Black Women In Thongs
Gently he told me, "You do not have to do that…"
What I did not expect was to hear the sounds of Ted groaning along with her, yet with every "thump" of the bed, that is exactly what I heard. I knew that he was not fucking her, and I doubted very much that she could be stroking him while she came, since she loses control of her body completely when she cums. So he must be groaning from... HER PLEASURE. He was watching her. He was feeling her. He was getting off on my wife cumming. It hurt so much to be locked out for that. So much. "Click."
"What you really mean is that people wouldn't hate me? Why don't you just say it instead of beating around the bush?"
"I hope you don't think I'm a slut or anything but you're a nice guy and I like you. And if you don't mind me saying, you do look really good tonight." I was flattered and glad that I took the time. I leaned down and gave her a light kiss. She took the joint from me and gently butted it in an ashtray. The kiss deepened and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I ran my hands over her little bubble ass and she pulled away.
'FUCK MY PUSSY, Thomas', she repeated.
And then, and then, he had gently placed the wide, silky tip of his dick between my lips and watched as I drew him in, bit by bit, cradling him on my warm tongue. I resisted the urge to nibble on his firm flesh with my teeth and merely grazed lightly, opening a little wider for him.
"Thanks Mary." Cathy took off her coat. Next came her blouse and then her skirt. My eyes once more looked at my daughter. Her bra was a light blue. I could see her nipples. She had a darker blue panties. Lace and I could see her shaved pussy. I swallowed hard as I looked her up and down. She also had on thigh high stockings.
Whispering in my ear she said "I knew you would like this."
"Hey Bob," I said, "Check out your cocksucking wife. She's good at giving head and later this afternoon I'm going to fuck her ass. Did you hear that, girl? I'm going to put my dick inside your ass when my wife gets here…. Sal, you suck dick like a pro."
"Of course. He's a very bad driver." Amanda began to lift her head back and close her eyes. She was finished talking about her scars and accidents and wanted to get back at her exposition for Billy. She was enjoying the thought of him looking at her. Billy decided to just keep quiet and enjoy the view. Amanda brought her hand down to the front of her girdle and began rubbing the tightly stretched material over her abdomen. A pink rose was sewn in the front just below the elastic waistband The girdle had a sheer lace design in front coming to a "V" at her pubic region.. She had a slight bulge at her junction of joy and Billy's eyes were transfixed to beautiful sight before him. He wanted to touch her there, badly. Amanda rubbed herself over her girdle and she moaned and slithered in her seat. Then she reached down with both hands and separated two sides of soft loose material at the heart of her crotch. The girdle had a crotch opening for Amanda's personal convenience. Billy never saw anything like it. This was underwear his grandma wore. Amanda really got into the retro bit, he thought, right down to her nostalgic underwear. He envisioned Amanda sitting on the commode trying to pee out of the opening.
The conversation soon reverted back to our partners, at which point I asked Aggie if she had ever been unfaithful to Ricardo, her partner.
She responded with a moan, arching her hips, trying to guide him into her darkest spot. He slid his finger back and forth over her clit, feeling her arch toward him, wanting, needing more. Finally, he slid his finger into her. Hearing her whimper, he asked her, "Yeah…that's where you want it, isn't it?"
Jenny shook her head in frustration.
This chapter has a lot of background information, but I promise that all of it is relevant.
Melissa resumed her typing, and then Walter's hands slid from her shoulders to her breasts. Melissa was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and there was no bra under her shirt. As Walter was massaging her tits, her nipples instantly got hard, and a tingling sensation formed in her pussy. Melissa stopped typing, and laid her head back and closed her eyes.
Her companion snorted quietly. She understood his incredulity, recognised the twin edge of her reputation. Ever since she had joined the World Wolf Watch, a group seeking to preserve the remaining wild lupine populations throughout the globe, she had gained a reputation among her colleagues as a sort of 'Wolf Whisperer', able to approach packs as if she belonged to them, enticing them to leave a threatened area or not encroach upon cultivated land and risk being hunted. Samantha herself had always remained circumspect about it - the truth would be too much for them to take.
I was sure, too and our thoughts were confirmed a few minutes later when we heard Wendy's voice calling, "Yes, John, yes! Fuck my cunt, oh god, fuck me, fill me, YESSSS!"
