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A Debutante's Ball
another lewd story by Barticlees
"Sweetheart," Joe called from the bedroom.
"Yes, Daddy," came the voice of his young daughter, Alexis, from the kitchen.
"Could you put on your cheerleader's outfit for Mr. Williams? He's never known a cheerleader before."
Alexis did not hesitate. She had had a feeling the minute her father's "business associate" came through the door that her father was going to want to share her with him. He was very proud of his daughter's charms and encouraged her to show them off whenever possible. If they went to the mall he always insisted that she wear very short skirts with no bra or panties. "So what if someone sees a little something" he would say. "Isn't it nice to know that you gave some guy a thrill? You've probably made his day, or, Hell, even his whole week, by giving him a shot of your beaver or your butt."
It was embarassing for Alexis though. Ever since her mother had been committed to a mental hospital, her father and she had been closer than ever. But he increasingly asked her to perform for him in adult ways; ways that made her feel uncomfortable but ways that she hoped she would eventually learn to endure. What else could she do? He wasn't her real father, he was her stepdad, and he was rich. She liked living in their big expensive house and being able to wear the best clothes and finest jewelry in school.
But,he was also a man with a very mean temper. She shuddered when she thought of how he used to do things to her mother.
Alexis put on the uniform and went into the living room forcing herself to smile and be happy.
"Oh, my" her visitor said admiringly. "You look marvelous."
"Thank you, Mr. Adams" Alexis said curteously. She turned slowly around several times to let their visitor get a good look at her cheerleader's outfit.
"Sweetheart," her stepfather said after a minute or two of absorbing his daughters beauty. "Mr. Adams says he's never kissed a cheerleader before. Why don't you give him a kiss."
Alexis's stomach tightened. This was something new. This was different than before.
"Yes, Daddy" she said with a big smile, trying to hide her anxiety. She had been taught that a good girl should always be "nice", and so she went over to the middle aged man sitting in their easy chair.
He wasn't bad looking. In fact, he was kind of tall, and dark, and, yes, even kind of handsome, so she didn't mind too much that when she leaned over and gently put her lips on his he stuck his tongue in her mouth.
She relaxed and let his tongue enter hers where it began to lick her lips and touch her inside. It wasn't too bad. He smelled good and had a light stuble on his face that felt somehow very...masculine. She even found herself responding slowly as he put his hand behind her head and gently pulled her face towards his. Soon they were both beginning to breath hard as their french kiss began to warm up.
That was when she felt his other hand on the back of her thigh. She was startled but she made no move to stop him. The last thing she wanted to do was upset her father. She didn't want another one of his "punishment sessions". She would do just about anything to avoid that. He was an exceptionally strict disciplinarian.
As they continued kissing, the man's hand gradually slid up and down her thigh in gentle caresses until eventually his strong hand came to rest on her butt cheek; which he then began to squeeze and fondle. Alexis just continued kissing him and tried to ignore the fact that a stranger was playing with her ass right in front of her own father.
However, this was much different than anything they had ever done. She had spent time in the bedroom with her father before; doing.....well doing the things that a man liked done to him....and..... But she just tried to think of that as training. That was what he had called it; "training" for when she grew up and got married....so she would know how to please a man with her hand...and with her mouth...and with her...... Alexis tried not to think about those "sessions".
After a few minutes of very heated kissing and petting her father finally spoke up. "Sweetheart," he said sweetly, "I'm sure Mr. Adams has never seen a cheerleaders butt before. Why don't you pull down your panties just a little bit and show him your ass. You're going to love her ass, Bud" he then added in a casual tone, "I think she has the cutest butt on the whole cheerleading squad."
Alexis contined to kiss the stranger as she tried desperately to digest what her father had just asked her to do. What was going on? This was a totally new thing. Suddenly, as if all the other liberties she had allowed her father to take weren't enough, they were now going to a whole new level. Alexis' mind reeled at this new development. But what could she do?
She fought to maintain her composure, but it wasn't easy and slowly she began to ease off on the kiss. It took all of her self control to speak calmly and politely. "Yes, Daddy. I'd be happy to." She was finally able to say weakly. Then Alexis slowly and self consciously stood up, turned around, reached under her skirt and hooked her thumbs over the elastic waistband of her panties.
She couldn't look at her father. She couldn't look at Mr. Adams. She kept her eyes on the floor as she began to tug downward. A kind of detached numbness seemed to creep over her. Her mind seemed suddenly preoccupied with the carpet's material as she slowly pulled her panties down over her ass.
