Her hand seized my wrist. My teasing finger thrummed against her clit, raking up and down her canal, and she stiffened beneath me. Her voice became a low hiss as she urged me on. "Yeah. Yeah! Thats it! Oh, god, yeah! Oh, god, Brian..." She was reaching for her climax, and I watched in rapt attention as she rapidly gave in to the pleasure washing over her. When her orgasm hit, it hit hard and fast.

I couldnt hit her again, even if she wanted it. I dropped my baggies to the floor. This was the moment we had both been waiting for. My cock stood out proudly in the moonlight. She was looking at it over her shoulder now, and murmured, "Oh, daddy." I stepped behind her and let my cock head nuzzle into the sweet wetness between her thighs. We both inhaled sharply at the touch.

" she said, and both Jennifer and myself laughed at her. I hefted it and shook it at her, flinging a few strings of our juices into the air. "Cmon, now," I teased. "Its just pussy juice, and some semen. Its good for you!" She wouldnt look at it, though. "Oh, here!" Jennifer yelled, reaching for my meat. She slipped her eager mouth over the end of it, and began to suck.

Dear Babydoll, I told you I often fantasized about you while alone in the shower. This night was no different, but if anything, it was more intense. We were, as my fantasies often are, in the motel room we plan to share. It had a large, old-fashioned tub, with only a shower curtain that ran across the front. Of all things, this time I imagined me washing your hair, as you soaked in a tub full of fragrant bubbles.

The sun is warm on your shoulders as you walk down the beach, eyes scanning the dunes. "God, what am I doing here?" you ask yourself, for about the thousandth time since your plane touched down. The question hasnt kept you away, though...just made you question your own motives. Not that there was any doubt about that either. The one word kept popping up in your mind: LUST. What else would take you away from your home, your husband, your new grand-daughter? You smile to yourself. "Thats it," you say aloud.

Now I was torn; I wanted to be inside Brianna so badly, but Jeanettes mouth, as she cleaned my cock and balls, felt so good that I didnt want it to stop. Man, what a decision, eh? I finally lay my head back onto my pillow, and decided to let the girls decide for me. Brianna was shy. That was obvious from the way that she kissed her way down my chest, almost as if she were afraid that she wouldnt please me once she got her mouth on me.

She turned when we got to the living room. I almost bumped into her, so intent was I on the motion of her ass, and I smiled shyly. "Oops! Sorry," I said, but she was smiling, too. Her eyes had this wild shine in them, and I hoped it was desire. God, how green they were! Her face crinkled a little around them as she smiled, testament to our age, but effectively framing them in that olive-skinned face.

She bound Terrys wrists with separate silk ties, and secured them to the bedposts. Now the big man was hers to control! She paused to survey his body, and felt the flush of power. All those muscles; that gorgeous cock...hers to do with as she pleased! Terry allowed her to strap him down, confident that he could break free if he needed to, but willing, even anxious, to see what this little hottie had in mind. He watched her face as she gazed at his cock, her mouth half-open, and he knew shed never been fucked like that before. Even more, he knew she wanted to be fucked like that again, after hed allowed her to tease him

Matt rose to his feet and pulled his jeans down his legs. His cock sprang free, and he wished she could see it. It was as long as Craigs, but much thicker. Oh, well. Shed feel it, soon enough! Stepping out of the jeans and putting his hands on Nancys thighs for balance, he leaned forward, and let the head of his dick slide through the thick blonde bush of her pussy.

The battered black pickup with the deeply tinted windows nosed in between two parked cars, where the driver could watch Jessica unseen. She didnt notice the truck as she exited her rented Taurus and went into the downtown market. The driver watched, however, fascinated by the movement of her hips as she walked. He imagined them free of the little white shorts they were encased in, those firm globes revealed to him as he bent her over. He could imagine stabbing his cock into their apex, and hearing her squeal. How sweet that moment would be! Once Jess had entered the store, he leaned back into the seat and closed his eyes, now remembering the girl from yesterday morning.