened to you. Gonna offer me a lift?”
He frowned slightly,
“It is kind of late to be cycling without any lights.”
She smirked at him,
“Yes dad.”
For some reason she said it in such a way that his less-than-sober mind could imagine her leaning over his lap, ready to get spanked.
“Yeah…yes I was going to offer you a lift.”
“Oh…good.”
She disappeared for a few moments, then the passenger door opened and she got in, in the dashboard lights he could see that she wore the black polka dot dress again, her hair loose and hanging passed her shoulders, she had black eyeliner, which actually accentuated her blue eyes and her lips glossed what he took as a rose pink. She sat back into the seat, stretching out,
“I had a really shitty day.”
He placed the pick-up into gear and pulled away,
“Want to talk about it?”
As it turned out she did want to talk about it, it also became clear that she was far from sober and after a few minutes started flirting with him again. Having lost most of his inhibitions thanks to the drinks he had, he flirted back. He wasn’t sure how far they drove before she had the buttons undone again, this time there was no bra, thanks to one more button undone, the dress opened up more, exposing the soft flesh of her breasts. She shifted, getting onto her knees, her hands resting on his leg as she nibbled on his ear, one hand sliding to his crotch, slowly stroking his cock, making it grow steadily under her very experienced hand. It became clear that his concentration was slipping, but who could blame him? Especially when a hot girl was nibbling on his earlobe; her cool hand massaging his throbbing cock and the smell of her arousal filling the cab of his pick-up.
“Stop here.”
He complied and found that he could make out the tree where he had dropped her off last time; she switched off the engine and flicked off the lights. They both knew that she would not be able to straddle him, her legs was just too long and the cab too small for that particular trick, her lips sought and found his, he pushed a hand into her hair, feeling the silky soft strands slide through his fingers. He met her tongue with his own, tasting mint and a slight hint of marijuana on her breath as she moaned into his mouth. His other hand slid over her arched back and over her firm ass, the dress ended just under her cheeks and she arched her back even more as he followed the soft skin of her legs up to her ass. She suddenly pulled away, grabbing the front of his shirt,
“Get out.”
She pushed him back into his seat and slithered away from him, he managed to get the door open and get out, he felt kind of silly standing there in the semi-dark with his cock throbbing through the open zipper of his shorts,
“Oh Danieeeel.”
He saw her standing at the bonnet of the pick-up, he made his way to her, she grabbed him by his shirt again and pulled him to her, pushing her lithe body up against his. Her lips found his and her tongue slid into his mouth like a sinewy snake, one he tried to pin down with his own tongue, for a moment he was at a loss what to do with his hands, but quickly filled them with two firm globes of ass-cheeks. He squeezed and she moaned loudly into his mouth, writhing against him, he could feel her nipples brushing against him as her firm breasts squashed against his chest.
She broke the kiss after a long while, leaving them both gasping for breath, she grabbed hold of his shirt again and out of nowhere slapped him. The sound was loud in his ears, his cheek stinging from where her hand impacted, he was lost for words or actions as she pushed herself against him. Her tongue found his cheek, lathering the impact with her spit, her hand slowly stroking his cock, her fingers deftly unbuckled his belts and pushed his shorts and briefs down to free his cock. Her whisper hot on his damp cheek,
“You’re such a nice guy…”
He wasn’t sure if that explained why she slapped him or if it was part of the reason she was all over him,
“You know what nice guys do to me? They make me want to act like a slut, just to shock them.”
She pulled away and he could hear a slight rustle in front of him, he reached out and impacted with her naked ass, she sucked in her breath and her hands found his, she guided his hands over the firm, yet supple flesh of her ass. Hooking the thin material of her g-string, drawing it inside to push the fingers of his other hand into her wet opening, she moaned lewdly, clearly enjoying it. Daniel didn’t wait for further instructions, he pushed his fingers deeper into her wet pussy; she released his hands and moaned as his fingers delved into her. Seeking and probing, finding the spongy area and rubbing it with the pads of his fingers, his hand sliding down the front of her g-string, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his fingers massaging her g-spot.
