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I found this picture of Kate the other day in a box of stuff I kept from college out East. Haven't seen her in years. I remember that time, though. We were on a flight from one of the islands off Key West. She'd been drinking a little too much...with the fruity native drinks she liked. That tongue...that beautiful fucking tongue of hers...I've had it in my mouth...wrapped around the head of my prick...she was so damned pretty. She came from a rich family in the Midwest. Half Persian, half European. I was the luckiest fucker in the world, for a while. She was a helluva risk-taker for someone in her late teens. She sucked my cock off four times in that airplane...there was just she and I on board, with only the pilot separated by a shower curtain from the cockpit. I remember her pretty lips running up and down the sides of my dick, and her tongue tickling at the prick hole. I held the sides of her head tightly when I came the first time...a jerking, spasmodic lurch of my entire body as the unfathomable release ejected from my shaft and into her gorgeous, coed mouth. So much fucking semen...I jerked and jerked for three minutes after I came.
"Swallow it." I commanded. Her pretty head bucked as she tried to gulp down the load, but I watched, my heart beating out of my chest, as most of it dribbled past her lips and onto the airplane surface. She licked my cock from head to shaft, then leaned back and pulled off her lavender tank top. Underneath she wore a small white bra, covering her modest but sweetly sufficient breasts. I was amazed, but my cock was still hard. She smiled and giggled as I fumbled with the bra, finally pulling it off from the back to reveal her beautiful, olive-tinged tits...her nipples were a surprising off-pink. I expected darker ones, given her Persian heritage. I wasted no time, bucking forward, taking an entire nipple in my mouth, greedily suckling one breast while I massaged the other. I pulled my head up to hers, nuzzling my nose against hers and giving her sweet lips a peck of a kiss. She smiled.
"I want to be in your gorgeous mouth again. God, you're so fucking beautiful..." The words slipped out, but we were past the point of restraint. I slipped my fingers down the sides of her cute college body, down, down...until they found their way to her white and red shorts. "I want to see you totally naked," I said, abandoning the last of my fears. "I want to do it inside your mouth again. Then, I promise you, I'll eat your pussy in a way you'll never forget." She playfully rolled her eyes, saying "I love a man who reads Playboy." Kate stood up, moving my hands away, then pulling the white shorts she wore down to her shoes, stepping out of them one foot at a time. giving me a teasing view of her perfect, Persian ass behind powder blue panties. I stood up in front of this goddess, my still-hard cock grazing the edges of her panties as I looped a finger around them. She removed my shirt and dutifully I removed her underwear...pulling the panties down along her flawless fucking skin. She stepped out of her panties and was immediately greeted with my hands grabbing each cheek of her lovely, coed ass. I pulled her to me, face to face. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I said, as I pushed my mouth against hers, shoving my tongue inside her mouth, wrapping it around that sweet, Iranian tongue of hers. So what if she just sucked me off? I said to myself. It was MY cock...not someone else's. Besides....I was lost in the moment. My balls were aching, begging for more release. I wanted every hole she had...over and over again. But at that very moment, I wanted her mouth at least one more time. "Suck my cock again, Kate. God. you're so fucking pretty. I want to feel my sperm shoot down your gorgeous throat, and then, I swear, I'll devour your beautiful cunt." I felt myself pushing down on her shoulders, guiding her onto her knees, getting my erect penis into position in front of her pretty fucking face.