"That's far enough sweetheart," she heard her father say as the panties moved to just below her cheeks. "Now lift up your skirt and bend over. I'm sure Mr. Adams would love to get a good look."
"Y...y...yes, Daddy," Alexis found herself saying as she realized that tears were forming in her eyes. Where had they come from?
Alexis lifted her skirt up over her waist and held it there, exposing her naked backside to their visitor. Then slowly, as though in a daze, not believing that this was really happening, she began to bend over.
She felt bizarre, like she was opening her mouth so a dentist could see her teeth, except that she wasn't showing someone her teeth...she was showing someone her butt....her butthole....her vagina. Alexis had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her life. She waited for some powerful force, some God, to run into the room and put a stop to this....this travesty. But no one came to her rescue. She simply continued bending over until her naked butt and her naked vagina were on display for this man whom she had never met until just a half an hour ago.
Alexis' face turned red as a beet and a tear slid out of one eye as she then rested her hands on her knees and let the stranger have his fill of the sight of her naked behind.
"Spread your legs a little, sweetheart," she heard her father say in front of her, "Let our friend have a good look at you."
As those words registered in her head, a bolt of anger flashed through Alexis; but it was quickly doused by the awareness of the contrast between her father's strength and her relative weakness. He was holding all the cards. She couldn't leave; where would she go? She needed a place to live while she got her education. Plus, she liked having an expensive sports car to drive and all of the trappings of a wealthy lifestyle. What would she tell her friends? She suspected that even though they pretended to be her friends that underneath it all they were really a bunch of ambitious and ruthless bitches who would pounce on any weakness perceived in someone they knew. She knew how cold they could be.
No, she was on her own. So Alexis slowly spread her legs and let the stranger see everything.... all of the hidden charms that a young lady could possess were now fully on display for the man. Alexis was resigned to her fate.
"Niiiice" she heard him say. "Your daughter has a very nice ass, Joe. A very nice ass indeed. Do you think she could spread her cheeks for me?" he added nonchalantly, as though he were assessing the physical attributes of a young heifer at a cattle auction. "I'd love to get a look at her sweet little anus."
Alexis thought she was going to die. Everything was spinning out of control. She felt lost.
"Alexis" her father said when she hesitated. It was just one word, but, it was said in a tone that was just a little lower than his usual tone Alexis recognized the implied threat.
Alexis reached back and spread her cheeks.
She heard a slight moan. "Sweeeeeettt." she heard him said. "She reminds me of her mother."
Alexis was stunned. Her mother? What the..... How did this man know her mother? Who exactly was this guy? She suddenly began to feel some nausea in the pit of her stomach.
"Is she tight like her mother was at this age?" he asked, as Alexis felt his hand touch her and his palm begin to slide slowly and appreciatively over her butt cheeks.
"Tighter" she heard her father reply.
Alexis' head began to spin. She felt disoriented. She wanted to run and hide. She needed to think. She needed to....
"Mind if I stick a finger in there?" he asked.
"Help yourself" came her father's reply. "You can stick anything you want in there. I have."
"Niiiice" the man said once again, and Alexis felt the strangers fingers begin to cup her lightly hairy mound. He rubbed slowly around and around pushing up with his palm.
Shockingly, Alexis realized that it felt....good.
Then he curled a finger and Alexis felt it part her tender young labia.
"Ohhhh" Alexis gasped at the feel of his rough finger sliding over her distended clitoris. The sensation was electric. She lurched forward one step in shock, but, glancing fearfully over at her father sitting in front of her on the couch, she immediately stepped back and resumed her position.
It was incredible. It was so...lewd. Letting a handsome man, albeit a total stranger, freely touch her pussy from behind while she was bending over, was so incredibly.... naughty. Suddenly she wanted more.
"My, God, Joe" the man said as his fingers began exploring her womanhood. "She's already wet." Then he took his hand out and put one of his fingers against her butthole and began to push using her own secretions as a lubricant.
Alexis didn't know whether to shit or go blind. She didn't know whether to jump or chop wood. The feeling was incredibly delicious as she felt his finger push gently yet firmly into her tight anal ring and then slowly, ever so slowly, with an exhilaratingly warm and tingling friction, push past the sphincter and slide up inside her rectum.