What I did not expect was to hear the sounds of Ted groaning along with her, yet with every "thump" of the bed, that is exactly what I heard. I knew that he was not fucking her, and I doubted very much that she could be stroking him while she came, since she loses control of her body completely when she cums. So he must be groaning from... HER PLEASURE. He was watching her. He was feeling her. He was getting off on my wife cumming. It hurt so much to be locked out for that. So much. "Click."
"What you really mean is that people wouldn't hate me? Why don't you just say it instead of beating around the bush?"
"I hope you don't think I'm a slut or anything but you're a nice guy and I like you. And if you don't mind me saying, you do look really good tonight." I was flattered and glad that I took the time. I leaned down and gave her a light kiss. She took the joint from me and gently butted it in an ashtray. The kiss deepened and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I ran my hands over her little bubble ass and she pulled away.
'FUCK MY PUSSY, Thomas', she repeated.
And then, and then, he had gently placed the wide, silky tip of his dick between my lips and watched as I drew him in, bit by bit, cradling him on my warm tongue. I resisted the urge to nibble on his firm flesh with my teeth and merely grazed lightly, opening a little wider for him.
"Thanks Mary." Cathy took off her coat. Next came her blouse and then her skirt. My eyes once more looked at my daughter. Her bra was a light blue. I could see her nipples. She had a darker blue panties. Lace and I could see her shaved pussy. I swallowed hard as I looked her up and down. She also had on thigh high stockings.
Whispering in my ear she said "I knew you would like this."
"Hey Bob," I said, "Check out your cocksucking wife. She's good at giving head and later this afternoon I'm going to fuck her ass. Did you hear that, girl? I'm going to put my dick inside your ass when my wife gets here…. Sal, you suck dick like a pro."
"Of course. He's a very bad driver." Amanda began to lift her head back and close her eyes. She was finished talking about her scars and accidents and wanted to get back at her exposition for Billy. She was enjoying the thought of him looking at her. Billy decided to just keep quiet and enjoy the view. Amanda brought her hand down to the front of her girdle and began rubbing the tightly stretched material over her abdomen. A pink rose was sewn in the front just below the elastic waistband The girdle had a sheer lace design in front coming to a "V" at her pubic region.. She had a slight bulge at her junction of joy and Billy's eyes were transfixed to beautiful sight before him. He wanted to touch her there, badly. Amanda rubbed herself over her girdle and she moaned and slithered in her seat. Then she reached down with both hands and separated two sides of soft loose material at the heart of her crotch. The girdle had a crotch opening for Amanda's personal convenience. Billy never saw anything like it. This was underwear his grandma wore. Amanda really got into the retro bit, he thought, right down to her nostalgic underwear. He envisioned Amanda sitting on the commode trying to pee out of the opening.
The conversation soon reverted back to our partners, at which point I asked Aggie if she had ever been unfaithful to Ricardo, her partner.
She responded with a moan, arching her hips, trying to guide him into her darkest spot. He slid his finger back and forth over her clit, feeling her arch toward him, wanting, needing more. Finally, he slid his finger into her. Hearing her whimper, he asked her, "Yeah…that's where you want it, isn't it?"
Jenny shook her head in frustration.
This chapter has a lot of background information, but I promise that all of it is relevant.
Melissa resumed her typing, and then Walter's hands slid from her shoulders to her breasts. Melissa was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and there was no bra under her shirt. As Walter was massaging her tits, her nipples instantly got hard, and a tingling sensation formed in her pussy. Melissa stopped typing, and laid her head back and closed her eyes.
Her companion snorted quietly. She understood his incredulity, recognised the twin edge of her reputation. Ever since she had joined the World Wolf Watch, a group seeking to preserve the remaining wild lupine populations throughout the globe, she had gained a reputation among her colleagues as a sort of 'Wolf Whisperer', able to approach packs as if she belonged to them, enticing them to leave a threatened area or not encroach upon cultivated land and risk being hunted. Samantha herself had always remained circumspect about it - the truth would be too much for them to take.
I was sure, too and our thoughts were confirmed a few minutes later when we heard Wendy's voice calling, "Yes, John, yes! Fuck my cunt, oh god, fuck me, fill me, YESSSS!"
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