Her hands ran the course of my thighs and ass, as I held her beautiful face, and moved my prick against her parting lips. My fists grasped handfuls of her
beautiful brown hair as the head of my cock penetrated her wet, wonderful mouth. I felt again the surge of blood in my head and racing into the chambers of my eager, young cock. I felt the heaven touch of the inside of her painted pink lips, still...holding handfuls of her perfect hair, I thrust my eager prick inside her sweet mouth. Her tongue left the tip and the hole of my penis, and I felt it as it caressed down the side length of my shaft. I plunged my cock in and out of Kate's blessed mouth, my body jerking, awaiting the cum. With each push into her mouth, I drove my prick deeper and deeper, testing her ability to deepthroat. She was no expert, as she partly pushed me back when I went too deeply into her perfect, Persian throat. I never wondered how many guys she'd sucked...it was my turn now, and she was doing marvelously. So fucking pretty....so fucking sweet and petite. All I wanted at that moment was the gift from her mouth: that pretty tongue, that goddess's face, those pink perfect lips...and what I wanted most was for Kate to swallow every drop of my semen.
"Goddamn your so fuckin' pretty....so fucking gorgeous...suck it, Kate. I love you. I want your throat so fucking bad..." I groaned the words more than spoke them. My stomach was strained, my heart pounding in rhythm to her gags. It was time. I held her sweet head and looked down into her tear-stained brown eyes. I thrusted my cock into her throat as far as I thought she could stand. Kate muffled a grunting sound, her hands kneading my ass. I held her in place. Then a second...then ecstasy. My body jerked, buckling my knees, as I held onto Kate's beautiful head. My cum exploded in a first eruption, exploding into the back of her throat. She gargled and gagged, but held on. I continued to ball her curled, pretty hair in my fists as I jerked again...a second semen shot found the inside of her mouth as she managed to pull my prick part way from the deeper part of her maw. I fought to keep my balance as my wet, spent penis continued to spasm and convulse...shooting ever smaller and smaller amounts of semen onto Kate's beautiful face and tongue...until my cock jerked without ejaculating. I breathed heavily and sweat ran down my face in rivers, as my now limp penis laid against Kate's beautiful face.

At once, my strength returned. I remembered my promise to Kate. I lifted her
up, carrying her gorgeous, petite college body over to a row of airplane seats. I laid her sweet, naked body down, looking with unbounded lust at her perfectly-trimmed line of pubic hair. I got on top of her in a 69. Kate seemed surprised. "What's this?" she surprisingly asked. I responded, "You've never heard of a 69?" I thought it was ironic and funny. I gently rested my body on top of hers, positioning my cock in front of her lips as I spread her legs. I beheld a princess's pussy: a small, teardrop cunt surrounded by a flowery mass of off-tanned labia. Around Kate's vagina was a darker tan color encompassing both her cunt and her pussy lips. It was pure, perfect fucking creation. Without stopping, I kissed and ran my tongue along her beautiful tanned, Persian thighs. I thrust my tongue directly into her sweet cunt, rimming its inside like
a bowl full of cake batter. So sweet...so feminine musky...I felt my limp penis begin to get hard inside her mouth again. With a little effort, I found her clittoris at the top of her pussy. I ran my mouth and tongue over it and the whole area. I drank up her juices as I used my hips to push my now newly hard prick deeper into Kate's heavenly mouth. I fucked her cunt vigorously with my tongue, in and out...in and out again. She sucked and licked on my cock as I entered in and out of her mouth using my hips. My hands left her perfect ass and found themselves once again on the back of her head, fucking her pussy with my mouth as I pushed my prick deeper into hers. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe I was fucking this beautiful girl's mouth a THIRD time...let alone the first. We had only been dating for a month. Lots of kissing and caressing. I sucked her breasts, and she jacked off my cock. But we had never gone this far. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her beautiful ass. But at this moment, I wanted her to take my cock and sperm a third time in her mouth. I positioned my body on top of her so that my prick could find her throat. It was then that I noticed it.

