Pans Pleasures
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For my thirtieth birthday, I give myself a week at Club Med. Work is going great. Youngest partner in the firm, and all that. Personal life? Not so much. Samantha left with my best friend a while ago.
The airport lounge is filled with respectful college students sprawled across two, sometimes three, chairs. Good work, Einstein! You picked Spring Break Week. Well, think of all the lovely eye candy at the nude beach. Now, if only one of these hot girls has the seat next to me.
But it’s a seven-year-old kid in a Yankees cap who vaults over my legs and into the seat. Moments later, a pretty girl in skinny jeans, braless breasts, and a magnificently flat stomach, curls into the seat across the aisle. So near. Yet so far. Anyway, I'd spend four hours intently memorizing her life story, and she won’t even remember my name. Been there too.
Turning to the little Yankee fan, I ask if he’s ever seen Arron Judge hit a home run. That starts an animated conversation that goes nonstop until the stewardess puts Mac and Cheese on his seat-back table. Occasionally, I make eye contact with Johnny’s Mom, who never stops smiling at me.
“How’d you do that?” she asks quietly, leaning over Johnny, who has fallen asleep with half a slice of carrot cake still on his plate. “He’s so angry at me for taking him away from his friends, I haven’t heard more than five words all week.”
Her name is Gina. A single mom, obviously. Somewhere in her late thirties. Violet eyes the color of summer Lilacs and the kind of sexy-but-vulnerable smile that makes you want to do anything to help her out. “Just talk baseball with him,” I tell her. “Johnny knows more about the Yanks than most sportswriters.”
Her crestfallen look says my idea isn’t exactly music to her ears. Before I can consider the implications for my vacation, I blurt, “It’s not that hard. I can teach you.”
“Oh, god yes. That would be amazing,” she says reaching over Bobby and slipping her soft, warm fingers into my hand. “How long will it take?” Her voice is an expressive contralto that’s as sexy as a slippery, wet thong. From the tip of a tongue that peeks between cherry-red lips to the to an inner glow that you just can’t get from makeup, Gina exudes a quiet promise of good things yet to come.
“A couple hours a day. Plus homework, of course. You’ll need to start reading the sports pages in the Post and Daily News, along with the Bleacher Report and Baseball Reference,” I tell her, gazing at her faded cut-off jeans and wondering, and I mean literally, what it would be like to get into Gina’s pants. Would her panties be moist and warm? Is she shaved, or does it match the pale gold color of her hair? Will she whimper as my fingers explore deep inside her?
“I can handle that,” she says, her smile dripping in innuendo. Or is it just me? Anyway, can’t help myself. I imagine Gina throwing a blanket over my lap and unzipping me on the spot. From the knowing glint in her eye, I can swear Gina is thinking it too. “How can I possibly repay you?” she asks in a tone so sublimely sexy that my cock twitches in response.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” I tell her, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m sure we will,” she replies, gently massaging my hand with her warm fingertips. “So let’s get started,” she smiles. “Who the hell is Aaron Judge?”
Gina is a clean slate. A baseball virgin. She thinks Babe Ruth is a candy bar, Mickey Mantle was an old steakhouse on Central Park South, and Joe DiMaggio is someone from a Paul Simon lyric. But she’s quick. By the time we touch down in Martinique, she knows the dimensions of a baseball diamond and has memorized all nine positions, plus the designated batter, as well as the skill sets that, say, separate a first baseman from a shortstop.
We get separated at Customs, and when a G.O. directs me to a shuttle bus, Gina and Johnny are not there. The G.O.s, by the way, are Club Med’s activity organizers. Camp councilors for adults. Their job? Pretty much whatever it takes to make the campers happy. Mostly, they are young, friendly, attractive, multi-lingual, and come from all over the world. The rest of us are the G.M.s, or gentile members. Talk about double entendres. G.M.s come in all ages, shapes and sizes. Some are very full of themselves. Others insecure. Very few are prudes.
On the shuttle bus, I find myself next to Wendy, a nubile little freshman from Boston University. All of five-feet tall. Maybe. What’s the cliche? She could make a dead man cum. Wendy reminds me why I paid an extra $2,000 for a single bungalow.
I ask the usual stupid questions. How do you like Boston? What are you studying? Favorite band? After that last one, she stops me in my tracks with a question of her own.“Will you take me to dinner tonight?” she asks, inflating my ego, before she brings it crashing down. “Those guys won’t stop hitting on me,” she says glancing at a bunch of jocks in Hofstra Football sweatshirts. “If they think I’m with my Daddy, they’ll leave me alone.”
Technically, I really couldn’t be her Daddy. But there’s something about the needy way the word “Daddy” rolls off her tongue that says this about a whole lot more than fending off horn toads. Anyway, how cool would it be to walk the gauntlet of Tiki torches, Djembe drummers and blissed out G.O.s with a hot eighteen-year-old on my arm?
“No problem,” I say magnanimously.
“That’s so sweet,” she replies, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek. A moment later my phone chirps. Contact info received. AirDrop is such a wonderful thing.
When the bus arrives, we’re greeted by smiling G.O.s offering white wine and cocktails. Several of the hot female G.O.s, including the acrobatics instructor and the head of the sailing program, give me long appraising looks, followed by friendly smiles. I know it’s their job to flirt. But I attribute it to my good looks. Or maybe just my seasoned age. I see a couple dozen families, and perhaps two hundred college students, but not many single guys in my age bracket.
Two hours later, I knock on Wendy’s door. “It’s open,” someone calls. At first, all I see is a girl wearing gym shorts, a BU T-shirt, and a computer headset. Then Wendy steps out of the bathroom. She is topless, and nearly bottomless. Only a tiny yellow thong covers her obviously shaved pubes.
‘Laurie, meet Jason,” Wendy says. I grin at Laurie, who looks up from her computer long enough to give me a cool nod.
“Laura’s boyfriend is back in Boston, the two of them are spending the weekend jerking off online,” Wendy says in a matter-of-fact tone.
Laurie blushes, but doesn’t deny it.
Meanwhile, Wendy’s cone-shaped breasts with their hard, pink nipples have my undivided attention. It’s all I can do to keep my tongue where it belongs. She holds up a hibiscus-print pareo. Originally from French Tahiti, the pareo is a rectangular piece of fabric that can be worn as a skirt, or like a full-length sarong. It looks as good on buff guys as it does on hot girls. The ease with which it can be put on and removed, makes it the closest thing Club Med has to an official uniform. Although, it does take a little practice the first couple of times you wear it.
“Want help with that?” I ask.
“Oh, would you?” Wendy grins sheepishly. “I’ve never worn one of these before.”