"Ohhh" Alexis reluctantly moaned again and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Somewhere in the back of her mind her rational self was already wondering what was going on; what kind of girl was she to enjoy being used in this manner. But the rest of her brain was so busy processing the blissful feelings of being sodomized by this man's finger that her warning bells went unheeded.
In and out he very slowly and deliberately began to saw it. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then, as he continued poking her butthole, his other hand came to rest on her soft downy pussy, where the fingers once again began their dance of rapture in her hole.
Alexis began panting audibly now. She had one finger fucking her in the butt and other fingers feeling up her pussy. And doing one hell of a good job at it. He seemed to know more about how to pleasure her than she knew herself.
As the finger in her butt slid slowly in and out he was rotating it in steady circles so that she could feel every centimeter of his skin as it rubbed against the inside of her very sensitive rosebud. The knuckles were especially pleasing. She could easily feel each one as he plunged his finger all the way up until his fist was against her and then slowly withdraw the intruder, one bumpy knuckle at a time, only to begin his ass-ault again; over, and over, and over, and over. In and out, and in and out, and in and out.
The digits playing with her pussy knew just what to do too; just where to touch, and just how hard to rub. Alexis could feel her body catching on fire. Her self consciousness was long gone...a distant memory. All she cared about now was the feeling of those fingers, those delicious fingers touching her in a way she had never been touched before. Alexis could feel herself beginning to fall in love with this man. Didn't he kind of look like a young Sean Connery? No, no, no, her mind was playing tricks on her. He looked more like a young Leonardo.....No, Leonardo was already young, or still young, or still handsome, or...or...or...
"I think she's ready now." the voice behind her interrupted her thoughts. To her dismay, the hands that were petting her from behind were suddenly gone. Then she heard the man behind her standing up.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"Rock and roll, baby," she heard her father reply as he too stood up.
Then Alexis heard the stereo sound of two zippers being unzipped simultaneously as both men took off their trousers and pulled off their underwear.
"Oh my God," the rational part of her mind screamed. "They're both going to take me. They're both going to...fuck me. I'm about to be........gang banged."
But before Alexis could even move a cock appeared in her face. It was her father's. She recognized it.
Then his hands were on her head and Alexis felt the soft rubbery head of his penis pushing against her lips.
"You're going to love this, Bud" she heard her father say as she obediently opened her mouth to receive his member. "She's not as good as Anita was, but....with a little training, I think we can bring her up to speed."
As Alexis' mouth filled with her father's fat cock the sound of her mother's name being mentioned in the middle of this madness ricocheted around in her head like a thunderbolt. Alexis knew that she should care. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be enjoying this. She should do something. They were talking about her mother. What was that all about? What had they done to....
But those last vestiges of rationality were driven out of her mind by the feel of a large, perfectly proportioned cock as it entered her from behind.
It fit perfectly.
It greeted her vagina like a long lost friend. It caressed the inside of her pussy like a.....lover. Like the perfect lover. She could feel the ridge of the swollen head passing over her "g" spot. She felt a current of primitive hunger surging in her loins. She was being fucked...and she loved it.
Oh, God, it felt good. The feel of one cock bumping up against her throat while the other plunged in and out of her love cavern was inconceivable.
Back and forth they sawed. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
In and out. In and out. The room was filled with the twin sounds of grunting males and one female. It was as basic and primitive as the first cave man copulation. It was a visceral hunger. An overwhelming need that drove away all other cares and focused the mind and the body in one harmonious objective....Sex! Fucking! Cumming!
A finger slid into her heinie.
Alexis came.
Her body shuddered. She grunted and moaned. Her orgasm ripped through her with the force of a tsunami. It was a tsunami of pleasure that filled her consciousness and all of her orifices at once.
"Damn," a voice said somewhere. "The little bitch is really into it. Isn't she?"
"Just like her mother" she heard a voice that sounded like her father's. "I told you it would be worth the wait."
"Not too shabby," she heard the voice behind her say as he began to lunge forcefully up and into her vagina.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." she heard him grunt as he banged vigorously against her backside, driving his stiff member deeper and deeper up inside of her.
"Fuck yeah, baby. Take it." he growled behind her. "Take it all bitch."
Alexis didn't protest the vulgar language. She loved it. She wanted to be fucked. At that moment she wanted nothing more in the entire universe than to be fucked. To be fucked like a whore. To be fucked like the nasty little cunt she was. She even began trying to take her father's big cock into her throat. He had tried to teach her to do that before but she had never been able to receive him that way. It was too big. But now she felt a feverish desire to take him into her throat. She wanted to fuck his cock with her mouth just the way the stranger's cock behind her was fucking her pussy. She wanted it. She needed it.
