Monday, September 04, 2006

Orthodontics For Adults Chat

We French kissed some more and lay in each others arms. Preparing to clean up, I reached for a wet wash cloth that I keep in a jar during my sail trips, but she stopped me. She said, "Let me do this." Then she proceeded to lick my balls and soft cock clean. As she licked, I got hard again, which was clearly her purpose. Once I was hard, she turned over on to all fours and stuck her ass in the air. Her pussy hung down between her legs like a rose colored invitation. I mounted her doggie style and we pumped a good fuck, varying rhythm from slow to hard, fast and deep. She liked me slapping my pelvis against her ass as I pumped. Her rump and sides ripple would shake like jelly every time I slapped home a deep thrust. It was pleasurable and we worked into a good rhythm. I saw her close her eyes and shudder on two particularly deep thrusts. That keyed my loins to cum again. I pushed so deep that I could feel the lips of her cunt push against the sack of my balls and moisten the pubic hair around the base of my shaft. My cock twitched and I felt the head become super sensitive as I came again. The volume was not as much as the first time, but the sensitivity was unbelievable. I shuddered from the silky friction as I pulled my cock out of her vagina past her engorged vulva. We collapsed and just looked into each other's eyes.

Ten minutes later she walked up to Mandy's door and rang the bell.

Robbie was taking pictures the whole time as Dani knelt between his legs and began to play with his dick. The look on her face when she saw him hard was a great picture, as was the one when she first leaned forward and tasted the slit of his dick with the tip of her tongue. Then she was swirling her tongue all around the head of his cock, licking up and down his shaft, sucking on his balls, until she finally locked her lips around the head of his cock and began lowering her mouth onto him, initially taking almost 6" into her mouth before sliding back and doing it again.

Mike’s hands grabbed my ass and held me tight against his hard body and kissed me. His hands found their way down between my thighs and I could feel his fingers discovering my wetness.

He hits her 40 or 50 times before he stops and reaches in and yanks out the big fat dildo in her cunt. "Just got it primed for me" he taunts then steps behind her and without warning, forces the head of his cock into her pussy. It's tight, because he so big but he doesn't give her any time to get accustomed to it, he takes one breath and slams his entire dick into her cunt. Hard and fast he fucks her, violently and brutally. Digging his fingers into her abused cheeks he rides her like a jack hammer pounding the concrete during rush hour. He reaches over and pushes two meaty fingers into her ass, not even bothering to pull the butt plug out first, "You are such a fucking slut, aren't you, you are getting off on this as much as I am. The more I hurt you, the more you cum. That's lucky for you, I guess, because I plan to hurt you a lot before I'm done"

"Oh My God!" she cried. "It's been so long!"

Jimmy's peeping also grew more daring, causing him to risk being caught on many occasions. He even drilled a hole in the door to the bathroom so that he could watch her take her bath and do other unmentionable things.

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"Yes sir," I said, and heard Michelle burst into a chuckle.

When I woke up it was morning of the first day of classes. Ashlyn was gone. I was alone and naked, sprawled out on my bare mattress. (They hadn’t even given me time to make my bed) I looked up at the alarm clock, it was 9:50, I had a ten o’clock class, and I didn’t even know for sure where it was. I sprang out of bed and began to trifle through my boxes of clothes. It didn’t take long to realize that I wasn’t the first one to have done this today. There was a note on my desk big letters so I wouldn’t miss it.

With a clean shave and the sting of Old Spice on my cheeks, I walked out into the beautiful Texas sunshine. The morning air was clean and crisp in comparison to the California smog I was used to. Hell, out here a man could fill his lungs to full capacity and not get a grabbing pain deep in his chest from the choking smog. I crunched my way across the pebbled driveway towards the motel office. The motel manager gave me a feeble smile as he asked, "Are you Jon in cabin 6?"

"Hi, yes . . .I'm Sabrina," she answered with a small voice. "Thank you for seeing me." He was a very good-looking man, she noticed, and his calm, easy manner helped settle some of the butterflies soaring in her stomach.

All Bob got was another tortured grunt.

As Eric’s mouth wondered south to my nipples, I glanced over at Janice and hubby. Both of them were completely focused on Eric and I, squirming in their chairs, but otherwise seemingly intent on being our audience.

"Well of course, you look fantastic Malcolm, I thought you might like another beer," I say.

The pain was so intense, sooo...pleasurable..."Tina ..you are definitely a freak..this guy is raping you and you scream in sexual desire?" She mentally beats herself for allowing this to happen. His thrusts came hard and pounding. She weakens at each movement. Her gasps become grunts as she feels his cock inside her deepen with each stroke. "Is he getting bigger?" she wonders. Her pussy was wet, slippery and she could feel his cock fill her fully...not just her pussy...but also her whole belly.

"I should go finish this before I go out." She stated. Naturally he figured she meant finish the snack she prepared, not finish the cock that was in her hand!

After surveying my options: stand in the hall and wait for God knows how long; go to the pool and put my body on display; or stand in line in the lobby for (hopefully) a short period of time. I finally settled on option 3. I mustered up all the courage I had, and walked purposefully into the lobby. I got in line (about 5 people ahead of me), holding my towel in front of me, suspecting that anyone could see my butt right through my panties. I felt eyes on me from all directions. And it seemed I was in the slowest moving line. After what seemed like hours, but was really about 10 minutes, I was next. I explained to the gentleman (yes, it had to be all men working the counter that night) that I had locked my key in my room. He took my ID, looked at it, did something on his computer, looked at it again. "Ms. Cxxxxx, I'm sorry but I don't find any reservations under your name."





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