The pilot's shower curtain was partly opened. Enough so, that I could see him watching us in a reflection off the metal above the instrument panel. I kept quiet. If Kate found out, it would be over. So I let him watch. careful to keep Kate aligned in such a way as to not be able to see the front of the airplane. The pilot continued to watch, as I continued to lap and suck Kate's beautiful cunt. He watched as I moved my ass over Kate's head and shoved my prick deeper into her throat. He watched when I came a third time, letting out a groan of unparalleled pleasure. That time...the third time, Kate swallowed the entire cum load....every drop of my white, warm ejaculate finally found its way into her waiting stomach. I pulled out of Kate's mouth...standing up, preparing to fuck her sweet, Persian pussy. I blocked her view of the cockpit with my body, and I began to masturbate as I looked down at her cum-covered lips, her sweat-filled face, and her pretty spread legs...short, tanned legs that had just been wrapped around my head. The pilot watched me jerk off, staring at naked Kate. He watched me get on top of her, using my right hand to guide my half-erect penis into her waiting snatch. I pushed into her. So fucking tight. So warm and moist. Kate's vagina gripped my cock like a winter glove. I pushed inside of her, watching her grimace a little in pain. God she felt incredible. I kissed her beautiful mouth. I sucked her perfect little breasts. I ran my tongue all over her tasty, Persian torso as my prick thrust in and out of her sweet cunt. And all the while the pilot watched. I snuck a peek at his reflection just as Kate was beginning to orgasm. His reflection was shaking. I knew he was beating his cock off, watching this lovely young Persian princess getting her mouth and pussy fucked by me. In and out and faster now, my cock pushing against the sides of her pussy as I thrust it into Kate deeper...listening greedily and sinfully
at her groans and shrieks of pleasure. I was ready to cum. The pilot's reflection was shaking more vigorously now. My mouth found hers, and I wrapped my tongue around Kate's. I shoved my cock in and out of Kate's cunt as the pilot jerked his prick faster and harder.
"Don't cum inside me," Kate pleaded. "I don't want to get pregnant yet. Please pull it out before you cum..." I sucked her tits and her tongue furiously now, ignoring her pleas...fucking her vagina like a piston in and out, in and out. "Don't cum in me, dammit!" she ordered. Mercifully, I pulled my cock out of Kate's cunt. "If you won't take it inside you, you're taking it on your face," I insisted. I reached down and pulled her up by her shoulders. I jerked my cock against her beautiful face. The pilot's reflection continued to shake. "Open your fucking mouth" I commanded. Mostly out of gratitude for not cumming inside of her, Kate complied, and I grunted and shook as a stream of my hot semen shot into her mouth and on her lips and chin. I held her in place, as a second shot pulled all that was left out of my testes, landing like a water gun on her left cheek, nose and left eye. I rubbed the head of my cock over her wet, salty lips, breathing hard and heavy. The pilot's shaking reflection stopped then, preceded by a muffled groan of pleasure that I'm fortunate Kate did not hear.

EPILOGUE: Kate and I dated for a year after that...sucking and fucking less and less as time went on. I never got to fuck her wonderful ass. She graduated from college and went East to attend graduate school. She lives back in her home town I'm told, working as a physical ther****t. But seeing that picture reminded me how great that plane trip was...and how turned on I get when someone watches me fuck a beautiful girl. Thank you, Kate N. For the best oral experience I've ever had. I'll always remember you.

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To anyone I have ever told this story to I call him the L'phant Man and not because of a deformed face but because his cock looks like an L'phant's trunk that's what I called them before I learned how to say the word and it was the scariest looking cock I had ever seen even in photo's or video's I had never seen a cock like this one! And I thought as he climbed behind me with it “This is going to HURT!” So let me begin my story...It was a Friday night and I was bored I had no date there...

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Remembering Part 3

REMEMBERING, PART 3 Jordan Kassapedis had a lot of things going for her. She was tall and athletic, with a natural talent for just about any form of sport. Her iron powers of self-control when it came to diet and her love of exercise and gym work had kept her in fabulous shape, and she never seemed to fall ill. She was good-looking in a determinedly boyish sort of way, warm and funny to those who knew her, and if not academically inclined, then generally clever in a practical sense....