Her father grunted and Alexis mouth and throat filled with sperm. The husky odor of it filled her nostrils as she worked eagerly to milk out as much of his spend as she could. She wanted all of it. She wanted to taste in her mouth. She wanted to feel the slimy goo coat her entire oral universe. And, at that moment, she wanted to gulp it all down. She would have loved to have leaned her head back and gargled with it so they could see just how hot she was.
Then Alexis came again.
This time her body's shuddering and convulsions were so strong that the stranger had to hang on to her like a bullrider trying to achieve an eight second mount.
"M..o..t..h..e..r..f..u..c..k..e..r" He said in genuine awe as he looked down a the beautiful young girl's body writhing in rapture on the end of his cock. "M..o..t..h..e..r..f..u..c..k..e..r" he said and began plunging in as hard as he could over and over into the cheerleader's sopping crack as though he had every intention of driving her completely over the edge and out of her mind.
Again, and again, and again, and again he drove up and into the poor cheerleader's tightly clenching girlhood. He had fucked a lot of girls in his day but this one was hot. This one was a real firecracker.
He tried to hold back, but no heterosexual male could have held back at the feel of this young girl's velvet glove milking his hard cock with such ferocity.
Despite all of his determination, he felt himself explode.
At that moment, he drove so hard inside of her that he actually lifted the poor girl momentarily up and off of the ground. And there she hung, limply, like a real life ragdoll; impaled on his manhood for several long moments, as a shattering orgasm crashed through each of their bodies simultaneously.
Her father looked on with a smile. Slowly he caressed his now somewhat deflated cock. He had cum once, but it wouldn't be the last time he was going to cum today. Not by a long shot. She had two other holes that he hadn't used yet that day. And he planned to make a deposit in each one of his young daughter's branch orifices before he was done.
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Caution, this is a PG tale of gender exchange, read it at your own risk; enjoy it as a story. Helpful comments are always welcome. Proofreaders are always welcome to contact me about errors. Below is lead in. Are lesbians really better softball players? Henry thought so and he will have a chance to find out as Hal and Janet take Henry "downtown" to see life on the other side of the gender barrier. Everybody knows, real women play hardball too! Real Women Play Softball "That...
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Last December the corporation my husband worked for had their annual Christmas costume party. Its always held at the owners mansion. My husband John has worked at Inter-Melton Corporation for only three years but already he is being considered for a managers position that recently opened up. We were both very excited about the costume party. I'm 20 years old and have been married to John for a little over two years. John is 27 years old and has to be the very best husband a girl could ever...
Brie could not be happier. She sat next to her brand new husband Billy as he drove their convertible sports car down the highway. She admired her husband's handsome face and hard athletic body for probably the millionth time. She was very much in love and she felt lucky to have snared such a handsome guy. Brie shouldn't have worried about finding a husband. She had the pick of a long list of men and Billy was very grateful to have been at the top of the list. Any man would have died to be...
I’d missed the last two years’ balls. The one two years before, when we first learned of Katherine’s cancer, and last year’s shortly after her death. I’d come tonight, my first attempt to keep the promise I’d made her. Katherine made me swear to get on with my life after she was gone. She and all the rest of my friends had said not to mourn her loss more than six months, but I needed more time. It wasn’t until recently that I began to feel a little restless and bored with my solitary life. ...
The Fraternity Drag Ball by Elrod W Bill frowned, for perhaps the tenth time in the past ten minutes. "How in the hell am I supposed to get ready for this party on such short notice?" he demanded of his roommates, Jim, Tony, and Marty. "I mean, the party is tonight. Tonight!" Tony laughed, but secretly sympathized with Bill's plight. If it weren't for him and Marty, Bill wouldn't be in this predicament. It wasn't his fault that Bill was so reserved, while he and Marty were...
The Christmas Ball should have been magical and, in fairness, the organising committee had done a fantastic job decorating the school sports hall to give it that magical feel. Sparkly white and pale blue curtains draped on the walls gave it a wintery atmosphere and the numerous Christmas trees, elves and even a couple of reindeer added to the festive look. But the problem was the tradition at The Christmas Ball of women never refusing a dance, no matter who asked and no matter who they’d come...
