The Maple Street Chowder and Interplanetary Rocket SocietyChapter 2
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Saturday, 8:12 A.M.
Mandy woke up to a very pleasant surprise the next morning. She moaned at the feel of Michael’s hard cock buried deep within her pussy and wiggled her hips when she saw the older man was still asleep. The thick cock instantly hardened when her tight lil’ pussy tightened around it, clamping down like a vice in an attempt to keep the monstrous member within its slippery walls.
“Oh, that feels good,” groaned Michael, his eyes opening when he felt the young girl begin to gyrate her hips against his own, “This is the best wake up call I’ve ever had.”
“Same here,” whispered the Mandy, gasping when she felt the thick cock inside of her twitch eagerly when she reached down and ran her fingers over her lover’s engorged balls, “And I think…mmmmhmmm…junior agrees.”
“Your pussy is the only place he wants to be,” growled Michael, deeply kissing her as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down even further on his cock, “And I do not plan to take him out unless I have to.”
The blonde teenager giggled and began to bounce up and down on her lover’s hard cock, her tits jiggling to the rhythm of Michael’s thrusts. She had never felt so eager to be fucked before and the mere thought of having her pussy filled with Michael’s cum for the umpteenth time made her hornier than ever.
“Fuck me, Michael!” moaned Mandy, riding the older man cowgirl style, “Fuck my pussy! Fuck it!”
Michael gave into his lover’s demands and picked up the pace, thrusting into her pink cunt with a swiftness that his own wife had never experienced. The sight of this young eighteen-year-old girl riding his cock was simply amazing. She was like a goddess with her slim legs on either side of his hips, her trim stomach glistening with sweat, her ample chest heaving with the moans that escaped her throat, her mouth open as cries of pleasure were spewing forth, and her blonde hair bouncing as she was thoroughly fucked.
Overall, this was a sight Michael would never grow tired of. Ever.
“Harder, Michael, harder!!” she screamed, desperately attempting to keep up with his fast thrusts, “Oh my God!! It’s so good!! So good!!”
The older man smirked and grabbed his lover’s hips, holding her in place as his own thrusts seemed to increase ten-fold. Mandy screamed at the top of her lungs, her whole body seizing up as Michael thrusted into her juicy pussy so fast that his cock was almost nothing more than a blur. In a desperate attempt to relieve the hot blur of pleasure that was coursing through her body, Mandy grabbed her tits and began to twist and pull at her taut nipples.
“Ahhhhh, don’t stop, don’t stop, mmmmhhhhmmmmm, oh my God, oh my God, it’s so good,” moaned Mandy, her hands roughly squeezing and twisting her nipples as the thrusts continued to increase, “More, more!! Faster, faster!! You’re so big!! And hard!!”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” ordered Michael as he slowed down for a short moment before ramming into her once again, “Tell me.”
“I want…mmmhhhmmm…you to….ahhhhhh…cum inside…ohhhh…my pussy,” gasped the young girl, leaning forward to allow the man to take a nipple into his mouth and happily suckle on it for a few moments, “Cum in…my pussy!!”
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, playfully biting her nipple as he prepared to unload into her waiting pussy. “Now scream for me.”
“Ahhhhhh!! I’m gonna cum!! I’m gonna cum!!!”
“Louder!! Tell me what you want!!”
“Give me….your cum!! Give it…to me!!”
“Who’s cum do you want!?!?”
Mandy was moaning so hard and loud that she could barely get her words out, and when she did try to talk, Michael would roughly French-kiss and shove his tongue down her throat. Not that she was complaining of course, but it just made getting her words out kind of difficult and she wanted to feel his cum inside her dripping cunt sooooooo badly.
“Yours, Michael!! Yours!! My pussy’s yours!!!”
Michael smirked and with one last violent thrust, he released his massive load
into the young girl’s welcoming womb. The blonde’s body immediately seized up
with a huge orgasm, the only thing keeping her from flying across the bed from
the force of the thrusts were her lover’s own hands around her hips. Mandy
gasped and moaned as she felt the thick cum coat her inner walls, filling her up
to fully capacity and flowing into her womb with every deep thrust. She soon
felt her thighs grow sticky as her cunt was forced to the point of overflowing,
streams of white juice escaping her pussy.
“That’s it!!” growled her lover, his cock continuing to spew cum into her cunt after a half-minute, “Take it all!! Take it!!”
Mandy continued to moan as he continued to cum, finally collapsing on top of him after one last thrust and spray of cum shot deep into her womb.
“That was amazing,” gasped Mandy after a few minutes, her eyes opening to see her lover calmly suckling on one of her nipples. “Lets do it again!”
Saturday, 8:53 A.M.
The two lovers had finally decided to have breakfast after a few more minutes of fucking. Michael had carried his young lover down to the kitchen, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist with his rock-hard dick buried deep within her cunt. The young girl had continued to buck her hips against his the entire way down, her loud moans drowning in his mouth as she eagerly kissed him.
“I’m so hungry,” moaned Mandy, her pussy tightening around his cock as they entered the kitchen and he set her down on the table, “I want your cum.”
“That’ll come,” said Michael as he detached himself from her and pulled out of her pussy with a reluctant pop, “Now lay down and spread those legs nice and wide.”
Mandy did as she was told, shivering with anticipation when she felt Michael give her pussy a parting kiss before he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a few items. The older man came back with a banana, a tube of whipped cream, and a container of bright red strawberries. His young lover licked her lips and simply spread her legs even wider, if that were possible.
