Bukkake

My husband and I always fantasized about me. When we fuck, he would tell me how much he would like me to get fucked by four guys or more at the same time. In return, I told him about the times I fucked before our wedding and he was really excited to hear me describe how their dicks felt going inside me and banging in my mouth and pussy.

I finally left my office and found a job in a club as a barmaid. I would dress as sexy as possible with heels, short skirts, a hose of panties without panties and either dumbbells or blouses through without bra. Every time I served drinks, I made sure to exhibit as much as possible. I had a lot of guys asking me to do all kinds of things, but I never did anything with them. I was going home and I was telling my husband what they had asked me to do and before I knew we were going to fuck and we were both talking about getting fucked. I never fucked anyone before the day we went to the beach.

Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and nine in town. She didn’t make a lot of friends, she said, ‘cause she wasn’t used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we went to work. We stopped at the same stop. Although she was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a deliciously refreshing change of some of the more jaded women I know. Yet, my feelings towards her were not entirely paternal. She was very fine, with short blonde hair and blue eyes that I’ve never seen. Because of its thin light frame, her breasts were small enough. I was looking forward to seeing exactly how small it was. She had 5'8" tall and her legs were beautiful. She looked like a ballerina. The long thin legs disappear in the tightest little round background you can imagine.

Joanna rose along the dark streets while she ran home, her heart beating and the burning lungs of effort. The rubber soles of his sneakers hit the shiny, wet and wet sidewalk of a sudden rain. A few drops were still falling. The girl was grateful for the raindrops that had amortized her hair and her shirt. With luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rain.