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5/10/2007

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She was lying in her back yard, letting the sun's rays
bake her as she weighed the pros and cons of this decision.
Her normally quick mind felt sluggish in the heat, and she
finally decided it would be too much effort to do either.






"If it only weren't so damn hot, " she mused.



Really, this time of the year it was too hot to do anything
except lie around. She sighed and turned on her back, wincing
as the glare hit her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun as
an almost physical presence. Barbara ran her hands down
her body, flicking the sweat away in large droplets, testing
to see if she were sufficiently greased with suntan lotion.
She decided she could use some more, and rolled over to get
the bottle, pouring some in her hand and beginning to massage
it into her body in quick strokes.





She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't
dared to wear to the beach-a mere two scraps of cloth around
her generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their
bounty. She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed
breasts and shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly
and over her firm-fleshed thighs. The touch of her own hand
made her sigh again, luxuriously, and she wished she could
strip off the two tiny pieces of cloth and offer herself
nude to the sun, like some pagan goddess. She laughed at
the thought, wondering what her staid ex-husband or her
present boyfriend would think if they came upon her naked
in the backyard.





"Of course, it is very private, " she mused,
playing with the thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous.



"Still, I could lower my straps."


So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck and removed
the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts swelling
upward, only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over
her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations
her lazy hand evoked. She squinted around the yard. It was
as if she were completely alone in the world-the heat shimmered
in the air, and no sound broke the stillness of the afternoon.
She smiled to herself as her hand continued its journey
over her body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging
it deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying
her mind of all but the sensations of her body. Her hand moved
with a will of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly,
rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching her hips
briefly in passing. One finger slipped under the tiny bit
of cloth circling her hips and teasingly touched her pubic
hair. Barbara gasped at the contact, but did not stop, only
arching her hips slightly to give her hand freer rein. She
masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges
of her healthy body, and had found that she could please
herself far better than her ex-husband ever had.





her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the one perfect sexual
encounter in her life-an experience that had left her weak
and shaking with release. She tried to stop thinking about
him, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong
and her mind stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her
one-time lover.





Remembering, her finger slipped inside her bikini and
dug at her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting
the finger slide into her moist canal. Oblivious to anything
but her own recollections of lust and present need, she
fingered herself brutally, hoping to giver herself the
release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into her
cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending
twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Barbara closed
her eyes against the sun, feeling it press against her.
It was almost like being fucked by the sun, she thought in
a daze, as her body responded to her finger and her hips began
to buck up and down in the movements of intercourse. Her
lover's face swam before her eyes, behind closed eyelids.
She could see his youthful face, contorted with lust, as
he had plunged into her body, giving her joy that she hadn't
known possible. She had left the next morning and had never
seen him again. Barbara Anderson mourned her lost lover
as she masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body
quaking with remembered lust. She could feel her orgasm
coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood
her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger into
her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her clitoris.
As she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt poured
forth a quantity of pussy juices, drenching her fucking
hand.





"Oh...fuck...fuck me, Jim...oh...God! Fuck meee..."



She strummed her clitoris with her finger. Waves of heat
engulfed her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing
the walls, scraping her insides and making her shudder
with orgasm. She bucked against his hand, imagining it
to be her young lover's prick, wishing with all her
heart that it was. She needed a man inside her-a real man,
not a drunken lout like her husband. She groaned in dismay,
feeling her orgasm subside and dissipate leaving her strangely
empty inside. She had cum-the physical motions had all
been there-but something was missing.





I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back yard,
her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt.
She was exhausted, drained.





He reached out his hand in answer and ran it over her breasts.






"No, don't, " she breathed.


The man looked at her blankly and dropped his hand lower,
gliding over her oily belly and resting on her raised pubic
mound. Through a haze of confusion, Barbara felt his fingers
squeeze her, tentatively at first, then strongly.





"Please, don't! "I'll give you money. Please leave me alone, "
she groaned, her body beginning to melt at his touch.