Mom took me shopping for my Ball gown six weeks ago. It was a dream of lace and blue smoke, but of course it was quite chaste. That was the whole point of the Ball. Neither Daddy nor I had seen the alterations Mom had made until she helped me put it on. Daddy took me to the mall to buy me some jewelry for the Ball. He got me a pearl bracelet and a diamond tiara, and one more thing. He bought me a silver loop with two little balls, and then he took me to get it pierced into the hood of my...
"C'mon honey, please, please, just do it!""I...I can't, baby...I just can't!""But you promised! You said you wanted to, please do it!""That was before, I..I always want to before but after I...I just can't..."I looked down between my spread thighs, feeling foolish. I was begging my husband to eat my pussy after he'd just fucked me, something we'd both expressed interest in having happen in many a spoken fantasy, but which – again – he was chickening out of once he'd screwed me and left me full...
Regardless of the title of this story, I have to admit right up front that our family was not a family that one would say was "loaded with culture". In fact, my sister Ronnie was not really a ballerina and had never been to a ballet. If the truth be known, she was not even a very good dancer. This story is about the time my cute younger sister Ronnie decided to wear a ballerina costume to a costume party being sponsored by the Police Athletic League on the West Side of town. My name is Louie...
Summer had moved through autumn. Long warm days, full of bright sunshine, had transitioned into cooler shorter days, full of pretty fall colours and then to winter. Bitingly cold, short days with the ever-present promise of frost and snow.It was just fourteen more sleeps until Christmas day. The decorations were in the shops. The lights were strung along the streets and malls. The air full of cinnamon and spicy scents and everyone seemed to be playing holiday music as the excitement...
Group SexRochelle placed the order for a champagne-colored jacquard ball gown with a beaded halter neckline. The classy floor-length number was made by Eliza J. She was planning to war it to the Black & Gold Ball where her twin brother, Randy, lived. Randall Stewart, M.D. was the correspondence secretary for his alumni chapter of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. He and his wife, Leah, were on their way to a full reconciliation - so much so that after he completed one more month in sober living, he...
“So, Will, how was your computer course? Who were some of the people running it?” Jack asked me. We had just cast off from the Earle’s jetty on our way up to the sailing club, to arrive in style for the ball. I was wearing a dinner suit, actually my father’s suit, since the ball was “formal”. I had spent over half an hour practising tying the bow tie so it looked correct, and I had a matching black silk cummerbund around my waist. Jack was dressed in a dinner suit as well, and Chris and Lori...
Mile High Club in a Balloon The morning air was cool but not cold. The summer heat would come later today, but for now it was just right. Just a touch of dew sparkled on the grassy in the park and there was a slight haze in the air. To the east the rocky crest of the Sandia Mountains was just getting touched by the first rays of sunrise. The sunrays streamed between the peaks like a Japanese fan. The moment was picture perfect. Then the sound of the gas engine of the inflation fan...
Group SexThe following diary entry is 100% true...well, alright, 90% true. I've changed certain details to protect the innocent...as well as the guilty...and have purposely over embellished certain moments to try and explain what I was experiencing and feeling at the time. Also scattered throughout are assorted random ramblings on observations which may or may not be true. All I can promise is that each and every one of the following events did, indeed, happen to me and each and every one of...
Jamie's Watching Ballet It was certainly innocent enough - I mean, I was just looking at their costumes. You know, the standard black long sleeve leotard, ballet pink seamed tights, the white daisy ballet slipper, with the white ribbon across the foot. They were standing in line at the ballet bar practicing positions. My sister, Tammy, was standing third from the left; next to Connie, as usual. I didn't think she could see me peeking through the window. "Stand up straight girls, and...
Valerie was sitting legs spread in a V wide open on the floor, hands behind her back. A 8 ball rolled right towards her pussy, hitting just off center of the seam in her yoga pants. She had taken some pool balls off the rec room table and sat across the room in a mirror position to a taller, more well wndiwed girl. Her intinct to close her legs, and to lightly rub her pubic mons felt masterbatory. In an all girl environment, like a religious college everyone was a pair of tight jeans away from...
BDSMIt was 2 weeks before that this little adventure started! We already knew that the children were going to be staying over their grandparents house that night as it was Halloween and they were desperate to take the children trick or treating. See last year we discovered that our local area really went all out for the kids, with everyone pulling out the stops to put on a show for the kids. So that weekend (2 weeks before Halloween) the boys tried on their costumes, however they both...