I wrap the pareo around her and tie it off with a square knot over her right shoulder. Wendy’s nips poke through the thin cotton. This time I really can’t help myself. I reach up with both hands and roll her pouty little nipples gently between my thumbs and forefingers. I’m prepared for the worst, like a knee to the groin. But Wendy’s eyes flutter closed, she sucks in a deep breath and moans softly.
My fingers spread out, cupping her entire breasts while I pinch those hard little nips. The moan grows deeper and more satisfied. “Oh, Daddy, yes!” she whispers in my ear.
“Don’t get her started,” Laurie says sharply. “I’m the one who needs some privacy to rub one out with my sweetie, remember?”
Gradually, Wendy’s eyes open, and they are aglow with lust. “OK, babe, we’re outta here,” she tells Laurie. “Save a little good lovin’ for me.”
“For you, always,” Laurie promises as I open the door for Wendy.
“Is Laurie your roommate at BU, too?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Wendy answers with a naughty grin. “Roommates with benefits.”
The night is warm and sultry and Wendy holds my arm and snuggles against my shoulder. The procession into the dining room moves between two torch-lit lines of G.O.s. All of them toned and tan. Most of the women wear pareos with little, if anything, under them.
We find some of Wendy’s BU buddies at a large table, and are working on our third pitcher of house wine when Johnny and Gina appear. With her trim figure, fresh makeup and gold hair in a long French braid, Gina is stunning. I introduce them to Wendy and her friends and we make room at the table. Johnny launches into a conversation about the Yanks latest pre-season trade. I could be wrong, but every time I glance over at Wendy and Gina, I could swear they’re flirting. Meanwhile, young Johnny rattles on about baseball, completely unaware of what a hottie he has for a mommy.
Wendy invites Gina and Johnny to join us for the variety show. It’s a chance to see another side of the G.O.s, who have put together a comic circus with jugglers, trapeze artists, fire-eaters and even a sword swallower. It ends in a standing ovation. Gina clearly wants to continue on to the night club with us, but she hasn’t arranged for anyone to watch Johnny, so we part ways outside the stage. I promise to find her at breakfast to continue the baseball-speak tutorial.
There’s a Reggae band, a good one, on the rambling veranda overlooking the beach. By midnight it is crowded and rowdy. The drinking age is sixteen, and the bartenders are generous.
To my surprise, Wendy never strays off, despite all the young hunks giving her the eye. Is she gay? Somehow that doesn’t compute. Not exclusively, anyway. Not with the yearning I sense pouring off of her. A needfulness that’s not at all about the soft caring and compassion of another girl. When we’re exhausted from dancing, we find a wicker loveseat. Maybe it’s all the Pina Coladas, but within minutes we’re making out. Innocently at first, but when I repeat my earlier nipple and breast manipulation, Wendy moans with enough volume to get the attention of some other couples sitting nearby.
“Let’s find someplace more private,” she whispers, and we wander hand-in-hand down the beach and into a stand of tall coconut palms. Under the canopy of palm leaves, I hear a distant whimpering. Like a child crying. Or a woman having sex. Wendy hears it too, and seems eager to discover the source. The deeper into the coconut grove we walk, the louder it becomes. Soon there’s no doubt that it’s from a girl who is very much enjoying herself. From her own labored breathing and the way Wendy clutches my arm, I can tell we’re both getting very aroused by this accidental act of voyeurism.
Well, perhaps not entirely accidental.
We find them in a little clearing near the center of the grove. She is visible only in silhouette, although clearly naked and riding her guy cowgirl style. Her breasts bounce and her long hair sways back and forth as she arches her back and grinds her hips. Her breath catches in her throat in a series of whimpers that are close to merging into one long, satisfied moan.
“Let’s watch,” Wendy whispers with a nervous giggle as she pulls me behind a palm trunk. I wrap her in my arms, and we lean out far enough to see without being easily seen. There’s just enough moonlight in the grove that as our eyes adjust, I can make out a few more details. Full, pale breasts with an obvious bikini tan line. Flat stomach, narrow waist, and curvaceous hips and ass. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, although it’s hard to tell with her eyes closed and face contorted in beautiful agony.
I feel a momentary flash of guilt for invading her privacy. But it’s nothing compared to the bulge expanding between my legs. My arms are already wrapped around Wendy, making it easy to squeeze her naked breasts through the thin cotton of her pareo. She nestles her head into my shoulder and tries to stifle her own moans.
As the girl in the clearing grinds her boyfriend with increasing urgency, I press my cock against Wendy’s tight ass. She responds by thrusting herself into me, and soon we are doing some serious grinding of our own. I slide my right hand across her stomach and down her abs. But when I slip my fingers into her thong, I’m in for a surprise. There’s already a hand there, one that is intently rubbing Wendy’s clit.
She looks over her shoulder at me at the same time she grinds her ass against my cock. “Let’s do ourselves,” she whispers. “Tell me when you’re close.”
This isn’t exactly what I had in mind. But what the hell. Wendy helps me out by unsnapping and quietly unzipping my shorts. I push them down my legs, along with my briefs. She holds my cock briefly, as if taking its measure, and gives me a smile that suggests this is just her idea of an hors d’oeuvre. Then Wendy withdraws her fingers, and I replace them with my own.
The couple in the clearing are nearing climax. The girl leans over her boyfriend and they look into each other’s eyes as her moans turn to a loud wail. He replies with a long grunt as their hips freeze in place and she lowers her head onto his chest. For a long time, she caresses his face and murmurs in his ear.
With the show over, I focus on Wendy, who slowly opens her pareo for me, revealing her glorious breasts and busy right-hand thrust deep inside her yellow thong. I can’t restrain myself, and before I even realize what I doing, I reach between Wendy’s legs and twist her swollen pussy lips between my fingers.
“Oh!” she exclaims. “Oh, Daddy. Fuck, yeah!”
“Daddy?” the girl’s voice asks in heavily French-accented English.
“Not her real Daddy,” I say defensively. The couple in the clearing are now sitting straight-backed with crossed legs and watching Wendy and I intently.
“Please, keep going,” says the girl. I look at Wendy, who shrugs her shoulders almost imperceptibly, then unties her pareo completely and lets it fall to the sand. Fair’s fair. We did just watch them, after all. Feeling a little foolish being naked from just the waist down, I pull my shirt over my head, then look at Wendy, who smiles sweetly as I resume stroking my cock.
I hear my heart pounding and feel the hair standing up on the back of my neck. My body is suddenly on fire, despite the cool night breeze. I feel everyone — Wendy, the French girl, even the guy — watching the way my fingers glide up and down my twitchy cock. While my fist makes only the faintest of dry chaffing sound, Wendy’s vigorous fingering produces a symphony of juicy swishes, squishes, and pops. When I hear these in stereo, my eyes open to find the French girl has also buried her fingers between her legs.