So strong...if only I could...God it would be good to be
fucked, she thought crazily.





"No..." she murmured, willing herself to move,
to jump up and run.


But her body refused to move-she felt like she was weighed
down by a huge hand, forcing her to remain motionless as
the strange man caressed her. She looked at his crotch,
which was even with her eyes, and shivered as she saw the
bulge of his penis. She felt a wild urge to see his prick,
to tear his pants off and feast her eyes on him. She rolled
her head aside, moaning weakly, knowing that her body was
betraying her. The man glanced at her face momentarily
and smiled, then plunged his finger into her pants. She
groaned, her resistance weakening as the man's finger
slid into her pussy. It was still wet from her self-induced
orgasm, and his digit slipped in easily.





"No, " she said again, but the man only grinned
at her and sank his finger in deeper.


She knew her protests sounded silly against the evidence
of her sopping crotch, which so eagerly sucked in his finger.






"Who...who are you?" she gasped, her body beginning
to move his finger.


"Skip. I've seen you around a lot, " the
man muttered.


He was staring at his hand, now immersed in her cunt. He could
catch a glimpse of his finger sliding in and out of her cunt-lips,
and he wanted to see more. He pulled her pants down with his
other hand and watched his fingers in fascination, wondering
how her cunt could take it so easily, wondering how his cock
would feel in there. He swallowed. He had been delivering
a package, and when there was no answer, had walked through
the unlocked door. He had thought he heard a voice in the
back, and had followed the sound...and had seen this beautiful
woman jacking off in the open yard. After that, things were
a blur. His body had taken over, and here he was, one hand
deep in her cunt. And she was enjoying it-he had had just
enough girls to know that! Her cunt was sopping wet and was grasping at his finger like
a clutching hand, her face was flushed, and her breasts
were heaving with her ragged breathing. He gently pulled
down the top of her suit and exposed her tits, never ceasing
his fingering of her pussy. He caught his breath as he saw
her breasts-they were big and sweetly formed, rising to
a point tipped with coral nipples that were erected in lust.
He dropped to one knee and lowered his head to her breasts,
sucking her tit into his mouth, running his tongue over
the raised nipple, rolling it between his teeth.





"Oh, " Barbara gasped as the sensation of a
wet mouth on her tit engulfed her.


"Suck it..."


Skip complied. He pressed her breasts together, bobbing
his head from one to the other, laving both her nipples with
his tongue. His hand dug deeper into her crotch, her juices
making entrance even easier.





Barbara wanted to see him. She wanted to see his cock. She
had to! She reached out and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection.
She gasped at the size of it. She circled it with her hand
lovingly, staring at it, looking at his pulsing shaft topped
with a rosy head. Blood pulsed through the distended veins,
making it jump in her hand. She stroked it cautiously, running
her fingers up and down the shaft, delicately under the
sensitive head, hearing the man groan as she excited him.






"Take off your pants, " she said hoarsely,
scarcely recognising her own voice.


Gone were all scruples-she was an animal now, wanting only
to give her body to the male, wanting him inside her.





"Fuck me, " she commanded.


"Please...oh please fuck me!"


Skip hurriedly shed his pants. He didn't want her to
change her mind, he thought looking at the lush body before
him. This was like a dream-wonderful dream. He couldn't
quite believe that he was going to fuck her...but he certainly
wasn't going to stop! Not now...not with his dick hard as an iron bar, jerking
with the need to bury itself in warm cunt.





"Sure, lady...I'll fuck you blind!" he
promised, kneeling between her widespread legs.


He pulled her pants completely off and stared at her cunt.
The lips were red and swollen, and, as she spread her legs
even wider, he could see the entrance to her pink-lined
canal. The hole was pulsing slightly.





"God, " he whispered.


He sank his finger into her again, then pulled it out.





"Fuck me! Your cock! Put it in! Stick me!" moaned
Barbara, aching with the need to be filled.


She pushed her hips against his finger, grinding them in
a circular motion, drawing his finger in up to the knuckle.






"Put it in! Fuck me!" she said fiercely.


