Black Tailed Jack Rabbit
As Michelle and Rico recuperated from their orgasmic bliss it was apparent that THIS was THE night!! Michelle was at long last going to lose her virginity. Just the thought of it made her nipples stand up with excitement.
We crossed safely, but I was soon aware of the sound of a motor behind us and the flashing blue light, a little snow plow behind us on the sidewalk. "Here. Over here", and I guided her into the doorway of a shop where we huddled as the beast went by.
"No, not at all"
"Why do they smell like cum."
Paul was beside himself. "OK!"
"Hurry darling," She would urge as she looked back over her shoulders, watching him stroking the hard young cheeks of her arse and fingering her hairy cunt.
She started crying, tears running down her face. "Please take me, I want you so bad, do what ever it takes, but don't stop until I am yours. DON'T STOP!"
"There's a woman on the phone and she's really mad and she wants to speak only with you and…"
I met Paul about two weeks later. We married that summer. Soon enough I was the happily the wife in the suburbs, my past like all good pasts firmly behind me. I fitted neatly into the life of the earnest soccer mom and my marriage was as good as most. Our sex life limped along and neither of us seemed very concerned to make much more of it. This changed when we bought a computer for home and hooked it up to the internet. Paul's fantasy of seeing me sexually involved with someone else took shape. He joined web sites devoted to this theme. He introduced the idea to our love-making. I was deeply torn by this. On the one hand it kindled the old erotic feelings, while on the other I was concerned for the stability of my marriage. Paul pushed to make fantasy and play into reality but I resisted and it became a source of real tension between us.
"Watch me come." With that her hand stopped its frantic motion on her clit, she opened herself to me. I could see the walls of her pussy contract, I could see viscous liquid filling her hole as she came. She now needed penetration and rammed two fingers into her spasiming pussy. She now fucked herself hard, her moans came from deep within her throat as her fingers slurped in and out of her come filled pussy. My cock was now harder than it had ever been, I was more excited than I had ever been, this woman was beautiful and her orgasm now lifted her to a new level. She came down from her orgasm panting gently. Her breathing returned to normal. Her hand was out of her pussy and her soaked fingers were gently massaging her swollen and still aroused clit. " That was fucking beautiful" I gasped, "I'm glad you enjoyed it I'm also glad you managed to control yourself."
'Wow Trish, you do have it together. I'm glad to be here with you. This should be a fun evening.'
"I know, Katie. Truth is, I'm nervous too. But I'd also love to see you naked and I know I'll love whatever I see."
I drove very slowly to the hotel. As I parked the car I was trembling with excitement. My pussy was almost leaking. I went into the hotel and registered. The time was 1.10. I had arranged to meet Alvin at 1.20 in the bar. I poked my head round the corner and saw him sitting at the bar already. I walked over to him, visibly shaking. He stood up and we shook hands. He was very good looking. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'm a happily married woman, only ever had sex with my husband, and here I was meeting a 28 year old black man for an afternoon of sex. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But I wasn't dreaming, I knew that. Alvin was smartly dressed and wearing cream trousers. I found myself looking down at them to see if I could see an outline of his cock. He saw me looking and said, 'I can assure you its down there and ready to go'. I smiled and said, 'Good'. He bought me a glass of wine and we sat at the bar and chatted for a few minutes. I felt his knee in between mine and I opened my legs for him. I was sure I could smell my pussy juices and wondered if Alvin could too.
"You look incredible in that," Ken growled softly, his voice quivering with arousal.
She sighed again, "No, I want you to stay. We are going to try this again. I told you I would teach you."
"Good," she said right before gliding her tongue along the shaft. He let out a large moan as he entered her mouth. He wasn't in the mood for too much foreplay. He felt he had already done that in his car. He wanted to fuck her and fuck her NOW. Even if, for now, that meant her mouth. He held her head and plunged inside her. He could feel the back of her throat as she deep-throated him.
There I was standing in a strange kitchen naked with another man also naked behind me with his hands on my hips and a hard dick touching the top of my crack. We stood there motionless for a time. I thought 'he's waiting for me'. Without further thought I bend over straddling my legs a little and grabbing my ankles. He stepped back a little, but still holding my thighs with both hands.
