Using all the self control I could muster, I slowly crossed the bathroom and opened the door painfully slow. She didn’t even notice. I guessed she was probably really tired and totally out of it. Stepping in as lightly as I could manage without slipping and cracking my skull, I moved behind her and slowly slid my hands onto her but, moving them around her waist and resting them on her stomach. Beth only moaned slightly, not moving from under the water. Eventually she stood up and turned around in my arms.
“Hey lover,” she softly murmured, almost completely drowned out by the sound of running water. Lifting her hands to my face she pulled me down for a long, passionate kiss as my hands drifted down to her ass. I was completely in love with her perfect ass. I could massage, lick, kiss, nibble and fuck it all day and never get sick of it. It was a perfect mesh between firm muscle and a nice round butt. Her tits were just as amazing, especially pressed into my chest in the shower. Large, yet still very firm and pert, topped off by areolas slightly larger than a quarter, and nice pink nipples, roughly the size of a pencil eraser.
After a few minutes of kissing, I broke away and slowly spoke. “I love your tits. I love your little nipples. So very beautiful. Especially that astounding ass of yours. It’s perfect; I could squeeze it all day… That is unless I was fucking it.” I just threw the last sentence out, hoping she wouldn’t think I was some sick pervert and smack me and tell me to leave. I looked down after a second, expecting her to be looking at me with some sort of disgusted shock, but she wasn’t even looking at me. She had her heard buried in my chest and started slowly nibbling my nipple. I could tell I was really starting to get her turned on.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Hot Coed Gets Fucked
Oh yeah, I know how it's supposed to be. But I looked at him, his groin thrust toward us, hot, fat, wet, white juice dripping down his chest toward his meat, his shorts drenched from the couple of hours working his board in the surf, and I knew.
His mates all are egging him on like he's king of the tribe, only added to my conviction.
I knew I didn't want to risk not being the one. If I played the game, and looked away, he may not choose me. I looked hot, damn hot, but lets face it, so did the other eighteen year old girls in my group. We all looked fucking scorching. That's all we can do. We've got nothin' else. So he can have any one of us. But, if he does chose one of my friends, one of the other five delicious bikini-clad eighteen year olds with me, at least I will always be the one who did it. No matter who he fucks, I'm the one that did it.
So I stood up. I'd never looked better in my life. My hair was long and thick down my back, out and messy with the hot windy air and my bikini rode high on my hips, half sliding up my ass. My tits were cupped like perfect curls of coffee ice cream, sitting high and firm like they didn't even need the bra that barely covered them. I stood, heart racing, digits shaking, amid the wolf whistles and howls of delight from his friends. I walked over toward him. I placed my hands on his hips, bent at the waist, and stuck out my tongue.
His mates all are egging him on like he's king of the tribe, only added to my conviction.
I knew I didn't want to risk not being the one. If I played the game, and looked away, he may not choose me. I looked hot, damn hot, but lets face it, so did the other eighteen year old girls in my group. We all looked fucking scorching. That's all we can do. We've got nothin' else. So he can have any one of us. But, if he does chose one of my friends, one of the other five delicious bikini-clad eighteen year olds with me, at least I will always be the one who did it. No matter who he fucks, I'm the one that did it.
So I stood up. I'd never looked better in my life. My hair was long and thick down my back, out and messy with the hot windy air and my bikini rode high on my hips, half sliding up my ass. My tits were cupped like perfect curls of coffee ice cream, sitting high and firm like they didn't even need the bra that barely covered them. I stood, heart racing, digits shaking, amid the wolf whistles and howls of delight from his friends. I walked over toward him. I placed my hands on his hips, bent at the waist, and stuck out my tongue.
Ass Fucking
I arranged my hair into a tight lacquered bun; my husband prefers my hair to look wet and severe. I dressed slowly, waiting for my his return. It was theatre night, and I was dressing as ordered: black leather corset, cinched tight to 18 inches, black fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels. I was to wear no panties. I finished by slipping into a tight black silk dress, very high on my thighs.
I poured my self a cognac from the decanter on the sideboard, and opened the french doors to the balcony. Central Park was busy with activity below me, and I leaned over the rail and watched the traffic slip down Fifth Avenue. I sipped the cognac; it warmed my throat and then my tummy... I felt constricted and awkward in my corset. It began to rain and I returned to inside; just as I closed the doors I heard voices in the entryway. My heart began to beat more quickly!
Karl entered and put his briefcase on an end table. A tall muscular man was with him; his skin was pitch black.
"You've had a drink! Then I will have one too." The men turned their backs to me, and the black man shook his head no and laughed. "Fine," said Karl, and they turned towards me.
"Joseph," he said, "this is Toni." He gestured toward me and sat down in a leather recliner. "Have a seat there, on the sofa."
Karl took a sip of his cognac. "You," he said, looking at me, "stand before him."
I poured my self a cognac from the decanter on the sideboard, and opened the french doors to the balcony. Central Park was busy with activity below me, and I leaned over the rail and watched the traffic slip down Fifth Avenue. I sipped the cognac; it warmed my throat and then my tummy... I felt constricted and awkward in my corset. It began to rain and I returned to inside; just as I closed the doors I heard voices in the entryway. My heart began to beat more quickly!
Karl entered and put his briefcase on an end table. A tall muscular man was with him; his skin was pitch black.
"You've had a drink! Then I will have one too." The men turned their backs to me, and the black man shook his head no and laughed. "Fine," said Karl, and they turned towards me.
"Joseph," he said, "this is Toni." He gestured toward me and sat down in a leather recliner. "Have a seat there, on the sofa."
Karl took a sip of his cognac. "You," he said, looking at me, "stand before him."
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