Skip poised his cock at the entrance to her womb, rubbing
his cock-head over her slit, teasingly. She moaned as the
head hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.






"Now! Fuck me now!" she cried in anguish, her
whole body tensed with desire.


If he doesn't put it in soon, I'll die! she thought, her hips rising, trying to force him to enter
her.





Skip grinned and lowered himself carefully, the head of
his cock sliding between her hot, wet cunt-lips, probing
for her canal. He thrust forward and slid into her completely,
filling her, his balls squishing against her ass.





"Ohhhhh..." groaned Barbara.


She could feel his prick opening her insides, pushing aside
her quivering membranes, feeling like a red hot poker as
it burned its way into her snatch.





"It's so bigggg...I can feel it in my stomach!
Oh, baby...fuck me, " she moaned, twisting lewdly
beneath him, seeking to draw him even farther into her cunt.



Skip smiled down into the flushed face of the older woman,
then covered her mouth with his, sucking her tongue into
the warm cavity. As she groaned and writhed beneath him,
he pounded steadily into her, twisting his hips on each
stroke to hit the walls of her cunt. She was sucking back
on his tongue now, frantically gurgling into his mouth.
He dropped his head suddenly and captured one of her tits,
fastening his lips on the nipples and sucking.





Barbara shivered violently as the man's tongue touched
her tit. It hardened and thrust into his mouth like a tiny
penis, begging to be sucked. Fire shot through her veins
and she bucked up against the boy.





"More! Harder!" she cried, wrapping her long
legs around him and straining against him.


"Deeper, fuck me deeper!"


Skip thought he was about as deep as he could go-he felt like
he was in a bottomless burning pit. His balls slapped against
her ass with each stroke. He loved the way she was using her
cunt-muscles clamped on his cock like tiny fingers, milking
him, making him want to shoot his load. But he held back,
gaining even more pleasure the longer he waited, watching
her flop beneath him, hearing her hoarse voice exhort him
to more. He felt wildly triumphant-he had conquered this
beautiful woman without a word-with only his cock! He could feel her hot juices bathing his plunging dick,
showing plainly her answering lust.





"Beautiful, " he muttered against her breast.



"Beautiful, lady."


Barbara's hips ground even more furiously, rising
and falling with his strokes, twisting and churning against
him. With each stroke she gasped in delight, feeling her
body bounce with the force. Sweat poured from her as thrill
after thrill coursed through her. She felt faint with the
force of her lust, and spots of light danced behind her closed
eyelids. She was riding the crest of her orgasm, every jab
of his cock bringing her nearer to fulfillment. She raised
her hips and presented her pussy to him, offering herself
to his plunging dick. She was swimming in a sea of lubrication,
pussy juice flowing from her recesses and turning her cunt
into a river of lust. There was a little pain with each stroke
of his large penis, but this served to heighten her pleasure.
She wanted to be pounded into the patio floor, smashed under
his body.





"Give it to me, fuck me! Oh...God, I can...fuck me with your hot dick, " she
babbled. "Oh, uh, please...harder..."


She never wanted it to end. She wanted to fuck forever, coming
under his pounding prick. She felt the wave of orgasm break
around her, drawing her with it until her body felt like
it was in a whirlpool. Her hips shook...her pussy gushed
again and again...her whole body trembled in the wind of
lust.





Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt grab
his cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he cried,
"I'm going to cum, too. I'm going to CUM!"



He raised slightly and began pumping in and out jerkily,
his sperm boiling in his balls. He felt the violent urge
to cum...to let his balls burst forth their sticky fluid
to run through his cock and spurt into
her waiting vagina. In and out he pounded frantically into
her, feeling her legs squeeze him, holding him firmly in
place.





"I'm going to cum-uh-uh-uh-fuck me lady! Here
it comes, feel it! FEEL IT!"


He yelled as he felt his semen gush from the buried head of
his prick, spurting out in thick
gobs, rope after rope of jism splattering the walls of her
cunt.





