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  • Connie was purring like a Kat in heat. She was working the vibrator in and out and around her pussy. I moved up on her ass and starting rubbing and slapping her ass. This was taking her to another level. I rubbed some Vaseline on the butt plug and some on her puckering ass hole. As I worked my finger into her ass hole, Connie started to move her ass back and forth. I exchanged my finger with the butt plug. To give her a rush, I went right in on her spanking anus. I pushed the butt plug in hard and straight. Connie gave out a loud yell as I penetrated her sex. I was relentless and did not give in to her screams for me to slow down. The harder I worked it the more she gyrated that ass. Her screams turned more into passion. I grabbed one of her tittys and pinched it as hard as I could. Connie yelped and then said she could not stand it any longer and was cumming. I jammed the butt plug in one more time and left it there. I picked up smacking that ass and listened as she came so hard that she shot the butt plug out of her ass. Her pussy juices from her cum were rolling down her legs. I knelt in front of her and lapped on her pussy, trying to capture all of her juices. Connie grabbed my head and smashed it into her pussy as her 2nd cum rolled through. I started to get up from between her legs when we heard an announcement asking all graduates and guests to leave the arena. Connie and I looked at each other and knew that it was time to go. Connie with her dirty self, reached between her legs and stuck three fingers in and out of her pussy several times. The last time they came out sticky and wet with her juices. Connie nun put her fingers to my lips and smeared her juices along my lips and over my face. Connie then started to lick her juices from my face with a slow sensual pace. She was driving me crazy. When she got to my lips, she sucked on th top and then on the bottom one. Lastly, she stuck her tongue down my throat and rotated it at a wild pace that was hard for me to keep up to. As usual I was hooked on the “C”. We got ourselves together, but did the damndest thing before we left the bathroom. We exchanged panties. I put on hers and she put on mines. Surprisingly both fit us well. We walked towards the exit as if nothing had occurred. As we exited, our families were waiting on us. My mother hugged me so tight that I could feel those bullet nipples through my gown. Damn, I was wishing that this was not my mom. Put your defenses up, and let her have a go at them. matically reacted to the new found sensations between He moaned back out of excitement and started to undo his pants. Mandy would suck on a testicle, Kim would lick along the side of his cock. No one's ever had success with this, and we're not expecting to have any either. All the nun other whores at the house will be envious of you. He is only 32 though and not married. They left and headed back to the bar. She then redressed, gave me a great big smooch and accepted her weekly spanking gift to leave for the night. “I thought I was gonna cum inside you”, he said. "And I can remember the very night... not surprisingly". Not that she hadn’t had the chance before. Until Mrs. Roberts showed up.
  • I had a week before classes started again, but didn’t want to go home, even though it wasn’t far. I really didn’t think my family wanted to see me anyhow. My name is Kerry and I’m 18 years old and a college freshman. I lived in a dorm, a coed dorm, actually and I seemed to get a lot of grief from the other guys in the dorm. I was smaller than most of them, only about 5’6” and about 130 pounds and pretty slender, very little muscle. I was never particularly macho, and some of the guys asked why a girl, meaning me, was sharing a room with a guy, my roommate. They openly wondered if I was gay. I tried to laugh it off. I might not be what they thought of as a guy, but I was male, just not very masculine. I envied the women, and enjoyed spending time with them when they’d let me. Frankly, I often wished I was a woman. I’d always known I felt more affinity for women than men, but never understood it until several folks came out as transgender. I knew there was no way I could do that. My family already was pretty disdainful of me, with a couple of relatives calling me a poofta, when they thought I couldn’t hear, or when they just didn’t care if I heard. When news reports came on about transgender people, my dad said that any man who dressed as a women was a sick bastard who should be shot as an example to others. Before I came to college, when I was living at home, I got curious. I have a twin sister, Kelly, about my same size, and when no one was at home, I went into the dirty clothes and found a skirt, top, panties, and bra of hers and took them to try them on. I felt perfectly comfortable and quite natural in her clothes, but knew I could never get caught wearing them. I did that several times when I knew no one would be around, and really enjoyed dressing in my sister’s clothes. My dad is 6’2” and 220 pounds of muscle. If he ever knew I wore my sister’s clothes, he would beat the shit out of me, and no one in the family would try to stop him. After one time when I dressed up, I saw my sister looking at me strangely for a few days after that. I decided I’d better stop. I didn’t have anything even remotely feminine at school. My roommate was a jock and a jerk, and he brought his jerky friends to the room with him regularly. I know they went through my stuff, and they often made snide little comments. One day, one had found a My Little Pony top and a pair of pink panties nun in the laundry room, and said he’d found some of my laundry. Everyone laughed heartedly – except me of course. I told them those items weren’t mine and that he should take them back where he found them. He said he figured he found their proper home. I grabbed them from him and walked to the laundry room to drop them off, as all the guys in my dorm room roared. When I got to the laundry room, there was a puzzled looking woman there, looking around. I walked in with the items, and she saw me, looked startled and asked me what I was doing with them. I told her about the jerk and what he’d said and done. She shook her head, took the items from me and thanked me for bringing them back. She kissed me on the cheek. I was starting to feel pretty good, when she said I’d look as good in them as she did. I turned very red and felt tears starting to form in my eyes, as I turned and ran from the laundry spanking room. I went to the library and hid out there, until it closed. More than ever. He offers his hand, she takes it and holds it firmly in hers, "I'm Solata, Solata Lunata of..." she slips into thought,"… of whatever, this spanking place name,� I guess." My mouth watered... We both stifled a laugh like it was the funniest secret joke in the world. “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you have a credit card? All my attention was on nun pumping cum into her, and I just kept pumping. “Uh-huh. “I’m going to cum, baby,” she whispers in my ear. “You look great just the way you are.” The man said as he packed my order.