It didn’t take long, her breathing quickened and her scream was deafening as her pussy clamped around his fingers, her juices flooding passed his fingers and drenching his hand. Her whole body convulsed and she went rigid, her breathing hard, he could hear her nails scratching over the metal of the bonnet, her pussy kept on convulsing though, it felt like soft tugs on his fingers. A huge shudder ran through her body after a few moments and she slumped forward, her ass pushed back, trapping his hand between their bodies,
“Come on big boy, I felt that cock of yours, come on, fill me up with that thing.”
He was surprised to say the least, but not by her actions, more by her words, as he withdrew his fingers from her, she whimpered softly, swaying her hips, like she needed them to be replaced. He gripped the throbbing shaft and pushed it towards her swaying groin, the head brushed over her lips, sending delicious shudders down her body, she held still for a few moments and in those moments he slid into her.
“Don’t cum inside me.”
Her words was moaned out, she was so wet that he slid all the way in to her, his groin pushing up against the pale globes of her ass,
“Oh yessssss, you’re way up in there.”
She swivelled her hips and he pulled back, pushing back into her, drawing moans of encouragement from her. He leaned forward as he started to stroke his cock inside of her, his head pushing past her cervix with each deep thrust. He slid a hand into her dress, grabbing hold of her soft breast and squeezed it firmly,
“Mmmm you got big hands too, come on, fuck me.”
He rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, tugging on it, she moaned louder, still begging for more. He let go of her breast and leaned back, taking hold of her hips, thrusting harder into her,
“Oh yesh, much better.”
His groin started to slap loudly against her ass, the sound fuelling him on to thrust faster, drawing her into each hard thrust, she moaned out her approval, nails scratching across the paint of the bonnet. Soon he was thrusting as fast as he could go inside of her, she shouted out curses and moaned wildly, seconds before climaxing, her cum coated his groin and her ass, dripping down his balls. He relentlessly kept on thrusting into her, one hand on her hip, the other rubbing her wet, hard clit, he could feel his own climax building up fast, he tried to think of everything but the feeling and tried to ignore her moans, the pressure kept building, the strokes started to get shorter and just as he was about to climax, he pulled out at the last moment, his cum erupting from his throbbing cock, splattering over her ass, he grabbed hold of his convulsing cock, aiming at the soft globes of her ass reflecting in the moonlight.
His cock was still convulsing, cum spewing from the head when he shoved it back into her pussy, he thrust hard into her, driving deep into her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the hard, fast thrusts that pushed her up against the grill of the pick-up, his hands on her hips, pulling her back into the almost frantic thrusts. She was building up to a huge climax before he pulled out, but now he had her right up there again, Daniel pulled back a hand and slapped her ass as hard as he could, the slap had his own hand stinging, but it was exactly what she needed.
The scream sounded like a banshee in heat, again her body convulsed, he pushed his cock deep into her, feeling her body tugging at it, her fists drumming on the bonnet as she ran out of breath to scream and settled down for moans. She leaned onto the bonnet, breathing heavily as he kept his cock buried deep inside of her, as her climax passed, so too did the insistent tugging on his cock, which made it to slowly start to grow flaccid, finally his cock slipped from her pussy, accompanied by the squelching sound of their combined cum escaping her. He found that he had shoved her g-string over her one cheek and slipped it back into place, she was still leaning over the bonnet, breathing heavily as he pulled up his shorts and briefs, wet from her cum.
With a soft groan she pushed herself upright and her dress fell down over her hips, he slipped an arm around her as she seemed to wobble slightly for a moment and she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder as she stared up at the sky. She giggled softly and he could feel her shake her head,
“What?”
She turned her head to look at him,
“You really did a number on me, fuck I swear you dislocated my hip with that smack.”
He winced,
“Yeah that was a bit hard, sorry.”
She chuckled softly and kissed his cheek,
“You gonna be sorry for fucking me so hard that I will not be able to ride my bike for a while?”
“Uhm is that a trick question?”
She chuckled again and kissed his cheek,
“Tell you what, come here Sunday afternoon and I’ll give you a surprise. Now help me with my bicycle.”
She pushed away and he walked with her to the back of the pick-up, he pulled the bicycle off and she took the handlebars from him.
“Thank you for the lift Daniel.”
“It was a pleasure.”
He found it strange that after what had just happened, those simple sentences sounded like much more than what they were…actually they were, but that was another story. He got back into the pick-up and drove away, watching her disappear into the dark behind him.

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