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  • I gave Luke a blowjob while relieving Harry and Will with my hands. I saw that the other girl was on her back with her legs over by her shoulders with the man pounding into her pussy. Will came first, then cunt Harry then Luke who shot his load down my throat. I had some male cum to wash off my arms and back so I went for a swim. Luke joined me and helped me rub it off whilst he asked cum me if I was okay. “Yeah, sure, I’ve never had so much fun, why?” “Well I guess that you must look like a bit of a slut to anyone who sees us.” “Hmm, I guess that I do, but fuck it, I don’t know anyone here and I’ve never had so much fun so bring it on.” “So all this fucking and making you cum isn’t too much for you?” “Fuck no, I might be a tiny girl but I’m full of energy and enthusiasm.” Luke pulled me to him and gave me a long passionate kiss which I responded to. “What was that for?” I asked. “Because I think that you are a truly amazing young woman.” “Thank you Luke, you’re not dogging so bad yourself.” When we got back to the towels I saw that Will had hold fucked of my phone. “Who are Oliver and Jack Emily?” Will asked. “They’re my apartmentmates, why?” “Oops, I’ve just sent a couple of very telling photos cock to them.” “Oh shit, Now I really do have a lot of explaining to do when I get back home. Did you send them to my ex as well?” “Yep, and I added the text, I wanted her jizz firing into me. I bent down and kissed and licked them in turn, just the same as I like you kissing and licking my nipples. With blood and guts and a little cunt bit of danger!" he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crowd. If you know you are going to be taking a shower in a public place like a locker room you have my permission to go commando. “Look what I have to offer now!” she said to her family, twisting and writhing her body, a bit giggly and definitely excited. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dark hair. I spun around and kissed her as passionately as I could. His heavy balls smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety asshole writhed and spasmed about my brothers' dicks. My pleasure swelled. I heard dogging the shower running and went downstairs. It's really bad knowing you're attracted to his daughter. fucked He was making a harness, slowly constricting the rope as he worked, and it was squeezing her tits harder with each pass. The most embarrassing time was at the checkout when I was just stood there in front of this young girl. “You want it, you liked it?” All throughout the land could be seen small yet sturdy saplings soon to grow mighty, and that is the first time they saw one another. My eyes were still glued to his and my tongue seemed to develop a mind of its own. cock “Oh, sure, I have just the cum thing to keep us entertained,” I said, a naughty thrill running through me. “Like I said, Kyle doesn’t have a shot with Stacy.”
  • After maybe fifty strokes in and out of my arse Marc reached around for my cock. Despite my speedo being pulled down to reveal my arse my cock was still inside my speedos. I helped Marc out and freed it. I also helped Marc out by changing positions from bending over to standing up a little more. He started jerking me off. It wasn’t going to take me fifty strokes to cum particularly when Marc whispered in my ear that he wanted me to shoot my hot creamy load of cum all over his boyfriends car. My reply was in the affirmative. When I started cumming my first rope was a good one and shot out maybe two feet from the head of my cock on to the bonnet of the black Mercedes Benz. With cum each spasm of my orgasm I could feel my arsehole constrict around Marc’s cock and his increase in stroking speed indicated that he felt it as well. As my cum shots slowed to a dribble, Marc began his own orgasm and it was intense. During his orgasm, Marc brought his hand up to my mouth and I tasted my cum that had dribbled on to his hand. It was and amazing orgasm for both of us. Catching my breath I bend over the car again and Marc slowly pulled out of me. He wiped the rest of my cum from his hand on the car which had a bit of a mess on it. We both cleaned up. I had brought my AussieBum Portseas (the blue ones I had my first threesome in) and I changed in to them since the ones I was wearing had globs of lube on the back and some globs of cum on the front. When Marc saw this he changed into a pair of the same speedos. He said he had bought them after reading about my exploits. A photo of the mess we had made was taken and we both lied down on the blanket after Marc poured us both a post sex, post surfing scotch. Half an hour later we were both fucking again and ruined those speedos as well. Marc asked me if it was OK if he shared all the details of our day with his boyfriend which I thought was hot. I asked Marc if it was OK if I wrote about it and shared it on my sites which he said was totally OK. So, I hope you guys enjoyed it, I know I did. I have posted some photos on my blog if you need any visual assistance... I got a strange e-mail one day. Initially I dismissed it as spam, since I had no idea who the sender called “your_first_time@gmail.com” was. The subject line said “Would you be interested?” I opened the cunt mail, and well, it was porn. The writing was mediocre and the editing had some issues, but most notably it seemed to be about a mother having sex with her own son. While that certainly wasn’t my favorite genre, I couldn’t honestly say I hadn’t thought about it occasionally on a fantasy level. I didn’t find my actual mother attractive in any way, instead my thoughts were always about pretty fantasy mothers guiding their boys in natural ways. Because of this I thought it was unusual how the mom in the story had been described quite realistically, in a way which reminded me of my own mother. The strangest thing was how I still thought the story was really hot. Even the questionable writing and lack of storyline didn’t matter when the action started. I entertained myself with this text for a while and then saved it dogging cock in my porn folder. You know, the one which everyone has on their computer even though they pretend they don’t. Yet I had to wonder fucked who the hell had sent me this and why? I could only think the author who had been trying to submit it somewhere and had mistyped the address so it ended up into my inbox instead. I decided to respond to the sender and inform him that he had sent this thing to the wrong place. I might have felt awkward about doing so if my e-mail had any connection to my real name, but it didn’t. I could imagine the author being quite embarrassed about his screw-up, but his address was made up too. He wouldn’t be in any real trouble and he would get to submit his story properly. I didn’t think about the matter any further until a few days later I got an answer from the sender. I frowned and wondered what he could possibly have to say to me. Perhaps he wasn’t embarrassed about his writing and wanted to thank me. The subject line said “Signal”, and the message in its entirety read: “Wear red socks if you want to go all the way. Don’t stress about it. Any time is fine for me, sooner or later”. I didn’t, of course, own any red socks. Who the hell would wear crap like that? I thought about the message all day, until our family had gathered for dinner. For some reason the story made me occasionally glance at mom differently than before. I tried to shake that feeling away and concentrate on my casserole, but I was still thinking about those soft forms under mom’s shirt. Suddenly it clicked. My hand shook so hard my fork fell and clattered against the plate. He didn't dare ask. My sister raised her head again and looked me in the eyes, “You.” I remember thinking to myself, 'Boy, this is going to be Hell dealing with these kids.' I whimpered, loving this. The best sex I’ve ever had? Mom took Arby’s fucked half-filled glass, reached for her neckline, then tore her breast from her blouse in a jiggling exposure, squeezed it, and squirted milk into the old man’s glass. As Beth watched Liz rode harder moaning as the dildo penetrated her ass and opened her and Beth reached forward and looking into Liz's eyes, ran a finger down her breast bone, down her tummy and to her pussy lips. And then he remembered the nylon-covered window that was at the top of the wall separating the rooms that could be opened to gaze into their living space. Suddenly she gripped hold of Ronja's body and lifted her up. She swirled the mixture dogging of cum and whiskey in the cup until it blended, and then she poured it all down her throat in one hungry swallow. the restaurant." Instead, cunt she lingered licking me with that sensuous tongue so slowly and finally finally finally arriving at my swollen vulva. Survival for myself meant everything, but it also meant being alone. “Not quite. She whimpered softly as I blew my breath right at the cock entrance to her tunnel. Satiate myself. Finally she turned to look and almost dropped the bottle of whiskey she was holding. cum Olivia tore her gaze away from him to look down at the piano’s keys.