Having caught my eye, she gestures for us to come closer. We cross the clearing and stop about three feet away. Again, she waves us closer and closer, until my cock is within inches of her beautiful face. She tosses her long hair back and looks up at me. Her eyelids are heavy with arousal. For the first time, I can see into her dark eyes. Darker than coffee. Darker than night. Empty spheres from which nothing escapes, not even light. Eyes that can pull you in and change your destiny in a heartbeat. I avert my gaze, and try to warn Wendy. But It’s too late. Wendy is already captured in their orbit, bound by a force greater than gravity.
Without taking her eyes off Wendy, the French girl parts her lips and her tongue reaches out for me, beckoning, calling. Part of me wants to turn and run and forever forget this moment. But it’s too late. The first shot of cum sails across her parted lips and she sucks it neatly into her mouth. The second falls lower, splashing across her tits. The rest goes even lower, covering her forearms and the back of the hands that work feverishly on her pussy.
Moments later, an orgasm takes Wendy. Her toes curl, her back arches and wave after wave of muscle contractions shudder through her tiny frame as she emits an almost cat-like wail in the night. Wendy sinks to her knees in the sand as if in supplication to this strange lust goddess.
Wendy and I clutch each other, trying to call ourselves back to reality. “What just happened?” she asks, her eyes wide with disbelief.
I glance over my shoulder, but the French girl is gone, although the distinctive fragrance of her sex lingers, along with two sets of footprints heading west, toward the beach. I now see that they were sitting on two fallen palm trunks that are crisscrossed and facing the open clearing, creating a natural amphitheater.
Then I notice something else, partially buried under the sand and trapped by one of the fallen trees. It takes a few minutes and a little effort to pull it free. But I’m rewarded with an old wool lap blanket. It’s seen better days, but as I shake off the sand, even in the dim moonlight I can see a distinctive Greek meander border enclosing an embroidered image of the Greek god Pan. More like an antique than something you’d find in a souvenir shop. Thinking it might be valuable, I fold it carefully before recovering my clothes, and helping Wendy retie her pareo. She trembles with almost orgasmic intensity every time my fingers graze her skin.
“Holy, shit!” she exclaims, as if coming out of a trance. “I came so hard I blacked out. Is that what happened?”
“Pretty much,” I say.
“Wasn’t there someone else? Someone watching.”
“Yes. A French girl and her boyfriend. They took off toward the beach when you passed out. Quite rude of them. These are their tracks,” I explain, pointing to the footprints in the sand.”
“A beautiful girl. I remember a beautiful girl with dark eyes. So dark...”
“Maybe we can catch up with them,” I suggest, taking Wendy’s hand and following the tracks through the forest of coconut trees until we emerge onto the beach. The tracks lead across the white strand and down to the water’s edge. The French girl and her friend must have followed the tideline one way or the other, but the lapping waves have erased any trace of them.
We find a pair of lounge chairs that have been dragged out of sight in the palms. I spread out the old blanket on one chair and lower Wendy into it while I recline in the other. I’ve barely caught my breath when that wonderful symphony of swishes, squishes and pops reaches my ears. I look over and find Wendy with her legs splayed apart. Her yellow thong lies nearby in the sand, replaced by busy fingers.
“Come on, Daddy. Don’t you feel a horny urge?” she asks.
Actually, I am feeling strangely horny. Not at all what I’d expect twenty-minutes after the most powerful orgasm of my life. But there’s no denying nature, and I release my cock, lean back, and close my eyes. I’m fantasizing about the French girl, replaying the image of her licking my cum off her lips over and over again, when something warm and moist and remarkably tight engulfs my cock. Wendy is astride my hips, riding me cowgirl style.
She might only be eighteen, but tonight this little girl is a love-making prodigy. A Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart of sex. Tiny rhythmic contractions draw me deeper with every thrust. Her fingers are everywhere at once, finding erogenous zones I never knew existed. At some point, I stop wondering how and why and surrender myself to Wendy’s remarkable skills. When we finally cum, it is together, and our voices merge into a high-pitched howl like I once heard from a distant pack of California coyotes.
When the rosy Caribbean dawn peeks through the foliage, Wendy is still sleeping naked and curled on top of me, her head nestled into my chest. We’re partially covered by her pareo. My back feels as if I’ve been sleeping on the fiberglass slats, which I have. It takes a good five minutes of naked stretches to get half-way limber.
Wendy never really wakes up as I use that old First-Aid standby, the “human-crutch carry," to get her down the deserted beach, past the infinity pool, and across what seems like a mile of rolling grass lawn to her bungalow. Laurie is sleeping quietly as I tuck Wendy into bed, and back silently out the door, pulling it closed softly behind me.
When I reach my own bungalow, my memories of what happened in the coconut grove are a confused jumble. But I can’t forget a night of sex unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and with the most improbable of partners. An eighteen-year-old girl with serious Daddy issues. And the spooky truth is that that I think I may be falling in love. I look at my watch. Just enough time for two hours sleep and a five-minute shower before meeting Gina for breakfast to continue her MLB survey course.
But, of course, all I can think about is Wendy. Sweet fuckin’ Wendy.
It isn’t until much later that I remember the old blanket. Did I leave it on the lounger? Possibly. But the more I think about it, I’m almost positive that when I looked back at the loungers as we left, there was no old Greek blanket anywhere to be seen.
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Gina and Johnny are already in the beach-front restaurant when I arrive sleepy and starved. After two lobster-tail omelettes, three cups of coffee and six fresh croissants with marmalade, I’m a new man. And Gina is speechless.
“What did you do last night to work up an appetite like that?” she asks, sounding more like a mother than a lover.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I reply.
“Try me!” she says in a stern voice that gets Johnny’s attention. He looks from Gina to me and back to his mom, obviously not used to hearing her talk to a stranger in this tone. Seeing Johnny’s confusion, she laughs and tells him, “Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going to send Jason to his room without breakfast. I mean, what’s the point? He’s already eaten enough to last all week.”
Johnny’s look of alarm melts into a relaxed smile. I change the subject by telling him that I saw a batting cage out by the playing fields and can toss him some practice pitches before dinner. Gina’s sexy-but-vulnerable smile returns full bore.
We drop off Johnny at the Mini Camp. He already seems to be warming up to the idea that hanging out at home might not be as great as he thought. Inside the Mimi Camp area, a dozen kids are scaling a jungle-gym version of the Matterhorn. We watch for a moment as Johnny joins the other little mountain climbers and soon blends into a sea of scuffling arms and legs and torsos.
