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 === Hello,  I've rewritten this story. I'll post links to both on the story list page.  Enjoy.  ==== "Maybe I've spoiled you too much," I told Pearl as I pushed her forward. She stayed quiet as she lifted her dress and exposed herself to me and the wall in this narrow alleyway. I watched as she spread her legs a little more, and she turned her pussy up just a little more.  Normally she would protest having to do this in public, but lately, her objections have lessened. You always hope that your children understand your reasons behind the things you do for them, but it still surprises me when it happens.  I pull the dildo out from between her wet vaganal lips. I wonder if she left her seat wet when we got up to come outside or if this happened on her short walk out here.  "Not much longer dear," I tell her as I turn on the vibrating function and pushed it back in.  "Ahh," she moaned softly. I slowly moved it in and out since it had been sitting...

We have been at this for hours. She wasn't joking when she said that she could do this all day. I've cum in her mouth at least three times and once she got me to squirt all over her face. And she is still going. Her trick is to go slowly. My hips won't stop either. It's like they are following her tongue. Back and forth. Up and down. Up and down. Back and forth. Back and forth. "Oh, Fuck." My thighs are starting to shake again. Now she's going even slower. Fucking Hell. She's torturing me. I try to move my clit over her mouth, and she pinches my nipples. I stutter to a halt, and her tongue goes back to licking out my pussy. I'm going to enjoy watching my husband fuck the calm out of her. One of the things I married him for was the size of his cock. I have seen him bring other girls to tears, and that was before he buried himself inside them for thirty mins at a time. Thirty ass bouncing, body shaking, cry moaning, swear shouting minu...

Another Tuesday in. Another wonderful, pussy wetting Tuesday in. I walked into the living room, and my girlfriend was already naked and waiting for me. She sat up and opened her legs before reaching out with the remote to turn off the tv and patting the spot in front of her for me to take a seat. Taylor reached out with both of her hands when I was closer to grab the bottom end of my polo dress. I didn’t bother wearing a bra or panties. I never do when I get home. It just takes that much longer for the sexy times to start, and frankly, I hate wearing them. As I sink down into my designated seat, she pulls the dress up my body and over my head to toss it aside before leaning her body closer to mine. Taylor kissed my neck in appreciation before she started to rub my nipples with one hand and my pussy with the other. She knew the right amount of pressure to use when rubbing my clit. I held her waist as I kissed my way across her face to arrive at her lips. We kissed and moaned ...

“You have to learn how to concentrate and do your work while in school,” Ms. Mook said as she continued to rub my clit through my panties. I looked down at the worksheet in front of me as I covered my mouth to hold in a moan. “You have only solved the first three problems. You still have twelve more to go,” she pointed out as I tried to focus my eyes. “Ms. Mook, can you go a bit slower please?” I pleaded. I knew that I was going to come soon if she didn’t slow down, never mind stop, then it would just be harder to concentrate with my pussy covered in cum. “No. I’m going as fast as I always do. You need to stop dreaming of boys in class and get your work done,” she told me. “You will do your work before you go home and I won’t stop until your work is completed,” she stated as she started to rub fresh cum over my flesh. I shook and bit my hand as a loud moan escaped. Maybe I should let her tire herself out, and then I could do the work when she’s recovering… “AH!” I moaned fully out...

I don’t remember how it got started, but dad said that we had to learn to do it right so he could fuck us. I do remember the many nights he would sit in the chair in the corner of our room and watch us practice as he slowly pulled on his cock. In the beginning, he would tell us what to do. Tricks to get the job done, but almost too soon he went silent and made us learn what would work on each other. To come up with something new on our own. We would switch out each night so we both had equal time and chances to get it right and get eaten out. If he came before whoever was on the bottom did, we would do the next night again. This was the clit nibbler’s punishment. Her sister got off. Her dad got off, but she wasn’t allowed to because she wasn’t fast enough. She wasn’t good enough. Yet. And so we would do it over and over again until the pussy sucker got their sister off before dad popped his load. That is when the cunt licker got fucked and everyone came. === I could have s...

I was walking back into my bedroom when I heard moaning coming from the direction of my bed. I knew Trisha, my dear wife, was in the sunroom. I just left her there getting her pussy licked by one of the male maids. My boys had their rooms to entertain in, and the girls weren’t even at home today. They went into town for a number of errands I was told when we had breakfast this morning. So that only left one real possibility. I walked through my sitting area and peaked around the curtain separating both spaces. My eyes fell on Kasandra and Ellen as they rolled around in a bed that they were suppose to be changing the sheets of. “Earl Renmont. Earl Renmont, Earl Renmont,” they moaned over and over again as they rubbed against each other and into the wet spots I created with my wife and the maid that woke us both up this morning. I watched as they worked their breasts free. As their skirts were lifted out of the way and one pair of panties was tossed aside. They kissed each o...

Something for your mouth to play with while something plays with your pussy. That is all the note said. I found it stuck to my planner in my bag this morning as I sat on the train going in to work. It was in the box for today. Wednesday. Humpday. Our next night. For ten hours, I daydreamed of what could happen to me that night. What would be done to me? I saw vibrates, ball gags, dildos, glass wands. By the time I got home, I had already jilled off four times, in a number of different bathrooms. The last one being in the train station. I had to take the edge off, or I would have come the moment I was touched. I got to the apartment and was a little surprised to find it dark. I must have gotten home first. I walked down the slightly dim hallway. The light coming through the windows was enough for me to see by. I kicked off my shoes next to the others and hung my bag on a hook next to the coat rack. I pulled out my phone before walking to the bedroom to get undressed. I wa...

I always wonder how they can free stand like that when being eaten out. Is the girl holding on to her legs that tightly, or did the artist didn’t think about that? Or, are there more people out there than I realize who can have any kind of sex standing up? You know what would make this better? They were in the middle of the girl’s locker room with the other cheerleaders and they were all standing around watching. And yes, the girl standing would be leaning back against something. A wall, or a locker or door of some kind. So why isn’t there any underwear to be seen here either? Did they not wear any to the game? Was it really a game or just a practice? I’m picking practice. In fact, the coach did this. He said that they weren’t kicking high enough. Acting like they weren’t wearing any underwear. So he made them take them off. Most of them weren’t wearing bras to begin with. Enjoying the few great years before they really needed one. So in some offbeat part ...