Creampie

I watched like Larry pulled his dick out of her pussy and got the sex tube from her desk drawer. He pulled a bunch of slippery stuff out of his new secretary’s hole. Her name was Amy. He rubbed her a little on his cock covered with pussy juice and put her to his asshole. It was an ebony work of art. At 51, she was the oldest that Larry had ever fucked. It was also the first black woman he had fucked. She had about 5'8" and about 130 pounds. With its 38 DD breasts, its slender size and its fairly generous hips Amy was a very curvaceous package. I saw why Larry went after her, after all that she was a carbon copy of me just a little bit more tan. She was currently bent on the back of the leather sofa in her desk. I watched from my office through a closed circuit camera system. I watched him on my 19-inch screen. There’s a hundred dollars in the fall. You see Larry betting me a hundred dollars he’d fuck her in less than two weeks. It was Friday and exactly five days in the betting and I looked like the head of his dick threw himself in his ass. Ass, it was gonna cost me another note. Our stuff was always a hundred per hole. Of course, mouths don’t matter. I was jealous of him right now, while I saw his big white dick disappearing in his black cave. His shaved balls bounced from his pussy lips while he grossly jumped his ass. She started to groan and grow so he could fuck harder. Goddamn it, how could I beat it? I looked at five long exhausting covers Amy’s face and make him white with his cream. She started using her fingers to push the cream in her mouth when Larry stopped her and leaned and started licking her face’s sperm. After he had finished, he kissed her loud and shared her sperm with her.

“Honey, you don’t really think so, do you?” Connie wasted after hearing what he wanted her to do.

“Yes, honey, I really do. You said you asked yourself what it would be, okay, I want you to know it.” He told her to look in her eyes.

She couldn’t believe it. She only mentioned it a few times, fantasizing with him and now he told him that he wanted her to do it so that she knew and didn’t wonder. Should she? She wasn’t so sure. What would he feel and do if she did it while he looked. It was one of the demands that he could monitor her.

Since she had the day off, they were going to have lunch. She opened the closet to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtle neck, sweater - wait a minute!

She shook her reflection in the mirror, an idea forming in her mind. A little tingle started in her pussy, and she put the clothes in the closet. A little seduction was in order, she decided. And she should get dressed accordingly.

A neighbor with two girls (18 & 20) fought with them and threw them both out of the house. Heather, eighteen years old, had made babysitting for us several times, and is practically considered one of the family. When we found that she had nowhere to go, we invited her to stay with us until she had an apartment. His eldest sister moved in with one of her girlfriends.

Needless to say with a voluptuous girl 14 years my junior, my thoughts began to wander. My eyes were not particularly concerned about how she sat or sat on the house. I was able to turn off the beautiful nipples of her breasts and see how incredibly well formed the firm cheeks of her butt! Sometimes it would run through the house with nothing but a towel, and it would be held a little too high. The view of his ass and hair covering what every man desires began to drive me wild.

I’ve been working for a big computer company for a year and a half. Being a trainee here was a great experience for me. I learned a lot to support computer systems (this is what I had to learn because I’m not a major CS). Since I have been intervening here, many other trainees have come and gone. Some I really liked, while others I was happy to avoid. Most of the other trainees came from regional colleges, but there was a couple here and there from high school. Most of them were in different departments, however. Even so, there is a comaradry among the “grunts” as we surname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.

Jim couldn’t believe what his wife said, Jenny. How could she say that? How could she want to do something like she said she wanted them to do. For three years they’ve been married, he thought their love life had been great. Now her loving wife told her she wanted them to change.

She came to bed a week ago and after a short period of love, she told her that she thought their sex life was becoming routine and boring.

Charlie wanted what he was gonna do. Either way, he was gonna fuck his neighbor, Jill. He tried to get him through persuasion, but she had politely rejected him. She hadn’t been crazy, she just smiled at her and told her that she really enjoyed what he said to her, but that she was married and that she was only going to bed with her husband.

It’s unless her husband asks her to go with him and another man, but it was something she knew he would never do.

How things change with every decade that passes us goodbye. I was born in the late 1950s and grew up as a rock music magnet and long hairy strips of the time. I grew up when the girls wore short mini skirts and pants were more than a rarity so the standard if you want to look at the guys. My parents had their hands full of me, but I never really caused them pain until I was 17. I remember I was in Grade 11 and he was in Spring break. At the time, I had never heard of the great adventures of Spring break that today’s children know well. All I knew was that we had a few weeks off and I wanted to do something fun instead of sitting and letting go for two weeks. He was my best friend Kelly who brought me the paper that would eventually change my whole life. In the entertainment section was a review that one of my favorite bands of all time would play in our convention center room on Saturday night that was exactly halfway through the Spring break holiday.

Ted and Janie didn’t plan what happened at the last wake-up. They didn’t plan to bring the New Year An as they did.

They haven’t been to a New Year’s party for years. Since their oldest daughter, Ellie was twelve, they decided that she could baby sit their two young girls, Tina, nine and Kandy, five. Of course they told her they’d pay her. They felt it was fair, because they could be out most of the night and after all it was the awakening of years.

It was too obvious.

But I stopped. I haven’t taken a autostop since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to order my car at the knife point.

I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair whipping on your face in the wind. When I get closer, I can see your faint cuts, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass whip invitably.