I resist the urge to say, “Great kid!” Or some equally inane cliche. Instead, I launch into today’s lesson, a brief history of the AL Eastern Division. I’m too busy talking to pay attention to where we’re wandering. Gina and I are equally surprised to find ourselves at the nude beach. Although it’s only about 10 AM, the scenery is already getting interesting.
The main attraction is a circle of chairs with two cute, albeit somewhat chubby, nude college girls surrounded by six guys with rippling abs and semi-erections. You go, girls, I think. Way to get a jump on the competition. I figure it will be hours before the young foxes start leaving their dens.
“What’s that,” I ask Gina. “Did I just hear you say ‘yummm’?”
“No,” she tells me, not taking her eyes of the buff guys. “But I might be thinking it.”
“Too bad we don’t have our bathing suits,” I say, rather stupidly.
“Why?” Gina asks with more of a smirk than a smile.
“Think you can learn without clothes?” I ask.
“I don’t know why not,” she replies, a naughty sparkle in her eye.
Realizing I’ll never be able to compete with a crowd of college jocks, I drag two beach chairs about ten feet back into the partial privacy of the palm grove. Rather shyly, we turn back-to-back and undress. As we face each other, we break out laughing because we are trying so hard not to look like we’re checking each other out, while what we’re doing is completely checking each other out.
“OK, dammit,” Gina giggles. “I’m just going to close my eyes and stand here while I count to one hundred. Look as hard as you want. Then it’s my turn.”
That’s exactly what we do. Gina is tall and willowy, without an ounce of extra weight anywhere, except the tiniest lower tummy roll when she bends at the waist. Her tits are small and pert, her waist narrow, and her hips and butt almost boyishly thin. Just before she finishes counting to one-hundred, I give a little whistle of appreciation that makes her smile.
While it’s my turn, I don’t keep my eyes entirely closed, and I see Gina paying especially close attention to my pecs, butt, and cock, which thankfully is at a half-mast position. Neither flaccid nor inappropriately erect.
Before we continue with baseball, Gina wants to know what she missed last night. I tell her about the Reggae band, making out with Wendy and wandering back into the palm grove. She insists I share all every detail, and the more she presses me, the more comes back. Especially the scene with the French girl and her boyfriend.
It’s hard to tell if Gina is feeling shocked or just lascivious. But she digs out every embarrassing recollection of the strange encounter out of me. Down to the way Wendy used her fingers to touch herself, and how I felt about cumming between the beautiful French girl’s parted lips (insanely aroused).
Finally, Gina looks me in the eye. “I don’t know if this is some kind of weird joke, Jason. But for a horny mom whose only lover for the past twelve months has been my own fingers, all this talk is making me very, very moist. Let’s find this clearing.”
At Club Med, there’s no need for wallets or cash, and the only thing either of us have in our pockets beside sunscreen lotion are unmarked room key cards. So we fold our clothes and leave them on the loungers, and walk barefoot into palm grove.
We haven’t gone more than twenty feet when, like a beloved Yankee used to say, I experience deja vu all over again. By the way she looks at me, Gina hears it too. Faint moans interspersed with several seconds of silence. Like last night, the deeper we walk into the grove, the louder they become. Finally, we reach the edge of the clearing. Sitting with her back against one of the fallen trees is a naked girl. Thankfully, not the French girl, but a redhead in her early twenties whose face and breasts are awash in freckles. Kneeling between her legs is a second woman who is obviously doing something with her tongue and fingers.
“Oh, my!” Gina exclaims before she can catch herself. In the light of day, there’s nowhere to hide as the redhead’s eyes snap open and focus on us. For a moment, she seems inclined to forget about our presence, and I can see her eyes beginning to drift shut. But at the last second, they snap open again, and she taps her lover on the shoulder and points in our direction. The second woman peers at us and there is a moment of whispered discussion before they both hop over the fallen trunk like a pair of cotton-tailed rabbits, and vanish into the grove.
Gina finally takes her hand off her mouth and bursts out giggling. “I’m sorry, Jason. I honestly thought you made the whole thing up just to get me out here with you.” As we walk closer to the spot the girls vacated, I notice something peeking from under the sand. The old Greek blanket.
“Wow! Just like you described,” Gina says.
“Have a seat,” I offer once I’ve brushed off the sand. Gina gracefully lowers herself onto the blanket, somehow managing to keep her legs demurely pressed together the whole time. Too late for one thing, though. During our sixty-second you-show-me-yours, I already discovered that the neatly trimmed strip above her pussy has the same fine blond hair that tumbles past Gina's shoulders.
Gina leans back against the palm trunk, takes in a deep breath, and then exhales with a long and sensual sigh. She slowly opens her legs, looking up at me from under heavy-lids. Her comment about being ‘very, very moist’ is an absurd understatement.
“Babe,” she begins in a whisper. “You know what those girls were doing? Do you think...”
Gina doesn’t need to say more. I’m already kneeling between her outstretched thighs, my fingertips moving slowly along her creamy white flesh. Like Wendy, every touch of my fingertips seems to ignite a mini orgasm. Each time my fingers caress her, Gina’s thigh muscles contract and shiver and a fresh river of clear liquid gushes down the inside of her leg.
I gently roll my tongue along her outer labia, and Gina’s breath catches in her throat. Her musky aroma is like some powerful pheromone, urging my tongue to explore faster and deeper while at the same time directing every drop of available blood to my throbbing cock. “Seek medical attention if you have an erection lasting more than four hours.” So powerful is my erection that I can’t imagine how it could possibly last for anything less than four hours.
After tracing her outer lips, I slip my tongue between them and work my way into her vagina. Gina responds instantly, her back arches, her hips thrust into my jaw, and her muscles go into a series of spasms that contract like a vice around my tongue. I’m sure she’s also vocalizing, but with her thighs clamping the sides of my head in a death grip, my world has gone strangely silent.
As the contractions gradually recede, I seek out her clit and begin massaging it with my tongue. In minutes, another earth-shaking orgasm engulfs Gina, and this time her entire body twists and thrashes like a rag doll tumbling down a staircase.
It takes a long time for Gina to recover, and when she does, I can tell by the lovelight in her eyes, that Jason is the new focus of her affections. “Oh... my... God...” she finally says. “Oh, my, God!”
“You never...” I prompt her.
“My, God, No! Never. Ever. Nothing even close,” she sighs.
“I know,” I tell her.