Author's Note: This is the first naughty story that I've ever managed to finish. I don't think it's my best work, but it's my most not-incomplete. If it's well received, or received at all, I'd really like to write more. If it feels like no one is actually reading it, I'll probably wallow in self-pity and not post or write other things. What I'm trying to say is, please write and let me know what you think! You can send me an email. Even if you're spent from orgasm (especially if...
Henry Valentino the second, a gentleman of the age of 29 and a proud lieutenant of the United States armed forces came home on short notice. The reason, a letter from his stepmother, depicting his wealthy and prominent father’s fluctuating health. As he stepped through the double doors of the enormous mansion, much to his surprise, the woman who greeted him was completely different from the woman his father had written to him about. His stepmother was a corpulent woman, probably in her late...
My girlfriend and I had to get up early to get to the launch site before sunrise. Don, the pilot, had told us that we have to start early because that is when the winds are calmer and the cooler air makes the balloon fly better. We hadn’t gotten much sleep at the hotel the night before. In anticipation of our great adventure, we had a long night of lovemaking. So, bleary-eyed and still a little fuzzy in the head, we headed out in the dark morning to have our first hot air balloon ride. A...
The Black & Silver Ball By: Hardtimes6869 I had just opened my mail box and there lay an elegant black and silver envelope, awash in a sea of junk mail. Instantly, I knew that this was an invitation to the most prestigious social event of the year for high society’s crème de la crème . It was a charity awards fundraiser dinner and ball, for the infamous Black & Silver Ball or as I referred to it as The BS Ball. I had not expected to be invited this year as I no longer lived with my parents,...
Andy from the adult sex shop invited Cindy to attend the BDSM ball for the following Saturday night, She would have to decide at the door whether to be her normal submissive self or break new ground trying to be Dominant. She was advised that she could on this occasion merely observe or take part as she wished; but she was made aware of the one stringent rule. If she decided to take part as a submissive, the general safe word was 'PERFUMED PARSLEY' but if she used it she would immediately...
"George," Erica announced, "I need an escort for the County Ball." George was immediately attentive. After the disastrous evening with Allison he'd had barely been out of the house. He'd been busily checking the bank account for the business when Erica had walked in to the room. The County Ball was a major event and he had never had the opportunity to attend. "It will be my honour to accompany you, Mistress," he said. Erica broke into giggles. "Not for me, you fool," she laughed....
Sure, even I had to agree the red birthday balloon seemed innocent enough, but that was the trigger mechanism that started me off on the disgusting fetish that I tried to hide from my closest friends and relatives. My name is Candy and I know it sounds silly and sort of cliché because I am blonde and have blue eyes and like to wear shockingly skimpy clothing just to get boy's attention. I want to tell everyone right up front that I lost my virginity at my eighteenth birthday party. Yes, it...
The Deb Ball By Bronwen Welsh One thing you need to know about Australians - we never use a long word when it can be shortened. The 'deb' of the title means 'debutante'. I checked using Google and I think the term is understood by most readers, but for the record, it refers to the old custom in high society of young women of marriageable age making their debut in society and incidentally meeting eligible young bachelors. Originally the British debutantes were presented at court,...
Lexa grabbed the bed sheets with her clenched fists while she lay on her stomach. Her feet were on the floor and she was bent at the waist. Her body rubbed against the sheets, moving forward and back while Rob pounded into her pussy from behind. There was no talking, just the sound of the music in the other room and the noise of their bodies smacking together. Her eyes were closed, because she focused on the pleasure this gorgeous man bestowed upon her. She had cum many times in the last...
EroticShe Shall Go To The Ball------------------------I used to live by Acocks Green in Birmingham, and I used to get my hair cut opposite the Aldi at a place called Savva Savva. I mention this because a few readers know the area. I can't remember the name of the girl who used to cut my hair, but I used to do photography for her. No, not that sort, I mean portrait work of her and her chap and their k**s.I shall call her Tracy. I was single at the time and I was in for a haircut on a Saturday...
Once again I awoke after a night of being a total slut. Lisa lay facing me in the king sized bed we had now shared for two nights. She was so young, beautiful and so far from innocent! I began stroking her beautiful silky auburn hair. Making a soft mewing noise she cuddled up closer to me. I slowly began kissing her face starting at her forehead and then her eyes and on to her soft lips. Rubbing her firm back, she wriggled and her eyes fluttered and opened, revealing those emerald green...