El Ultimo Card Captor
"I can't baby, I just can't" he intoned, trying to contain himself "it's just not right"
Betty was standing at the bar when I walked in. All I saw was her red dress. Not that her dress covered that much. Her face was okay. Betty was not a knock out but she was nice looking. I have seen her a few times but never bought her a drink. The dress was showing off her breasts. And she had a lot to show off. Down to her hips. Nice...... is all you could say. Then came her legs. And legs, and legs. Long , long legs. Her dress was more then half way up her thigh. I could see a garter belt and the stocking tops. Now I knew I had to buy her a drink. And more then one. I have a thing for legs. Not just any leg, but legs that make an ass out of them self's. And Betty's legs did just that. Many of nights I would think of her and wish that I could look at all of them. And I think tonight might be that night.
Tamara had now moved into one of the other lounge chairs, and had each leg slung over a chair arm. Curtis was licking and finger fucking her shaven pussy. His tongue and mouth caressed her clit as his large fingers explored her twat. Eyes closed, Tamara was stroking her small, firm boobs and running her hand over his hair as he worked his magic.
Working on a new exhibit in the Hands On Museum, the people in charge have brought the two of us together. You have been brought in for your computer expertise and skill with virtual reality. I am to be the exhibit. The newest exhibition in the museum is to be on human sexuality, and a special room is being added for a special purpose.
We made love every night. I masturbated every day. Never in my life had I been so perpetually aroused. Daily I'd leave my shirttail un-tucked so my erection was not obvious to our sons. Vicki got a kick out of that and often commented on my new fashion statement.
It was only a momentary fade out, and Rick kept pumping his spewing cock into my pussy until the last drop had emptied from his big balls, then he slumped to one side. I came back to life in time to see his semi erect cock slip from my pussy covered by a mixture of his juices and mine, and I knew I just had to taste him the way he'd already tasted me, so I slipped down the bed and gently took his cock in my hands and raised it to my lips, lovingly licking every last drop of cum and pussy juice from his cock. He lay there watching me, occasionally jerking and moaning as I lapped and lapped and sucked and licked on his thick cock. Loving the taste of it, loving the feel of it, and by the time he was completely clean again, he was also completely hard again, and with a grin I slid up and straddled his body, lowering my pussy slowly onto his welcoming shaft. And he laughed, "Damn, I knew you were sexy the moment I laid eyes on you" he said.
My body tenses as that feeling takes control of my body and I explode deep in Sharon's pussy.
The two women entered the den, wearing only panties and bras. In the full light, I was able to drink in all of Cathy's beauty. She was absolutely beautiful as was Karen.
"What's going on? Where are you going?" I asked.
"Oh yeah? Hey, you know what my favorite football team is?
"He loves you, mom. He'd probably begin to understand your fears and work with you to overcome them." Paul tried to reassure her. After a short silence, he asked, "Why did you marry dad?"
She could do anything She wished to him -- -- make him her little plaything on a string, to toy with as she pleased, or turn him into her savage lover that would make her feel as helpless as he now did. The feel of her soft wet mouth, her tongue caressing the thick veiny underside, he didn't know how much more he could stand.
As he disappeared around a corner, the torches flamed up and vanquished themselves. She was dropped into darkness, unbroken but by the stillborn glow from the rotunda, which did not pierce the bedchamber. Restrained in this darkness, she understood the tenuous line between pleasure and madness, and how careful she must be to walk it. The temporary night she was caught in did not bother her now. Her master would protect her. She was sure of this. The silence gave her room to recover, try to bring herself back a little. The need that washed over her had rose to boiling as he had turned away, scalding her body with pain worse than any punishment he could inflict. The fecund earth he had led her through had succumbed, with a cruel suddenness, to winter and decay. On this frozen plain she shivered and stumbled back to join her vulgar body. No, she thought, the body is not vulgar. He gives it majesty. In disgrace only am I made common. She let the darkness enter her, and, though her nerves were frayed and her bones still humming from insatiable need, sleep overtook her and she knew no more.