He said, "Take a breath." I took a deep breath, and with His hand locked into my hair, pushed my head under the water, and held it there. He fucked my ass harder, as I struggled to get up from the water. About 15 seconds passed before he pulled my head up. Water splashed everywhere, as I gasped for breath. Robert still fucking my ass.
Finally, she decided that it was time. She took about 3 inches in her mouth, sucking and nipping on the head of my cock, her hand stroking it faster and faster. That was all it took, and we both moaned as the first stream of cock juice erupted in her mouth. Jet after jet of creamy sperm filled her mouth, and a little dripped from the side of her lips. But, she kept most of it in her mouth!
Spying her only checked bag, she effortlessly grabbed the handles and pulled it off the baggage carousel. Craig took it from her and asked if she had any others despite knowing that she always packed light. Once she confirmed that his old instincts weren't wrong, he led her to the parking garage.
This horribly ugly, old hag was transformed into a stunning, sensuous, feminine beauty. A mane of long, golden blonde hair now cascaded onto her shoulders and down her back. Her complexion was flawless as if she were a porcelain doll, and the features of her face were radiantly beautiful. Gone were the crooked, rotted teeth, and in their place were perfect, straight white ones that would form a sweet, radiant smile framed by tender, pouty, red lips. Her large doe-like eyes were deep, sparkling blue and possessed a look of gentle innocence and wonder. Her smooth, slender neck led down to her two perfect, full, round breasts which nearly spilled out over the plunging neckline of a tiny, black dress. The skin tight dress clung to every inch of her body, especially her sleek waist and womanly hips and ass, while the hem barely came down to the middle of her thighs. It did conceal the lace bands of the sheer black seamed stockings that adorned her long, exquisite legs. Her statuesque figure and shapely legs were accentuated even more by the simple yet utterly feminine, black leather, stilletto-heeled pumps on her feet. Her hands, once so gnarled, were now soft and smooth, with long, delicate fingers and sculpted deep red fingernails. Where only moments ago stood a hideous, repulsive old woman, now was a breathtakingly beautiful young woman.
We crossed safely, but I was soon aware of the sound of a motor behind us and the flashing blue light, a little snow plow behind us on the sidewalk. "Here. Over here", and I guided her into the doorway of a shop where we huddled as the beast went by.
"No, not at all"
"Why do they smell like cum."
Paul was beside himself. "OK!"
"Hurry darling," She would urge as she looked back over her shoulders, watching him stroking the hard young cheeks of her arse and fingering her hairy cunt.
She started crying, tears running down her face. "Please take me, I want you so bad, do what ever it takes, but don't stop until I am yours. DON'T STOP!"
"There's a woman on the phone and she's really mad and she wants to speak only with you and…"
I met Paul about two weeks later. We married that summer. Soon enough I was the happily the wife in the suburbs, my past like all good pasts firmly behind me. I fitted neatly into the life of the earnest soccer mom and my marriage was as good as most. Our sex life limped along and neither of us seemed very concerned to make much more of it. This changed when we bought a computer for home and hooked it up to the internet. Paul's fantasy of seeing me sexually involved with someone else took shape. He joined web sites devoted to this theme. He introduced the idea to our love-making. I was deeply torn by this. On the one hand it kindled the old erotic feelings, while on the other I was concerned for the stability of my marriage. Paul pushed to make fantasy and play into reality but I resisted and it became a source of real tension between us.
"Watch me come." With that her hand stopped its frantic motion on her clit, she opened herself to me. I could see the walls of her pussy contract, I could see viscous liquid filling her hole as she came. She now needed penetration and rammed two fingers into her spasiming pussy. She now fucked herself hard, her moans came from deep within her throat as her fingers slurped in and out of her come filled pussy. My cock was now harder than it had ever been, I was more excited than I had ever been, this woman was beautiful and her orgasm now lifted her to a new level. She came down from her orgasm panting gently. Her breathing returned to normal. Her hand was out of her pussy and her soaked fingers were gently massaging her swollen and still aroused clit. " That was fucking beautiful" I gasped, "I'm glad you enjoyed it I'm also glad you managed to control yourself."