“Oh, poor, baby!” she exclaims, sitting up and reaching for my pulsing cock. I push her gently away, then swing myself into a 69-position. My cock slides instantly into the warm Nirvana of Gina’s mouth. As I’m lowering my head between her thighs, I glimpse movement at the edge of the clearing. It’s the six young studs and the two chubby girls, and they are all masturbating like caged gorillas. I pause long enough to wave them closer, if they want. What’s fair is fair.
It takes only minutes before Gina is orgasming again, if anything, even more powerfully than before What seems like a fountain of pure girl cum anoints my tongue and lips and cheeks. Then I respond with a fountain of my own, pumping my cum into her mouth until I hear Gina’s muffled moans become a desperate gagging sound. Reluctantly, I withdraw from the ecstatic embrace of her lips and tongue. When I open my eyes, I realize our audience has moved within a few yards. The two girls have collapsed to their knees, hands still between their legs. Most of the guys have thrust their hips forward with white strings of ejaculate still spraying from their cocks.
I help Gina get unsteadily to her feet, turning her away from our audience as she struggles to stand. Then I reach down and grab the edge of the Greek blanket. Once again, it is trapped under the fallen tree, but with several forceful tugs, I manage to rip it free. We wander lost in the palm grove for a few minutes until we eventually emerge onto the beach, not far from our lounge chairs. Gina hangs from my neck with both arms and walks unsteadily as if still in some deep trance. I lower her into her chair, and within minutes we are both sound asleep.
The cool caress of the afternoon trade wind summons me back to consciousness. My watch says 4:15.
On the third try, I succeed in waking Gina. When her eyes open, she looks at me with an adoration that almost breaks my heart because it’s not really me she’s fallen in love with. It’s Pan.
I show Gina my watch, and eventually reality comes flooding back, along with the inconvenient fact that the Mini Camp pickup time was 4 pm.
Pan’s Blanket is where I left it, tossed on top of our clothes. An hour later, I jam it into my room safe and arm the heavy door with a personal four-digit code, even though I’d bet my left nut it will be gone when I return.
At 7 PM, I knock on Wendy’s door. She pulls me inside, wrestles me onto her bed, and has my shorts pulled down past my knees before I can object.
“What about Laurie?” I ask, looking at her roommate, who is grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat.
“You can do her after you fuck me,” Wendy says, which isn’t exactly what I expected to hear. Eventually, I convince Wendy to put on her pareo, she does a credible job of tying it herself, and go to dinner, with a promise that we’ll walk directly to the palm grove after dessert.
Gina joins us at the dining table, without Johnny who is spending the night with a new friend. After too many carafes of wine to count, Gina, Wendy and I saunter past the theater, and the big, beach-front veranda, and follow the sparking beams of a full moon to the edge of the palm grove.
“Are you sure?” I ask them.
Neither girl answers. But they gaze questioningly into each other’s eyes. Then, without a word, they are kissing. With Gina almost six-feet tall, and Wendy barely five, it’s an interesting exercise in contortion. But their lips lock in a deep, soulful tongue kiss that seems to last forever. When they finally come up for air, Gina takes my arm and whispers, “Don’t worry, Jason. You’re going to love this.”
She’s right. I do.
It had only just gone 7:45am when Jack’s father said, “Well, it has been a most interesting morning and seeing as how it is still only Sunday I am going back to bed! You two nudists have cost me some valuable sleep-in time.” With that Mr Flynn turned from the front door and headed back up stairs with Mrs Flynn giving her a naughty little wink and a gentle slap on her butt. Beverly Flynn gave a silly little girly giggle as she followed and gave Jack and Susan a slightly guilty look as she...
He finally found a place to sit down. His legs were tired and he could hear the music just as well when not on them. Then he noticed a guy on top of a girl under a blanket right next to him. It was obvious from the movement that his dick was pumping her. She was pretty and her eyes were closed. Big smile on her face as she passively took his thrusts. The guy finished and struggled a bit to get his dick in his pants before emerging from under the blanket. Moments later another guy whispered in...
It was a typical sunny day in cochin in rainy season. I opened my eyes and looked at the time in my mobile, usually by this time I will be on my way to office. But today I was on leave as my aunt from my native place coming to city on some work. As she don’t know anything in the city, she asked my help. I got ready in few minutes and started to railway station. Train was little late and I was waiting on platform for my aunt. My aunt name is Rekha. She lives in our neighborhood in my village,...
Pan’s Pleasures Cheila felt the tall grass tickle her bare legs and feet as the warmth of the sun bathed her exposed breasts and face. She ran her fingers through her long golden hair, smiling as the beauty of the day filled her senses with pleasure. Here in her private world, far from the cares of her village, she could wander sky clad and let the gods revel in the beauty of the body with which they had graced her. Her tanned legs were long and supple with graceful, sensual muscle tone, and...
Zara Tinsell locked the door and pulled the blanket round her naked body. It’s roughness excited her pampered skin and made her nipples tingle as she nestled into the voluminous folds, rubbing her firm body against the coarse material and smelling the strange but familiar odours so much part of her life. It’s earthy scents mixed with the heady aromas surrounding her as she sat quietly studying her mute but restless companion, filled her mind with the enjoyment she now expected when locked away...
Arnold had been under his wife Randi’s thumb right from the start. While they were dating and then after they wed, she had led him around by the nose, using the lure of her voluptuous body and the power of her manipulative mind to control him. There had been some sex but she always got him overexcited, so that he would ejaculate before he got into her or immediately after entering. Then she tricked him into making a bet with her. When she said that women could go longer without penetrative sex...
Arnold had been under his wife Randi's thumb right from the start. Whilethey were dating and then after they wed, she had led him around by thenose, using the lure of her voluptuous body and the power of hermanipulative mind to control him. There had been some sex but she alwaysgot him overexcited, so that he would ejaculate before he got into her orimmediately after entering. Then she tricked him into making a bet withher. When she said that women could go longer without penetrative...
Panspermia is the notion that life exists everywhere in the galaxy and that it arrived on Earth via an asteroid. One variant of this idea is the notion that aliens seeded life on Earth for some reason. Most reject the very idea, but a few find merit in such a concept. These people also believe that those same aliens have been messing with human life for thousands of years. They claim that aliens continue to control the flow of human evolution to this day. You would never have believed this...
Pansexual Prophecy What Sexual Equality May Augur for the Future By Cal Y. Pygia Because women are physically weaker than men, they are subject to men; to gain a measure of equality, they must act through men; to act through men, they must control men. They control men through men's desire for sex. Sex is a means of controlling another (or others), especially for those who otherwise lack strength or power. For men, sex is often an end unto itself, whereas, for women, sex...