Barbara felt his cock swell and spurt [color
black]in her hole as the last spasms of her own orgasm hit
her, her cunt drenching his prick in juices.





"More, " she whispered, grinding against
him, forcing herself over the edge into another cum.


As his semen splattered into her wet canal, she convulsed
again, her mind blacking out as she fell over into the throes
of her orgasm, letting herself be carried away on the wings
of lust.





"I love it...I'm cumming again...cum in me,
give me your cum!" she mumbled, pulling him against
her, her hips still twitching under his.


He fell against her, panting with exertion, his penis buried
deep in her still jerking weakly as it spurted
the last big drop of jism.





"Wow! What a fuck, " he muttered, feeling the
frantic need leave his body as his prick softened inside
her.


Barbara lay still, clasping the boy to her. She could still
feel his cock inside her, soaking in her. She didn't
want to move. She wanted to lie here forever, the glow of
being well fucked pervading her body, the boy's prick
still in her. She sighed gently as reality invaded her mind...she
looked around and gasped. Here she was, in the backyard
in broad daylight, stark naked, clasping an equally naked
body in her arms. Anybody could see her, could come in like
he had!





Jerry's penis began spurting [color
black]wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from the
head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing
on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread. Jerry
couldn't remember ever cumming so much-it seemed
like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of Barbara
in her bikini flashed into his mind and he convulsed again,
his tortured balls giving up the last burst of sperm.





"Oh, oh, good!" he mumbled, turning over, rolling
toward the edge of the bed.


And then he saw her. Barbara. Standing in the doorway, her
eyes fixed on his dangling penis, a strange expression
on her face.





He couldn't think what to do next. It was perfectly
obvious what he had been doing - there was no way to hide his
cum-smeared raw hard-on and the assortment of pictures.
Jerry wondered how long she had been standing there. Had
she actually seen him cum? Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he
was aware of a twinge of lust at the thought of Barbara watching
him jack off.





"It's Okay, ...nothing to be ashamed of, "
Barbara said.


For what she felt was not neutral at all-she was suffused
with sudden lust! She had knocked at her boyfriend's door-that was true-but
she had heard his voice crying out lewd words, accompanied
by grunts and moans. She hadn't been able to resist
opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something
else she couldn't name. And she had seen him, his hand
wrapped around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the
bed, his eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other hand.
She blushed, remembering the picture - a woman being screwed
in the ass while she blew another guy. Part of her wondered
how it would feel to take on two men at once - but she quickly
squelched that thought.





Her eyes had been full of her boyfriend's jumping dick.
She couldn't move - couldn't force herself away.
As he neared completion, her hand had strayed inside her
robe and found her cunt dripping with moisture. When he
came, she had plunged her finger into herself, frigging
her clitoris desperately. She hadn't had time to cum,
and she was in a state of aroused passion, her body aching
with lust as she tried to calmly reassure both of them that
masturbation was normal.





His arms tightened around her, and he slid one hand down
to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Instantly,
the nipple hardened and pressed against his palm.





She isn't wearing a bra, he thought in confusion. Nice
women didn't act like this, according to his experience.
Unbelieving, he massaged the warm breast in his hand, hearing
the quickened breathing of the woman in his arms. She was
squirming against him now, her dress hiked up over her thighs,
inviting his hand to travel lower. In a daze, he dropped
his hand, reaching under the hem of her dress and probing
gently at the mound of her groin, covered with damp nylon.
As his finger carefully snaked itself under the edge of
her panties and crept into the damp warmth between her thighs,
Barbara trembled convulsively and squirmed even nearer
to him, her free hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants.






"Oh, Jason. Touch me, please..." she moaned,
unzipping his pants and capturing his penis.


He jumped at the shock of her touch. He couldn't believe
any of this. He hadn't felt up a girl in the car since
high school! His thick penis was hardening slowly in her hand and he pushed
his finger into her damp crotch, amazed at the wetness.






She had no other thought than to get his prick inside her
twitching cunt. She jerked her skirt up around her waist,
exposing her belly and nylon covered twat to his gaze.





