The excitement in my body grew and my heart began to pound.How would they respond? Imagine if I simply invited them to accompany me to the bedroom? Or could I simply drop to my knees on the kitchen tile?I probably could’ve dropped to my knees since Ashley totally abandoned me. The next time two people were lonely, I intended to mention a couple of things to her. However, I didn’t know how long they'd be. They’d not seen each other for a couple of weeks and probably needed to compensate for lost time. Part of the reason why I didn’t want to encounter Tyler was due to their relationship. They’d been a happy couple that couldn’t get enough of each other. Ashley and I were only eighteen, but I could see both of them getting married.I didn't have a problem finding men. So far, however, after a couple of things always became dull to find or I found other reasons to finish the relationship. I wasn’t prepared to repay, but I knew there was more than only one night stands and flings. Yet
Devon and James left me to whine about the size department, however, Rick stood vertical and markedly bigger. He pushed into me and I could feel myself stretching to adopt him. I raised my grasp on the duvet as he began to thrust into me. It wasn’t a dream anymore. It was nowhere close to that now, but three guys were fucking me precisely at the same time. I was gangbanging. I wasn’t the run of the mill slut anymore.I wanted more. When James pulled out, I flipped over and stayed on my hands and knees. I didn't have to mention anything else. Someone took me from behind. I didn’t know who it was initially until I looked back and watched Devon thrust. Rick came to my entrance. He knelt on his knees and put his penis near my mouth.I licked his swollen head, tasting a hint of his salty precum. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips. I took him deep into my mouth while another guy fucked me. It didn’t seem real. I sensed another set of hands-on my waist. Rick started fucking my
I met with the guy who'd become my spouse in my third year of school. Michael was appealing, had a wonderful character, was in fantastic shape from being on the school's football team and was pretty damn great in bed. Following a protracted romance, we married after graduation. Initially everything was fine, together with Michael landing a well-paying task and becoming promoted at a quick speed, but as the years passed by, items changed and not for the better. Michael developed poor drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain.It wasn’t going out with the boys two times a week, which bothered me. It happened on more than four occasions. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he obtained. I attempted to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a gym so we could work out together, but he gave up after a few months on the treadmill and consoled himself with just as much booze as he could find. Our sex life took a hit, too. The more he drank, the less we had, a
Out of earshot of anyone else, the conversation became very indicative and there was lots of sexual tension between us. After some time Brett positioned himself with me as I spoke with Phil. I found out why he did when I felt his hands placed on my underside.Now, while I have had guys make moves on me, I'd always politely rejected them, but the minute I felt Brett’s contact I knew this time was different. I'd never been aroused with just two guys this handsome.Instead of eliminating the hand, I let it stay there. Taking my lack of demonstration as reinforcement (and it was), Brett started rubbing my butt. In conclusion, I transferred back to his grasp. After a moment and a lot of groping, he slid his hands beneath my bikini and started fondling me. I stopped talking since I liked his touch.It must’ve been the silence or the looks on our faces, which made Phil pick up on what was happening underwater. He joined in, reaching out and grabbing my breasts, which were just beneath the
I hadn’t had an extreme fucking like this in years, and I was even amazed by how fast I became wet,, so that he could actually slam into me. I could sense him slapping against my ass with every thrust. It was incredible.Phil stopped pumping and abandoned his cock buried in my throat. I felt his pole twitch a split second before he started spewing his seed. It tasted fantastic and I savored the taste.Brett was adequate enough to pause while his buddy came in my mouth, but after Phil removed himself, he picked up right where he left off. God, the guy could fuck. I came a second time, which delivered him over the border as he ejaculated into my pussy. I had the semen from two guys in me. Instead of feeling pity for cheating on my husband, I wanted more.Brett pulled out. Phil was ready. He rolled me over, so I laid on my belly with my legs on the floor with my butt at just the ideal height for him to mount me. He had no problems knocking all of the way into me and began to pound me h
Melissa Fox was one, but, like so many teens, had suffered from shaky self- esteem. When she turned sixteen she'd been allowed to date, but parents kept her on a very short leash. There'd been numerous clashes regarding how much liberty she should have. Because grades hadn't been tops, she'd learned the meaning of restriction.She'd had a number of school-kid crushes, but hadn't gone any further than some pretty intense kissing. Most guys seemed too immature for her tastes where relationships and sexual matters were concerned. She wasn't uninformed, but at eighteen was still a virgin though she'd been on the pill for a year. Virginity didn't bother her as much as parental control, and she couldn't wait to get away from home.Melissa was attracted to more mature men - and had a thing for her science teacher, a man in his mid-thirties. She'd intentionally exposed herself a number of times - sitting in the front row, legs spread just enough to flash panties. It made him look. But no mat
She followed him through the house as he gave a guided tour. It was quite lovely - everything - the art and furniture - everything. She found herself wishing her mother's taste in interiors was as clean. His library was impressive - and the computer workstation, too."This is where you write?" she asked, touching the edge of a large antique maple desk."This is the place," he nodded, corner of mouth curved in a smile, a dimple - a nicely chiseled chin."Nice view," she said, looking out the window and across the valley, wondering what was happening at home."Melissa - may I ask you something?""Sure.""Why did you want to meet me?"She studied his face - that way he stood with one hand in his pocket, head tilted just a bit to one side."Your stories. I wondered what kind of man you were - you know, based on what I read. You sure made me think naughty things."He smiled. "Nice to know. Do you ever act naughty?"She blushed hotly. "Not really - I think about it - I get hot." "And?""And
Hands on her butt, he pulled her to him and drove in all the way, grinding his groin against her smooth crotch as she pulled the thong out of the way. She was gasping for air, legs spread, heels bouncing on the floor as he pistoned into her as fast as hips could move."Fuck - you are so tight . . . ""It feels so good - when you rub me like that - it feels like I'm going to pee!""You're not - you're just getting hotter - I'm going to make you cum - tell me when you're getting close . . . " She was sweating, but nodded, lower lip still prisoner between pearly teeth. He varied the strokes, length and speed, and shuddered with lust when she started playing with her clit."Masturbate - finger yourself - make yourself cum . . . ""I am!" she moaned, entire body quivering, "I'm cumming real good! Oh, my God! Fuck me! This feels so good!""I'm going to cum . . . " he gasped, trying to hold back, but so close that he knew that he couldn't."Not in me!" she hissed - not inside me - not yet -