Thursday (and Thursdays past)--Pansi "emasculated" It's the rare word so special to allow it inked on my blemishless skin--twice actually. The script is delicate cursive (timidly uncapitalised) written across a spray of darling little pink and yellow stars. It's on the sensitive inside of my right wrist. It's tiny with muted colors, so more of a personal thing than to be noticed; something to give me a lift if I'm feeling too much like a boring girl. The other is the same but...
HumorExpansion Fan! You want to know where you can find some of the hardest working mother fuckers on the planet? It’s not on a construction site. Or in the crop fields. Hell, it’s not even in a brothel.You will find the hardest working pros at their desks drawing the most intricate penises, tits, and other types of genitalia to make end’s meet. Artists that have no qualms about drawing XXX content – and those that enjoy it – are cranking out a never-ending array of original art every fucking day....
Premium Porn Comic SitesPANSY HUBBIES by Throne My wife Lila had told me how she wanted to see me looking when she got home from her evening out. She has been making me dress and act like a sissy for the past year. This time she wanted me to put on light make- up, check to make sure I didn't have a single hair anywhere on my body (naturally), and get dressed in a frothy, pale rose, baby-doll nightie. I knew she had been flirting with a guy where she works and I was worried that she was with him. But what...
PANSY PARTY by Throne The three unhappy husbands were seated along the bar in the backyard of one of them. Actually, it was his wife's backyard. The ladies had decided that their wimpy spouses couldn't be trusted with anything financial and so had made them sign everything over. The guys -- if you could call them that -- were dressed in belly shirts and bikini panties. They wore high heels which were hooked over the rungs of their stools. It was shameful to be on display like that...
PANSY HUSBAND GETS PUNISHED by Throne "Ronnie, please come in here," Marla called from what had formerly been her husband's man cave. Now the room was her space, with comfortable furniture and stylish d?cor, one wall dominated by a long painting of a seraglio, with harem girls occupied in various tasks. The only reminder that this had once been his personal retreat was a glazed ceramic figurine of a nude woman, a forearm and a hand strategically placed to provide her with a minimum of ...
She was stunning. There was no other way to describe her. Seeing her in that tiny yellow and orange bikini caused my erection to grow painful. Water dribbled down her flawless tanned skin and slim body and over those beautiful small breasts. Her erect nipples poked through the two tiny triangles of material. Standing with her legs apart showed me the outline of her pussy. It all served to make me go weak at the knees. I almost dribbled. “Wow!” I know it was a stupid thing to say, but the only...
you arrive home and see that you have a package that has been delivered to you. you are very excited because you know what is inside...you quickly rush the package to your room. you open the box and see what you have been waiting for all week....an industrial breast pump.you are so excited to use your new toy. you rip off your shirt and begin my rubbing and tugging on your nipples making them hard and erect.the machine has an area where you can attach a container for collecting milk. but being...
The attack on the apartment was a complete bust! Nobody was home, and it looked like the most recent resident had moved out. All that was left was some basic furniture and nothing else. We even checked the trash baskets in hope of finding some clue as to where to look next. Nothing! Oh, well, it was time to try a different tack. Back to the computers we had snatched from our first raid on ISIL. There were some shipments to locations near Phoenix, so those were easy for us to check out. Maybe...
Our SUV was safe where it was, so we decided to walk the short distance to Honey Bee. Before leaving the car, I called home and gave them a sort of coded version of what had happened and what our plans were. I pointed out that we were going to be well after dark before getting home just from the time required to make the drive, so they should not worry. Billy and I followed the road to Honey Bee because there was no other way for us to find it. The town was never very large, and we didn't...
This happened to be a Tuesday, so all three of us were on patrol. It was about 10:30 PM and the movie theaters had finished the main feature and were clearing for the next crowd. We were passing by one of the most popular theaters when a sedan drove past us. It suddenly slowed down and two assault rifle barrels poked out of the windows on the passenger side. Bullets started flying, and people on the sidewalk were being mowed down. Some people were protected by parked cars, but not enough to...
The other shoe dropped the next afternoon about 3:30. The doorbell rang and I happened to be the closest to it so I answered the door. When I opened the door, I saw a man in a spectacularly fashionable suit standing there with a briefcase in one hand. I describe the suit that way because it immediately struck me that the suit must have cost somewhere in the neighborhood of $1,500. The briefcase was one of those hard sided executive models and was covered in some sort of exotic animal skin. My...
Ralph showed up on schedule and spent almost eight hours going over in great detail all of the answers to our questions and the arrangements for the language school. That meant that we would spend the summer in Virginia near Washington, and the kids were thrilled because that would surely mean that they could visit all of the memorials and special attractions that abounded in Washington. We were told the name of the company that we would be associated with, and the kids had never heard of...
There it was, a large manila envelope addressed to Mr. James Brinkley. How prosaic can something get. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but it was to have some pizazz to it. The post mark was even prosaic—New Ellington, VT. That was enough to make me wonder if New Ellington, VT, even existed. Oh, well, at least I was able to contain my curiosity until after I got back inside the house. I opened the envelope, and what did I find? Nothing, at first. I shook the envelope and a small...
The big news for our family was that Billy had been invited to a Halloween party hosted by the parents of another student in Billy's class. He had a date with a girl whom he especially liked, so he was very happy with the prospect. He even had a great costume: he was going as a mercenary soldier, and he would be wearing his regular combat uniform. He was able to borrow a toy pistol with holster to complete his outfit. His date, Helen Murphy, was going dressed as a Barbie Doll. The way she...
This warehouse was heavily loaded with explosives. Billy said that it was enough to level most of Palm Garden if it were used correctly. It sure as hell was going to look like the worst fireworks explosion in the history of the world. There were AK-47s, RPGs, ammunition, and fuses stored here, but the majority was explosives. Billy was sure that this was to be used in more than one place if the bad guys had a chance to do it. He was looking forward to spoiling their plans. We wondered what...
Mary was equipped with a radio supplied by Susan. The radio was so tiny that it was almost impossible to believe that it could send a signal 50 feet, much less the 5 miles that it was really capable of. Anyway, it was concealed in her hair under her wig, and she was very unlikely to lose it, nor would it be easy to find by someone searching her, even if the wig was pulled off. We could clearly hear all voices in the vicinity, and we were recording what we heard for future reference. Thus, we...
Oh, my God! This guy turned out to be one of the nuts that we were looking for! He had a contract to supply a girl to a customer having nothing to do with a regular brothel. The customer had just "accidentally lost" his slave during the course of some rather gross sex play, and was in the market for a replacement. Mary was to be that replacement! Okay, this guy was too much of a prize to take a chance on screwing up with by continuing the interrogation in such a potentially public place....