"Take off my panties and stick it in, " she cried
lewdly bumping her hips so that his finger slipped all the
way in.


"It feels so good, darling."


He pulled her panties down her long legs and finger-fucked
her methodically. His mind was awhirl with lust now. He
wanted her as much as she wanted him. He didn't care
who she was or where they were...he hadn't been so excited
in years.





She sighed languorously as his tongue licked her belly
in swirling circles, and a hot flutter of desire made her
legs open in anticipation. He was going to lick her, he was
going to lick her cunt! Barbara moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower.
She had only had her cunt eaten once or twice-and only after
begging her husband. And this boy was going to do it now.
He didn't need any urging. In fact, he was forcing her
to lie still so that he could administer the tongue lashing!
He paused between her widespread legs and she could feel
his cool breath on the hot lips of her cunt.





"Don't stop! Please-don't stop, " she moaned, raising her
hips so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying
to urge him to hurry. "Oh, I won't, " promised
Skip, gently opening the lips with his fingers and letting
his breath play over her.


"This is going to be great, eating...I won't
stop!"


He held her twat open wide, staring into the red-lined interior,
watching the tiny entrance to her vagina open and close.






"Wow!" he said.


He had never seen a cunt like this one, so fully developed.
The pussies of his young girl friends were just slick little
pink slits, nothing like this! He feasted his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic hair,
curling in reddish swirls over her snatch and down between
her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which
were dark red with lust. As he watched, the whole cunt moved
and a drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole. He dropped
his head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking
in like a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid.






"Oh God!"


Barbara muttered through clenched teeth. The waiting
had been almost unendurable-she had thought he would never
start.





"Suck it. Stick your tongue in...honey, "
she sobbed, feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her
vitals.


"I need it...stick your tongue in there. I want it!"



Skip was in no real hurry. He was thoroughly enjoying this.
His cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he
tasted the pungent juices. He felt a great surge of power
as he excited this older woman with his tongue, making her
beg for it. He wanted her screaming and moaning under his
mouth...then he would give his throbbing cock some release.
He was going to shove it in her throat and make her suck him,
too! He groaned at the thought of sliding into her wet mouth and
redoubled his efforts at her crotch. He nipped gently with
his teeth at the engorged nub of her clitoris and ran his
tongue up and down the length of her slit.





Barbara bucked against him. Her cunt was stretched to the
limit now-crazily she wondered how far it would go before
it ripped. She didn't care, she wanted him to put his
whole fist inside her. The depravity of the action further
stimulated her. She could see him between her legs, his
four fingers stiffly extended, pumping in and out of her.
She wanted to feel his hand-to clamp down on his wrist with
her cunt!





"Go on, please, your fist, " she whimpered.



"Okay, lady, you asked for it, " Skip laughed.



The novelty of the scene was getting to him, turning him
on immeasurably. He doubled his thumb under his other fingers
and thrust into her warm crotch, twisting his wrist as he
drove in so that his entire fist slid through the muscles
surrounding her vaginal canal. And he was in! He flexed his fingers carefully inside the tight passageway-the
slick walls of her cunt vibrated beneath his fingertips
and clutched wildly at his hand.





"Feel it? I've got my fist in your cunt!"
he whispered hoarsely.


He pulled out slightly and began stroking her with quick
jabs of his arm. Barbara had tensed as he sought entry to
her hole, and forced herself to relax so he could get in.
She hadn't really thought it possible-but it had happened-he
was in her up to the wrist! She could feel each one of his fingers like it was a separate
cock, probing and bunching at the entrance of her womb.
With a loud cry, she arched her back and drove her hips at
him, forcing his hand as far as it would go. She felt a frantic
wave of orgasm come crashing around her. Her legs went limp,
her body quaked as she pounded against his fist. She could
feel every part of her body, in her ears a dull roaring drowned
out the sound of her screaming, her eyes blurred and shards
of colour danced before them.





"I'm cummmmmiinnnggg!" she squealed.



"All over your hand, oh God, I'm cumming! Help
me! Stop! Stop! It's too much! I can't stand it!"