“Now you just lay there and let me eat my breakfast,” said Michael, shaking the tube of whipped cream before beginning to spray it on her breasts and pussy, “I promise that you’ll enjoy this.”
Mandy merely moaned in reply, her back arching when she felt him slip one of the strawberries into her tight pussy. He then spread her ass cheeks and sprayed some cream in there as well.
“Delicious,” the older man murmured as he kissed her for a few moments before moving down to her cream-covered breasts. He licked and suckled them until they were cream-free, and then moved onto the main course. “What do you want me to do?”
“Eat me,” begged the young girl, her legs spread as wide as possible, her pussy in clear view with the strawberry buried in the center and surrounded by whipped cream, “I want you to eat me!!”
The fifty-eight year old man smirked and began to enjoy his breakfast, delving his tongue into the whipped cream and lapping it up as the young girl gasped in pleasure. He soon moved down to her ass, spreading the cheeks wide as he lapped up the sweet cream that he had earlier sprayed inside.
“More, please!!” screamed Mandy, “More!!”
Michael growled against her quivering pussy and took a bite out of the strawberry that was buried within the soft mound of pink flesh. He continued to take slow bites while leisurely licking around her entrance and inner walls. Once he had eaten that first berry, he reached for another one and easily pushed it into her pussy.
“Aaaahhhh!!” Mandy cried, her entire body quaking as an intense orgasm ripped through her petite frame. “Ooohhhh!!”
Her lover eagerly licked up the orgasmic juices that now covered the strawberry and took a large bite out of it. They continued this process for about ten more minutes, Michael eating nearly the whole container by the time they were done. At the end, he took the banana from a nearby counter and unpeeled it before slipping the yellow fruit into her juicy pussy.
“Mmmmhmmm,” moaned Mandy as she felt her lover take slow bites out of the banana, eagerly anticipating when his tongue would be buried within her again. “Ahhh!”
Michael smirked and finished eating the banana, thoroughly licking her nether lips clean as he moved upwards once again. His lover did not have enough time to even catch her breath before he was fucking her into oblivion. And it was with a pleasured scream that Mandy was filled with yet another load of his warm seed.
Saturday, 3:35 P.M.
The two lovers had fucked the entire morning. Nearly every flat surface upstairs had drops of cum littering it since the couple had seen fit to try every position they could think of. The wall, the tables, the bed, the desk, the countertops, the railing, the floor, the stairs, the bookcases, the filing cabinets, and even the rocking chair had been used to help the couple achieve orgasm. Mandy really hoped that the pill was as effective as all those doctors said it was, because if it was not then it would be a miracle if she came away from this weekend without getting pregnant.
Michael had finally decided that it would probably be best if the two took a bath or a shower before a couple of his friends came over. He had informed Mandy as he and her were fucking against the hallway table that he had told four of his friends to come over and meet her later that evening. The young girl had seemed nervous at first until he had informed her that these were all older, experienced men who would be able to fuck her better than any young man her age.
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WEEKEND SISTERS BY JANICE My name is Howard, I have a twin, brother named Dexter, we are fifteen and have a sister, seventeen. Her name is Corrine. One weekend our parents wanted to take a weekend skiing trip, away from us kids. As luck would have it. It was also the weekend Corrine wanted to go away with some of her girl friends. Both plans had been made several weeks in advance but as always happens, no one...
“Has Max been in yet tonight?” I had had to build up the courage, with my second drink, on the stool at the Sling Bar, a gay nightclub on Vienna’s Margaretenstrasse, southwest of the ring road around the old city, before I could ask the barman. It was a gay bar. It wasn’t just that I was asking for one of the male prostitutes who frequently picked up men in this bar that I was hesitant. It was because Max was fourteen, one of the street urchins of Vienna who maintained his existence by selling...
Weekend of SubmissionSix weeks had passed, since my 1st encounter with Camille (Cami) and her roommates in my ?Lesbians and Unicorns? story. Cami had me tied naked and spread on her bed. Time after time, Cami mercilessly teased and tormented my pussy, with her tongue, bringing me higher and closer to my 1st orgasm that I so desperately needed. But each time, she would stop just before I could have my release. Shortly after Cami began her 5th diabolical assault on my wanting clit, I became...
Gina was always in the background of my summers, although back then she was so small that I thought of her as a little kid, if I thought about her at all.Small in size, not spirit. In some ways, Gina was always larger than life. Take gymnastics. Lots of petite girls dream of being a gymnast. Well, Gina is a gymnast. The serious kind with her own coach and a grueling summer-training schedule that lasts until mid-afternoon six days a week.Maybe it’s all those vaults, Yurchenkos, and handsprings,...
ExhibitionismHey there everyone, I know it's been a while since we last posted. A few weeks ago we had an engagement party in the city. We usually park at a station and catch a train into the city to avoid driving in all the traffic. I wore a red crop top and tight black skirt (no panties). As we were seeing James's family, I wore a bra (as those that have read our stories, I rarely wear a bra). As most of you know, when I drink, I get very horny. I'm also a light weight so get tipsy very quickly. After...
ExhibitionismThe man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...
Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...
So there I was standing on a street corner dressed in a tight red pvc dress, high heals and my best wig, surrounded by scantily clan females looking for there next John. I walked up and down looking for the car I was waiting for, a few guys looking at me as I waited... Several hours before. There I was sat in my office wearing my stockings and cock cage under my smart business suit finalising the latest big money deal for the company. Nobody having any clue my cock was bulging at my cage...