While all of this stuff was going on, Billy and Jenny had grown closer. This situation looked like it was becoming serious. Jenny was all Billy wanted to talk about if we were not involved in planning our next raid. He had decided that he wanted to enroll in the same university as Jenny and major in mechanical engineering. There was no question that he had a natural bent for that sort of work, so we all encouraged him to do so. We certainly could afford the expense. Billy took some tests and...
Heather Birch was on holiday in Scotland when IT happened. Forever after it was only ever referred to as IT. "The weekend IT happened" "The IT holiday" "When we did IT" and every time, in conversation, the word IT was emphasised as if to let people know, to advise people, that something extraordinary had happened. Of course, only three people ever knew what it meant, everyone else simply thought it meant the foreign holidays. Heather was now thirty five, divorced, and living in...
To all you perverts reading the stories on this website ... my real name is Cindy. I'm not going to tell you my last name, because dad said that would be unwise, and he is pretty smart. I will tell you that his true name is not Lance Sterling, but that his first name is Rich. I'm going to write a story and post it here under dad's name. It has a little bit of sex in it, but nothing kinky like all the other crap I've read here. You might be wondering how a 16 year old teenager got involved...
Hello all guys and gals hope you are doing well. Today I am going to share an incident which happened to me when I was just 21 years old it was my first sex experience and that too with one of my aunt. Coming to the incident, I was staying with my parents. I was then studying in class IX I think and it was a summer month and starting my summer vacation. We all use to go for a vacation that time but due to some urgent business work this time dad was unable to take me anywhere. My mom suggested...
IncestWhen I was a youngster learned to love sucking cock and taking cock up my ass didn't know that grown men would want to have sex with a eleven year old boy. Wished I knew then what I know now would have been happy to have adult men use my mouth and ass for a cum-dump would have had loads of fun plus loads of cum. Of course I didn't know where to find horny men back then in the early 60s there wasn't adult bookstores or theaters in my hometown and being only eleven I couldn't have gone to them...
Minor editing by SeeShow My wife Paula had decided she needed to slim. I don’t know why, she sure looks good to me. Her 5 foot nothing figure is nicely rounded where a good looking woman should be. But as a mere male, who am I to argue. After several weeks of jogging and gym workouts she didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. A friend had recommended some slimming pills which she got on the day we were going out to dinner for our 5th wedding anniversary. It was only later that I found out she...
I have created a Monster- not in the Doctor Frankenstein sense, no scalpel involved, no body parts obtained by nefarious means- but I have created one, nonetheless. Molded with word and deed alone. It is surprisingly easy- take one male specimen, a simple enough creature, and using feminine wiles, charm and plain old blackmail, I found I could turn him into the almost perfect companion. I call him Monster, which he takes as a term of endearment. I told you they were simple. I'm not a...
Fantasy & Sci-FiLunch was at a place called Checkers in downtown Santa Rosa. Kelli had some business in town and meeting there made it convenient for her. I ordered the Linguini Monterey and Kelli ordered the Arugula and Prawn salad. The meal was delicious, but the company was better. We sat close and talked closer, with interruptions caused by occasional kisses. "One more date where I don't come home all night and you're going to have to meet my parents," she said, mostly serious. "I look forward to...
I let the three take it easy for the rest of the afternoon and evening with the exception of the butt plug/tails in their asses. We ate a nice, simple dinner and watched some TV. I could tell they were waiting for the action to start. I wasn't going to do anything today or tonight wanting the anticipation to build. All three would stay the evening at my house. I could tell that Frank and Joyce, in particular, were feeling the butt plugs. I reminded all three of them that their tails had to...
Bella And Her Uncle Trevor This story is completely fictional, any references to persons, or places is accidental, and this story was written by me misstayla. All characters in this story are also 16 years or older. -Also any comments you make would help as this is my first story, if you want to hear more of Bella and Uncle Trevor let me know.- Hi my name is Isabella (Bella for short, I hate being called Isabella), and this is my story. First let me tell you about myself, I am decently...
IncestSo after 36 years of fucking guys and girls, I was nearing a landmark Birthday, one I was wary of reaching, the big 5-0!My husband told me every day just how beautiful I was, my new fans, clammering for my newest photo sets and videos, I had a backlog of 15 guys wanting my used knickers, yet I was still about to hit my big old half century! On the morning of my birthday hubby surprised me having a taxi pick us up and take us to a favourite, cosy little hotel in Cheshire. We often went there for...
Shimmering above, the aurora snapped and crackled. The black hairs on the back of Ajax’s neck were raised. He looked up, his old friend, the moon, illuminated the snow covered mountainside with a silvery glow. The number of times he had seen the full moon was unknown to him, he couldn’t count. He knew his pack, he knew if one was missing, or if a pup had been born. The number and it’s meaning was lost to the big wolf. Ajax was at his peak, he had been pack leader for most of his adult life....
Ebony honey Kinsley Karter loves showing off her incredible tits any chance she gets. Today, she unzips her top and lets her boobs bounce and jiggle. She drizzles them in oil and squeezes them until her chocolate pussy is soaking wet. That is when our stud shows up to service Kinsleys cock cravings. He breaks out his boner and she licks it from balls to tip. The black beauty works his rod until she is ready for some intense penetration. Then, she climbs on top of this lucky guy and goes for a...
xmoviesforyou"But I want you now!" Savannah moaned.She said it less like a petulant teenager, and more like a jilted lover. As the weeks in April wound down, I started to notice a profound confidence in my new partner, as if fulfilling her lesbian desires finally brought out something buried deep inside the shy girl who once stumbled her way through an awkward confession after class.Was her confidence really bravado masquerading as something more? If so, I didn't have the heart to tell her. The past few...
Office SexI returned to Kathleen's around 9:30 A.M. to find a note saying she would be out until mid-afternoon, and that she had luch fixed for me in the kitchen. "Make yourself at home dear," was the last line. I set to the business of finishing the painting, and soon realized it was nearly 1:00 p.m. when I finished. I put everything away, washed up, and decided to have the luch she made for me. After finishing, I cleaned up the dishes and sat at the kitchen table having a soda. My thoughts turned to...
At this point Im pretty sure I was obsessed. Panties were just my thing, and at 16 all guys are thinking about is pussy so this activity made the thoughts even stronger. I was a teenager and a horny one at that, and smeling and stealing panties was just a thing I did. And I was always looking for a chance to get a pair of soft underwear in my face, on my cock, and in my thoughts. It was a sunny day, a perfect day to be outside and no one was home at my freind Tims house. Especially his...