Emma and I entered her home from the back. While Emma went to put the blankets away, I looked at several mounted photos on a mantle in the living room. I saw a faded black and white photograph of a young navy man; I guessed it was Jim. In another photo, there was a bride in a white gown and a groom in a navy uniform; I recognized Emma's face. She had dark shoulder-length hair then also.
And slowly at first he would begin the motion, thrusting his large member inside her until she was completely filled; then bringing its full length out so that Blue could savour the movement against her inner walls. Blue could reach behind her and heighten the sensation by rubbing her clit, feeing his large balls slap softly against her hand. And Morrice could increase her pleasure even further by entering her anus with his finger. Her whole lower body was alight. Sensation building on sensation, as the motion became more fervent. She thrust back, trying to encourage even more penetration crying ..."Faster...faster...More". This seemed to encourage Morice to even further, and his pelvic thrusts became harder, higher, faster until it seemed impossible that any man could have such strength, flexibility and endurance. Beads of sweat poured off his brow and he worked harder and harder to please himself and his beloved Blue.
"Well, I love you for being such an attentive spouse," she said. "The flowers, little gifts, and cards throughout the year. You always make me feel special." Not to mention, the Sybian, she thought, but didn't say it.
"Ah fuck, her ass is tight."
I was on f ire and quickly swung my hips around and straddled her head. She caught my hips and pulled me down to her. I gasped as I felt hr tongue press against my pussy lips. She flattened her tongue and slid it up and down, spreading my pussy wide. She began to kiss my pussy lips, nibbling them, tonguing my clit. I looked down at her pussy and knew I had to eat her. My mouth watered.
The surprise must have shown on my face because Allison's face broke into a huge grin.
"If I remember your little story correctly, you said you sucked your father's cock hard." With that, he began to pull her head onto his dick while thrusting it into her at the same time, fuck the girl's face so hard he could feel it nearing her throat, hear her gagging as she tried to take him all in. He found himself thrusting harder and deeper, overcome with lust for this naughty little girl, while at the same time hating her for bringing him to this.
"I know you dig girls."
I said, "get the fuck out of my room and sleep in the other room."
Betty was standing at the bar when I walked in. All I saw was her red dress. Not that her dress covered that much. Her face was okay. Betty was not a knock out but she was nice looking. I have seen her a few times but never bought her a drink. The dress was showing off her breasts. And she had a lot to show off. Down to her hips. Nice...... is all you could say. Then came her legs. And legs, and legs. Long , long legs. Her dress was more then half way up her thigh. I could see a garter belt and the stocking tops. Now I knew I had to buy her a drink. And more then one. I have a thing for legs. Not just any leg, but legs that make an ass out of them self's. And Betty's legs did just that. Many of nights I would think of her and wish that I could look at all of them. And I think tonight might be that night.
Tamara had now moved into one of the other lounge chairs, and had each leg slung over a chair arm. Curtis was licking and finger fucking her shaven pussy. His tongue and mouth caressed her clit as his large fingers explored her twat. Eyes closed, Tamara was stroking her small, firm boobs and running her hand over his hair as he worked his magic.
Working on a new exhibit in the Hands On Museum, the people in charge have brought the two of us together. You have been brought in for your computer expertise and skill with virtual reality. I am to be the exhibit. The newest exhibition in the museum is to be on human sexuality, and a special room is being added for a special purpose.
We made love every night. I masturbated every day. Never in my life had I been so perpetually aroused. Daily I'd leave my shirttail un-tucked so my erection was not obvious to our sons. Vicki got a kick out of that and often commented on my new fashion statement.
It was only a momentary fade out, and Rick kept pumping his spewing cock into my pussy until the last drop had emptied from his big balls, then he slumped to one side. I came back to life in time to see his semi erect cock slip from my pussy covered by a mixture of his juices and mine, and I knew I just had to taste him the way he'd already tasted me, so I slipped down the bed and gently took his cock in my hands and raised it to my lips, lovingly licking every last drop of cum and pussy juice from his cock. He lay there watching me, occasionally jerking and moaning as I lapped and lapped and sucked and licked on his thick cock. Loving the taste of it, loving the feel of it, and by the time he was completely clean again, he was also completely hard again, and with a grin I slid up and straddled his body, lowering my pussy slowly onto his welcoming shaft. And he laughed, "Damn, I knew you were sexy the moment I laid eyes on you" he said.