As she shuddered through her orgasm, Skip withdrew his
hand slowly...her cunt made a squishing noise as he pulled
out. As folds slipped together and returned to normal size
he stared at his hand again in amazement. It was unreal that
he had had his fist inside that tiny hole. He looked down
at his prick. It was standing straight up and pulsing furiously-he
could see the blood flowing in the enlarged veins that stood
out all over the surface.





He stuck his tongue full length up her vaginal canal, wanting
to bring her off at the same time. He could feel her legs clamped
around his neck in a stranglehold, and he knew by the way
they were shaking that her orgasm was near. He caught her
jumping clitoris between his teeth and bit down fairly
hard. Ordinarily this would cause pain, but at this point
it merely added to her lust, hastening her cum.





Come on, baby, he thought. Cum in my fucking face, I can't
hold off much longer. Come on...let me taste your cum! He stabbed his finger in and out of her ass.





Barbara felt herself cumming. The waves of orgasm swept
over her, making her shake and shudder. Her pussy convulsed,
sending forth a thick stream of cunt juice, filling the
boy's mouth with her cum. She bucked against him, her
body gone berserk with passion. Her mouth clamped on his
prick, and she sucked with all her might. She needed his
semen flooding her mouth. She knew she would spasm even
harder when his jism hit her throat. Skip suddenly began
fucking her mouth with short quick jabs. His balls were
bursting...his prick was on fire and ready to explode.
Desperately, he fucked her mouth, using it like a cunt,
pounding into it, forcing her throat to open and take him
in. And then the man came. He spurted [color
black]wildly into her open mouth, his pecker jumping with
the force of the orgasm that ripped through him. He came
and came...gob after gob of thick, gooey sperm gushed from
the head of his prick, splattering into her mouth, hi tting
the walls of her throat.





Barbara gulped wildly, swallowing the creamy sperm her
own final cum convulsing her. She sucked and sucked, drawing
every drop of jism from his dick, swallowing it all and wanting
more. She wanted to drink endlessly from this fountain
of cum...the taste and texture of the thick drink excited
her to a new plateau of lust. Frantically she drained the
softening penis. She gulped down the last mouthful and
lay back. Her body still twitched with the last of her orgasm.
Skip cleaned her out with his tongue, tenderly licking
the still engorged pussy, cleaning off the last traces
of cum. Finally he raised his head and slid his body off hers.
His limp penis slipped from her mouth, and she reached after
it, wanting to keep it in her mouth. He swung around so he
faced her and smiled at her. His lips and chin were smeared
with pussy cum, and she raised her head to kiss him, wanting
to taste her juices.





Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to
kiss her on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in
the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his
hand dropped to his penis, which was hardening against
his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and
began slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's
pictured breasts for a long time, his breath coming in ragged
puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how
those big boobs would feel under his hand.





"Oh, baby, " he breathed.


"What a set!"


He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened on the
erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther
down.





The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding
her cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside.
A thick growth of bushy curls covered her twat, curling
along the extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry could just
make out the ridges and convolutions of the slit. He peered
closer. It looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture,
seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked it with a trembling
finger, fantasising that he was running his digit over
a real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before-the gardener's
daughter let the boys at school feel her for a dollar. But
she didn't have one like this. Hers was sparsely furred
and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy abundance.
Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of the opening.
He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had given him
the picture had told him about. Supposedly you could just
press on this nub of flesh and the girl would let you do anything
you wanted. Jerry hand moved faster on his pecker as he imagined
what he would do.





Barbara slowly slid the panties off, revealing her luxuriant
pubic bush, and stepped out of them. She stood before him
nude, her hands covering her bush, smiling at him lewdly.
She was unbearably excited. She could feel the moisture
trickling from her overheated cunt. She walked in front
of him, moving her hands and spreading her legs so he could
gaze at her. One hand held apart the fleshy lips of her cunt.
She was only inches away from him now, and her female odour
reached his nostrils. They twitched at the enticing smell,
and he grabbed upward, bringing her cunt against his mouth,
inhaling the musky odour, lapping fiercely at the dripping
cunt.