Leggy Ashley Lane struts around the PervCity pool table. Billiards make her horny AF, but when she sticks out her big ass, Ramon Nomar instantly knows what game this blonde wants to play. He devours her small tits and plays with her puffy shaved pussy, but when he licks her anus, she falls to her knees. Slurping his hard prick with a blowjob, she raises her arms and jerks him with a two-fisted handjob so intense that he lifts her from her knees, bends her over the table, and slams his cock into...
xmoviesforyouMELODY LANDED IN THE MIDDLE. Both Lissa and I were stroking her body and massaging her breasts. “Take it easy there, stud,” Lissa said. “Have you asked how Melody likes to have her breasts played with? How about it, Mel? Do you like rough stuff or a lighter touch?” Melody’s eyes flicked open and looked at us. “Gosh. I never thought about the differences. I like it when Tony touches me, but sometimes it is a little rough.” “You have to tell him what you like.” “Um ... I like it when you do...
FFM 3some are a huge turn on for me and honestly the foreplay part of it is my favorite part. Watching the women, kiss, make out, undress each other and fondle each other turns me on the most. Because the moment they get down to going down on each other, I've already cum and ready to work my cock in one of the two women pussy or mouth. My ideal scenario for a FFM 3aome would be:, My lady and I start out, post an ad on adult sites and C.L. I was hoping to find a woman slightly older than us....
It was a warm summer night and the park bench she sat on looked very inviting. She was in a short floral dress which looked blue in the moonlight. I came close and introduced myself as Dumi. She smiled and after a few minutes of chatting she invited me to sit down next to her. We started kissing and I could now feel my dick getting harder. I had one hand under her g-string fondling her pussy and the other playing with her ass. She then lowered herself and unbuckled my jean releasing my 30cm...
EroticIt felt like dieing. His heart had been torn into a thousand different pieces, and he’d fallen dead on the ground not even bothering to try picking them up. He just lay there staring at them, numb and unable to move. The fall wasn’t a long one, David only stood five feet six inches tall, but it felt as if he’d just jumped from the top of a New York Skyscraper. The impact had been shattering to say the least. For a brief moment in life David had found what everyone looks for, but few ever find....
Today I am telling you that life is something I will never forget. The first experience of my life.My name is Albert, MBA is past 23 years old, single. Studied by USA. It's not just about losing virginity, though. No smoking, just beer.I have my mother, my brother and my brother's wife. Chetan's wife is my granddaughter.I call it Ettati. Eighty is a great item. Whoever sees it will want one.Etta is now 30 years old. Chetan is yes.It's been 9 years since the wedding. That is a great story....
Note - These first few chapters are going to seem a little long, if you're only here for the erotic side of it. However, this is a serial story, and not episodic, as this is a continuous journey of my sexual adventures. Firing Things Up My wife is a reserved person, socially. At home, in bed, around people we know personally, she’s quite a cat. I use this reference as ironic as I can, cause’ her name’s Kitty. My name is Barry. She likes to play with our names, like, “Oh, the Bear’s chasing the...
"Oh my God, Dani!" Mark said, as Sally opened the door. "I can't believe it's you!" Mark stepped over to me, slowly, as if he really didn't believe his eyes. "If I hadn't seen you come in wearing that dress, I swear I wouldn't...WOW!"My face hurt, from smiling so hard. I put my arms out, for Mark to come kiss me. Mark closed the distance between us and gently kissed my lips, eyes open. Then he put his hands around my waist, turning me around to face the mirror. We looked at each other in the...
CrossdressingI was seventeen and had spent most of my life in the mountains or forests. I joined the military and went through training to be a combat soldier. A couple of months and I was walking off a huge plane. It was hot and humid and sergeants were yelling. The last I was used to now but not the heat or the humidity. We had pushed almost two hundred kilometers into Clar and there was only another two hundred and fifty kilometers to the Rus border. On the other side of the western border was Nees....
I worked in an office with a few people and one lady struck me as being very nice and she would always stop by my office and ask for advise or suggest things to me , so one time she asked if I would like to go out after work and have a drink. I am always willing to have a drink after work on my way home, we were having our drinks and more drinks and one thing was true we may have had more than we wanted. This is when she started coming on to me and I liked it very much, we left that bar and...
Scotty came down stairs to see me and daddy laying in my bed stark naked. He stared for a minute, before coming over to where I was laying. I had a blanket over my hips, with my erect nipples being exposed. Scotty bent down to suck on my nipples when I woke up. I smiled at him and told him told him to be gentle with his nibbles. Pulling and nibbling on each nipple was making me to finger my wet pussy.I pulled the cover back and spread my legs to insert my new vibrator. I didn't turn it...
Shirley was all aflutter on the ride over to Mama's. I told her that I'd get the screwdriver, and that she and I would play around with it for a little bit in my old bedroom, just like how we used to do it. I told her we'd go over to be with Joyce later, after she had a chance to have a cum or two first. Hearing that, she relaxed a little. "Is Joyce all right, Kenny?" "She's fine. She's just a little bit upset with some of the stuff I said to her. Sometimes, I get upset, for no...
Jenna Slave Fisted by SchoolgirlsTrisha grabbed the back ofJenna's neck and pushed her toward the car, "Hurry up and get in whore."The older female stumbled a bit, but hurriedly scampered to the car and gotin. As she sat behind the wheel and awaited instructions from her teenagementor, Jenna tensed."Drive, whore," Trisha ordered.Jenna started her car and easily rolled off the judge's property."Head downtown," Trisha instructed. She was quickly formulating a plan tohumiliate her older teacher...
As I and Manjula had little time so we decided to just have few kisses and I had the opportunity to lick and kiss her navel.. As the function got over everyone started to move and members were getting reduced to fewer, I was searching for Manjula she was in phone talking to someone standing at the corner of the house, I slowly went behind and pressed her ass cheeks hard, she had a shock and locked back and she was starring as she was still on call, believe me guys her ass was so soft even above...
Our last anchorage was in a small cove on the north end of an island so small I'm not sure it had a name. Now, as the dusk deepened, it was as if Emily and I were held, warm and safe, in our own little world on our own little island in the warm tropical night, the soft waves murmuring their evensong. The boat was anchored a short swim away, the others off to their own devices on this, the last night of our cruise. "Our boys are hunks, aren't they, Daniel?" I looked down into her eyes as...
Introduction: My sweet Japanese wife wants to Play It all started last year. My Japanese wife of five years, Emi, and I were making love after a night of dancing and drinking Scotch, followed by Champagne. She is not a strong drinker, so needless to say after 4 Glenfiddich on the Rocks and 3 glasses of Krug, she was helplessly drunk. Shes a real hottie in bed and that night was no exception. She sucked my 7-inch cock with pure lust and passion. For some reason, I was feeling very adventurous...