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  • If I can suck the cum out of your cock instead, you are less likely to fuck your mom." "Yeah, but I like fucking her," Walter grinned. "Besides, she's really horny. If I tried to leave her alone for a couple of days, she'd probably wind up attacking me or fucking the mailman. Then she'd really feel bad." "So Walter, you are fucking her because she needs it?" Margret asked. "That is very thoughtful, I always thought you were the type to help a woman out . . . Walter winced, his cock throbbing; charged with blood and jism. He held Margaret's head in his hands, then guided her face back down to his prick as she spoke. "Keep sucking," he said. "It's working." Margaret was happy to oblige. Walter's cock was so long and firm, nearly as sweet to suck on as her very own son's. Margaret's hunger for cock-sucking and cum-gulping had grown even stronger since she'd begun fucking both the young studs. Hardly a moment passes in the day that she isn't thinking hungrily of the pleasure of sucking cock, of stuffing a really big one into her mouth and slurping out its rich, sappy load of spunk. Again the horny mother opened her mouth wide, plunging her open lips onto the tasty stiffness of Walter's cock. She shut her eyes, concentrating on the pleasure of cock-sucking. Her lips fit snug around the fat, veined shank of his fuck pole. Margaret eagerly started sucking very hard, slurping and gurgling loudly as she nursed on the blood-beating hardness of her young client's prick. Walter's cock grew longer and stiffer, the red leaky cock knob pulsing on the roof of her mouth. Margaret nearly choked herself, trying to stuff his prick farther between her lips. Her fingers tightened on the root of his cock, and then she commenced a fast, urgent hand job, feverishly jacking his boner from the base to the sucking lips. "Harder," Walter pleaded. He stared at her, entranced by the spectacle of the gorgeous woman with a mouth full of cock. "Suck the cum out, Mrs. Kelly! Oh, shit, I'm really going to shoot big!" By now Margaret's right hand was a blur, wildly tugging up and down the huge, throbbing cock. She alternated between puckering her cheeks sharply inward and flaring them outward again, keeping a constant, suckling pressure on the tasty fullness of Walter's cock. More cock- juice was burbling out all the time, which Margaret eagerly lapped up with her swirling tongue. As Walter had promised, she sensed that he was really going to squirt a big load of cream. I took a while, but in the end, we decided on a name, Patty, and she agreed that her existence must be kept secret. The robe fell down her body to land in a puddle at her feet. Life had been a blissful melody, each note playing in perfect succession with the other, each chord thrumming in time with the light cadence, each verse and chorus a tune of care-free nothing. From there he could see the access gate for the pits. I hadn’t packed it so Jon must have put it in the bags afterwards. How in the world did you think we wouldn’t notice you being gone?! Once over, she continues to speak. She said something to the large Italian man who went over and grabbed a new leather belt. "I promise you that, from now on, I'll always use birth control, whenever we 'do it.' I would never go against her in a fight, that would be unwise. Ryan and I stared at the 2 teenagers and they stared at us. Val was surprised--and caught totally off-guard--by just how mentally exciting it was for her to know that she actually had her own brother's freshly-ejaculated sperm inside her pussy. I don't know if this was just a strategy to convince me, but it worked.
  • “So let me understand, the problem is guys just use you?” he asked. “Yes, then they dump me,” she said. “And you want?” he asked. “To cum of course,” she replied, “Its not fair!” “Do you want someone to love you, care for you, cherish you?” he asked. “No, I just need to cum.” she admitted. “You ever thought of being a whore?” he asked. “No, of course not!” she snapped. “All the cock you can handle and get paid for it?” he suggested. “No!” she insisted. “Join a pervert club and do it for free then,” he suggested. “What?” she exclaimed. “Join a private club and get all the sex you can handle,” he explained. “You have to be kidding,” she protested. “No, obviously it’s not for everyone, but it suits some girls,” he assured her, “There are several clubs right here in town and they are always very pleased to welcome new members.” “Seriously?” she gasped. “Deadly serious,” he agreed, “You get laid, no strings. Get an orgasm, no awkward date, no wondering if he will call, just a puss full of nice hard cock, hell you don’t even have to see the guy.” “What?” she stuttered. “One place, the girls put their head and arms through a partition,” he explained, “They bend at the waist and watch porn on TV while guys fuck them from behind. The guy doesn’t see them and they don’t see the guys.” “Oh my lord that’s disgusting!” she gasped. “But if it gets them off where’s the harm?” he asked. “Maybe you like dominating guys? Dress up in leather and whip a guy until he screams, or torture him?” “Er, no?” she said. “Maybe you want them to tie you up and fuck you every which way,” he suggested,” Whip you maybe?” She was trying to eliminate the awkwardness and Jim tried to be charming, but started to stumble over his words and finally ended up asking her name. “I've felt you staring at them. “Okay,” she pouted and then reluctantly let her fingers release my now fully hard dick. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to think. Sighing deep with relief as I felt the pressure escape me. I knew Marie was wondering if she would be able to take those cocks in her pussy, but she did a good job with her mouth until they just couldn’t produce anymore cum. I felt bad - divorce is a bitch, and I know how hard it can be on some people. Before you even say it, no…. I had no harsh feelings towards her but the spiteful female in me came out and I wanted to gloat. Jill had the pink ‘Hello Kitty’ backpack. “That would be nice,” I replied.