My body tenses as that feeling takes control of my body and I explode deep in Sharon's pussy.
The two women entered the den, wearing only panties and bras. In the full light, I was able to drink in all of Cathy's beauty. She was absolutely beautiful as was Karen.
"What's going on? Where are you going?" I asked.
"Oh yeah? Hey, you know what my favorite football team is?
"He loves you, mom. He'd probably begin to understand your fears and work with you to overcome them." Paul tried to reassure her. After a short silence, he asked, "Why did you marry dad?"
She could do anything She wished to him -- -- make him her little plaything on a string, to toy with as she pleased, or turn him into her savage lover that would make her feel as helpless as he now did. The feel of her soft wet mouth, her tongue caressing the thick veiny underside, he didn't know how much more he could stand.
As he disappeared around a corner, the torches flamed up and vanquished themselves. She was dropped into darkness, unbroken but by the stillborn glow from the rotunda, which did not pierce the bedchamber. Restrained in this darkness, she understood the tenuous line between pleasure and madness, and how careful she must be to walk it. The temporary night she was caught in did not bother her now. Her master would protect her. She was sure of this. The silence gave her room to recover, try to bring herself back a little. The need that washed over her had rose to boiling as he had turned away, scalding her body with pain worse than any punishment he could inflict. The fecund earth he had led her through had succumbed, with a cruel suddenness, to winter and decay. On this frozen plain she shivered and stumbled back to join her vulgar body. No, she thought, the body is not vulgar. He gives it majesty. In disgrace only am I made common. She let the darkness enter her, and, though her nerves were frayed and her bones still humming from insatiable need, sleep overtook her and she knew no more.
Emma and I entered her home from the back. While Emma went to put the blankets away, I looked at several mounted photos on a mantle in the living room. I saw a faded black and white photograph of a young navy man; I guessed it was Jim. In another photo, there was a bride in a white gown and a groom in a navy uniform; I recognized Emma's face. She had dark shoulder-length hair then also.
And slowly at first he would begin the motion, thrusting his large member inside her until she was completely filled; then bringing its full length out so that Blue could savour the movement against her inner walls. Blue could reach behind her and heighten the sensation by rubbing her clit, feeing his large balls slap softly against her hand. And Morrice could increase her pleasure even further by entering her anus with his finger. Her whole lower body was alight. Sensation building on sensation, as the motion became more fervent. She thrust back, trying to encourage even more penetration crying ..."Faster...faster...More". This seemed to encourage Morice to even further, and his pelvic thrusts became harder, higher, faster until it seemed impossible that any man could have such strength, flexibility and endurance. Beads of sweat poured off his brow and he worked harder and harder to please himself and his beloved Blue.
"Well, I love you for being such an attentive spouse," she said. "The flowers, little gifts, and cards throughout the year. You always make me feel special." Not to mention, the Sybian, she thought, but didn't say it.
"Ah fuck, her ass is tight."
I was on f ire and quickly swung my hips around and straddled her head. She caught my hips and pulled me down to her. I gasped as I felt hr tongue press against my pussy lips. She flattened her tongue and slid it up and down, spreading my pussy wide. She began to kiss my pussy lips, nibbling them, tonguing my clit. I looked down at her pussy and knew I had to eat her. My mouth watered.
The surprise must have shown on my face because Allison's face broke into a huge grin.
"If I remember your little story correctly, you said you sucked your father's cock hard." With that, he began to pull her head onto his dick while thrusting it into her at the same time, fuck the girl's face so hard he could feel it nearing her throat, hear her gagging as she tried to take him all in. He found himself thrusting harder and deeper, overcome with lust for this naughty little girl, while at the same time hating her for bringing him to this.
"I know you dig girls."
I said, "get the fuck out of my room and sleep in the other room."
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