'Wow Trish, you do have it together. I'm glad to be here with you. This should be a fun evening.'
"I know, Katie. Truth is, I'm nervous too. But I'd also love to see you naked and I know I'll love whatever I see."
I drove very slowly to the hotel. As I parked the car I was trembling with excitement. My pussy was almost leaking. I went into the hotel and registered. The time was 1.10. I had arranged to meet Alvin at 1.20 in the bar. I poked my head round the corner and saw him sitting at the bar already. I walked over to him, visibly shaking. He stood up and we shook hands. He was very good looking. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'm a happily married woman, only ever had sex with my husband, and here I was meeting a 28 year old black man for an afternoon of sex. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But I wasn't dreaming, I knew that. Alvin was smartly dressed and wearing cream trousers. I found myself looking down at them to see if I could see an outline of his cock. He saw me looking and said, 'I can assure you its down there and ready to go'. I smiled and said, 'Good'. He bought me a glass of wine and we sat at the bar and chatted for a few minutes. I felt his knee in between mine and I opened my legs for him. I was sure I could smell my pussy juices and wondered if Alvin could too.
"You look incredible in that," Ken growled softly, his voice quivering with arousal.
She sighed again, "No, I want you to stay. We are going to try this again. I told you I would teach you."
"Good," she said right before gliding her tongue along the shaft. He let out a large moan as he entered her mouth. He wasn't in the mood for too much foreplay. He felt he had already done that in his car. He wanted to fuck her and fuck her NOW. Even if, for now, that meant her mouth. He held her head and plunged inside her. He could feel the back of her throat as she deep-throated him.
There I was standing in a strange kitchen naked with another man also naked behind me with his hands on my hips and a hard dick touching the top of my crack. We stood there motionless for a time. I thought 'he's waiting for me'. Without further thought I bend over straddling my legs a little and grabbing my ankles. He stepped back a little, but still holding my thighs with both hands.
He said, "Take a breath." I took a deep breath, and with His hand locked into my hair, pushed my head under the water, and held it there. He fucked my ass harder, as I struggled to get up from the water. About 15 seconds passed before he pulled my head up. Water splashed everywhere, as I gasped for breath. Robert still fucking my ass.
Finally, she decided that it was time. She took about 3 inches in her mouth, sucking and nipping on the head of my cock, her hand stroking it faster and faster. That was all it took, and we both moaned as the first stream of cock juice erupted in her mouth. Jet after jet of creamy sperm filled her mouth, and a little dripped from the side of her lips. But, she kept most of it in her mouth!
Spying her only checked bag, she effortlessly grabbed the handles and pulled it off the baggage carousel. Craig took it from her and asked if she had any others despite knowing that she always packed light. Once she confirmed that his old instincts weren't wrong, he led her to the parking garage.
This horribly ugly, old hag was transformed into a stunning, sensuous, feminine beauty. A mane of long, golden blonde hair now cascaded onto her shoulders and down her back. Her complexion was flawless as if she were a porcelain doll, and the features of her face were radiantly beautiful. Gone were the crooked, rotted teeth, and in their place were perfect, straight white ones that would form a sweet, radiant smile framed by tender, pouty, red lips. Her large doe-like eyes were deep, sparkling blue and possessed a look of gentle innocence and wonder. Her smooth, slender neck led down to her two perfect, full, round breasts which nearly spilled out over the plunging neckline of a tiny, black dress. The skin tight dress clung to every inch of her body, especially her sleek waist and womanly hips and ass, while the hem barely came down to the middle of her thighs. It did conceal the lace bands of the sheer black seamed stockings that adorned her long, exquisite legs. Her statuesque figure and shapely legs were accentuated even more by the simple yet utterly feminine, black leather, stilletto-heeled pumps on her feet. Her hands, once so gnarled, were now soft and smooth, with long, delicate fingers and sculpted deep red fingernails. Where only moments ago stood a hideous, repulsive old woman, now was a breathtakingly beautiful young woman.
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