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Remember The Magic

Let me introduce myself, my name is Amanda, I’m eighteen years old, and still live at home with my mother and younger brother Bryan who is seven. This is a story of how Christmas took on a whole new meaning for me. Our Christmas tree was lopsided, with a few bald spots, and even looked more pathetic with the few presents under it. However, it was all my mother could afford. Ever since the divorced she barely enough money to pay bills, let alone buy presents. You see, my dad is a penny...

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Remember That Night

Introduction: This is a story, with a little bit of sex in it, so if youre after a bonk-fest look elsewhere. I hope that you enjoy it though, should you bother to read it. Remember That Night&hellip,&hellip,. I remember that night, the first time I met him. The older lady said. The younger woman sitting alongside cocked her head to one side, and listened intently. I had taken a sabbatical from my university studies, and gone travelling. She continued Unheard of at the time, but the idea of a...

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Remember Our First Valentines Day

This material is meant for readers of 18 yrs old or older. If you are not 18 please leave now. This story is fictional. Please send me any feed back you may have. To the love of my life, I still remember the first Valentine’s Day we were together. We had met the previous May and been married in November so this was the first time we had been together on Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s fell on a Friday and I told you I had to work when in reality I took the day off to watch you. I had spent...

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Remember When Ch 01

The holidays are always chaotic and sometimes even a disaster. Lots of cooking, family gatherings and always a new child screaming about playing tag with all the other rug rats. Red wine stains on the white carpet, and uncles who couldn’t maintain their liqueur intake. Usually passing out in the most inconvenient places, like the only bathroom or a nosedive onto the dining room table. Not this year. This year was a time for a relaxing vacation on the southern East Coast. As the plane lifted...

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remember

A Weekend to remember. Part 1 My first attempt at writing anything so be kind. All constructive thoughts welcome. It is a true story, however I have changed the names. Rusty was glad it was Friday because he had the weekend off. He headed out the main gate of the Naval Air Station, turned left and walked 200 yards to the small covered city bus stop. Rusty would make the city bus to San Francisco. This had been his routine for the past fourteen months when he had the weekend off. This weekend...

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Remember when we used AOL to hook up

I have been dating or married to the same woman for over 12 years now. So my single days were quite a ways away at this point. Therefore, much of my sex and hook-up stories resulted from the use of AOL chat rooms. For nostalgia sake, I'd like to take you back to 1998 and recount a pretty interesting and amusing story.As some of you may remember, on AOL you could scan member's profiles for people near you. As would most, I would customarily have three or four chat boxes going with three or four...

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Remembering Charlie with Nelson and Caroline Chap

Remembering Charlie with Nelson and Caroline (3rd chapter Charlie series).Nelson and I had a long rest, a unique and so satisfying experience it was, I think for both of us! In the morning, I ordered breakfast and had a quick shower. Refreshed, I wore the white robe the hotel provided. It wasn’t long a knock on the door announced breakfast and I opened the door. What a surprise! No one other than Caroline wheeled in our breakfast, she looked super hot in her smart black and tight uniform. I...

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Remember Me Part 2

This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me? - Part 1”In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other memories...

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Remember Me

I wish to thank my evil twin vella for taking the time to edit for me. This is my first try at Romance, be gentle with me. * It was another rainy day, the third one in a row to be exact. I decided to brave the downpour and go to the little coffee shop next door for my daily dose of courage. On my way back to the gallery a young man who decided to do an impromptu dance sidetracked me. He was singing while he swayed from side to side and then hopped over a fire hydrant. His female companion...

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Remember

Am I remembering? Or is it something from a lifetime ago? Before we were we, when you were you and I was me. It was a crazy time. The streets were burning, and I was there. Did I know you then? No, I don't think so. I would remember. I knew you were near, though. I could feel you. I know that now. All I knew then was that there was ... something ... incomplete ... about the way I was living. And behaving. My parents would never have understood. Or even recognized me. During that...