"Oh-yes...suck it, " she squealed, her knees
buckling.


She slumped onto him, her twat mashing into his face. He
licked up and down, his nose bumping against her clitoris,
sending waves of pleasure through her.





"Eat me out, darling, eat my cunt!" she moaned,
squatting over him.


Her body writhed as it sought the satisfaction denied since
yesterday, her hips twisting and undulating on his tongue,
her cunt dripping pussy nectar down his willing throat.
And Skip complied, doing his best to swallow the flood of
juice, slurping valiantly at the demanding cunt, sticking
his tongue into her hole and twirling around, nibbling
at the nub of her clitoris. She came quickly, spasming wildly,
gushing into his mouth. She fell on the sand beside him.






The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's-her
breasts were small and tilted upwards. Jerry thought they
looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them.






She reached out a hand and gently touched the lump at his
crotch, her fingers stroking. Her hand had a will of its
own. She watched dazed, as she squeezed Jerry's penis.
The scene blurred before her eyes as an electric thrill
ran through her. She caressed Jerry's rock-hard projection,
staring at him, her eyes glazed, her mouth open. Her breasts
rose and fell with her laboured breathing and the burning
in her cunt spread through her body, making her legs weak
and shaky.





Barbara put her hands behind her neck and unzipped her dress,
trying to remember how the stripper she had seen in Vegas
did it. She moved her hips slightly to an imagined bump and
grind routine and slowly let the dress fall to the ground.
She was still in her white bathing suit, and she revolved
slowly in front of him, thrusting out her pelvis, bending
so he could see the swell of her breasts. She unhooked the
top of the suit in back and let one breast fall free, still
holding it to her other boob, teasing him. She gathered
the material in her hands and pressed it to her chest, rubbing
her tits with it, then let it fall to the ground, revealing
the full swell of her tits. She cupped her hands under her
breasts and let her fingers trail over the creamy surface,
pinching the nipples until they stood erect.





"Oh, yeah, that's good. Rub'em, honey, "
Skip gasped, hypnotised by the action of her hands.


He rubbed his prick slowly, savouring the strip tease.






"The pants. Take off the pants. Let me see your cunt."



He flicked the clitoris with his thumb and smiled at the
tremor that went through her. Her skin rippled under its
thin coating of sweat as she hunched frantically against
his fingers.





"How do you like that, baby? Do you like me finger-fucking
your snatch?"


Skip muttered to her.





Barbara looked down past her breasts to the hairy mound
of her cunt, watching his fingers dig in and out. Her hips
moved furiously against the fucking hand as he drew it out.
Her hips moved furiously against the fucking hand as she
tried to get more of his hand inside her. She felt like her
cunt was a mile wide and could take anything! She sucked her muscles around his fingers and bore down
with all her strength. She couldn't believe the sensations
that were flooding her with every stroke of his ar m. She
quivered and bucked with lustful tremors, her pussy gushing
lubrication around his hand.





"Put your whole hand in. Fuck me with your arm, cram
it in there!" she cried.


Skip hesitated. He had never heard of putting a whole hand
inside a woman's cunt. Surely it was way too big! He hooked his fingers inside and stretched the walls experimentally.
They stretched around his probing digit accommodatingly.
He shrugged. He was willing to try anything...and if she
thought she could take it. Carefully he inserted another
finger alongside the two already in her steamy hole. She
moaned slightly, but didn't stop the tempo of her hips.
He drew his hand out and bunched his little finger with the
others and rammed it again into her.





"That good?" he breathed, watching her cunt
stretch in fascination.
























































This word was chosen for it’s unusually high frequency
in erotic texts. It is marked to draw attention to when,
why and where it is used. To some, it may stimulate, to others
it’s a bore. What does your brain say?




















This text contains one or more repetitions of specific
BLUE WORD(S) . Each is marked
thus to draw your attention to it’s placement and useage
in an erotic environment. Enjoy........

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