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Remembering Eighteen

Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I’m just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn’t just being thirty. Maybe it’s the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain’t where I thought I’d be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live in the suburbs like Missy probably is now, but it’d be nice to have the option, you know? And I don’t. I can’t afford that bedroom...

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Remembering Johnny

I haven’t seen Johnny Marquart in at least 30 years and probably closer to 35. I was six when I first moved into the housing project. Johnny and Bobby lived across the street on the circle with their mother Pearl, there little brother Bunker, and their sisters Cathy and Flossie and little sister Maryanne. I don’t remember the first time I met them. I believe Johnny was a little older than me, he was kinda the leader in the little group of friends I hung around then. I remember he had blond...

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Remember That Night

“I remember that night, the first time I met him.” The older lady said. The younger woman sitting alongside cocked her head to one side, and listened intently. “I had taken a sabbatical from my university studies, and gone travelling.” She continued “Unheard of at the time, but the idea of a ‘gap year’ is quite common, now, of course.” The young woman nodded in encouragement, but did not speak, she simply continued to listen. “I’d wound up on Skiathos, in the Mediterranean Sea” the old...

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Remember Me Part 2

This story continues directly on from my previous story, “Remember Me? – Part 1” In the morning, I woke up from a deep sleep, where I had been dreaming, with crystal clarity and amazing detail, about my high school days. I was lying on my right side, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at an unfamiliar window. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, but then I remembered. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other...

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Remembering the First a Second Time

It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the...

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Remembering My Senior Prom

— My senior prom is memorable in lots of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob. I'd rented a limo and got a room at the Hilton for our after party. I had some money for this as I'd been doing a little work for local businesses. Installing accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech support once I'd installed the system. So I could afford to turn up to Jasmine's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the door, "Good evening Mr...

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Remembering Becky Ch 05

Thank you for hanging in there so far and especially for the wonderful support and encouragement shown me by so many, both public and private. * A picnic? Well, I wasn’t planning on anything like that yesterday when this grand adventure started. Then again, there wasn’t a whole lot that had occurred that WAS expected. Dreams and expectations are two totally different things. So as Becky turned on the shower, I briefly thought about what we could bring on this picnic. Seconds later, when I...

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Remembering Becky Ch 08

Thanks for following along so far. This chapter deals with a part of Becky and David’s relationship which has struck a definite chord with a great number of readers, judging by the incredible number of anonymous comments I have gotten. Thanks for them all, and there’s no real need to be shy about what you like either. We’re all friends here. As the story nears its conclusion, Becky and David keep rolling merrily along… * The months flew past, and summer soon turned to fall, which became...

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Remembering Becky Ch 06

Thank you so much for continuing with me and for your support and encouragement. * That was how we began, and we became a couple after that weekend… sort of. As Becky had warned me, there was only so much of her to go around. Although her oldest was off at college, Kelly was graduating high school and shopping around for a college of her own. Then there was this Jerry, whoever the hell he was. How did he feel about this arrangement? Who knows? Probably not over-enthused, I would imagine,...

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Remember To Scream

Roland Bell concluded that Las Vegas had advantages as a place for 850 neurologists to discuss pain, advantages beyond having more hotel rooms than any other city in America. For those devoting their careers to investigating pain and confronting its harrowing extremes, chronic urgency was an occupational hazard. By its nature, however, urgency could not be permanent, it was by definition an acceleration of life’s norm. Still, raked by the cries, moans, screams—and the shattering pleas for...

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Remember When Ch 08

Edited by luvtaread * ‘Not long after the snowy weekend Katy got the good news that she was pregnant, but it was a few more months before Ashley was ready. So as the school year was wrapping up I arrived home to a strange sight…’ Brandon had no sooner entered his home than Katy rushed up to him and said, ‘Hurry doctor it’s the patient upstairs she’s critical.’ Katy was wearing her sexy nurse outfit that told him some sort of game was going on and if he was right it was one of his...

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