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“There is something else I would like to suck,” I said, placing my hands on
her hips and pulling her lower body into mine, hoping she would get the
hint.
My ploy worked. Immediately, I felt Beth’s hands press downward on my
shoulders. “Kneel!” she commanded.
Who was I to disobey such an order? I fell to my knees like a wounded
deer, still holding on to her supple hips. Her skirt-covered abdomen was
now inches from my face. The blue denim called to me. As I felt Beth’s
hand press lightly on the back of my head, I moved my face forward and
planted my still eager lips right over her pubis, pressing into her skirt
with my chin.
“Yes!” she cried as I started chomping on the denim, dry-eating her.
I was really turned on now. My hands moved from her hips downward,
along her tightly stretched skirt, until they came to rest on the backs of
her knees. As usual, she wore no stockings. I had told her long ago that
bare legs turned me on. She pressed her pubis against my mouth as my hands
began their upward trek, this time along the satiny softness of the backs
of her thighs. In the process, I was slowly pushing her skirt higher.

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As I gently bit the nipple pf her left breast, I worked my fingers
beneath the strap that ran from cup to cup in the front of her bra and
moved my fingers beneath the cotton until I found the softness her other
breast. How could I mind if these mounds were only cupcake-sized? They
were sensitive to the Nth degree, especially her nipples, which I loved to
suckle like a baby.
“It’s a lot more pleasurable if you suck on the real thing,” she said,
reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp which held the bra in
place. I felt it loosen over my hand, so I pushed it upward, baring her
breasts, and let it mingle with the sweater still bunched above her chest.
Immediately, I clamped my lips on an available nipple and sucked greedily,
deriving my own pleasure just listening to the soft moans my efforts were
causing.

“Let them find something nice to do. I’ve already found it.”
“I guess you have,” she whispered sexily, frenching me with her tongue
and bringing her hand to the back of my neck, gently scratching me there
with her fingernails as I boldly moved my fingers lower and cupped her
pubis through the blue denim skirt.
“That’s nice,” she sighed, breaking kiss and moving her cheek next to
mine, gaining access to my super-sensitive ears. She took the opportunity
to blow soft, warm air into my left ear, sending chills all over my body.
“Blow in my ear and….”
“And you’ll fuck my brains out,” she interrupted.
“That’s a promise,” I said.
“I’ll hold you to it,” she whispered, breathing her words against my
ear.
Her buttocks were pressed tightly against the counter. Her legs were
opened as wide as the somewhat tight denim would allow. When the tip of
her tongue found ear canal to its liking, I nearly busted my gourd.
I moved both of my hands to the bottom of her sweater which lay
loosely around her waist and, in one quick motion, pulled the soft wool
over her girlish breasts, exposing the plain white cotton bra. She was
never one for really fancy underthings. Someday I would teach her how to
dress sexily underneath her dignified exterior.

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“You’re sure you didn’t come,” she said, sliding her body down mine
until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged cock.
“Good,” she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and
lowering her mouth over me, her lips shaped in the familiar ‘O’. She took
the penis into her, sucking it slightly.
“That feels good!” I sighed.
She stopped sucking for a moment. “Don’t be afraid,” she husked.
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid of coming in my mouth,” she whispered just before lowering her
head over me once more and enveloping me with her warmth.
It didn’t take long for her magic to work. She couldn’t have bobbed
her head up and down on me for more than a deliciously sweet minute. I
didn’t tell her I was coming; I just let it happen, spilling my seed into
her as she swallowed each and every drop.
The very next afternoon Beth was washing her hands at the kitchen sink
when I came up behind her and pressed myself into her rear, putting my
hands up underneath her sweater, feeling and gently squeezing her breasts
through the thin cotton bra.

She looked down between her own spread legs to the still writhing
Beth. Her brow was more furrowed than before. Sexual excitement flushed
her face. “Do me!” she ordered.

Beth looked up at the splayed, wide-open sex. She had never even
thought of doing it to someone of her own sex, but Ellen had removed every
inhibition she had known in the last half-hour. She literally dragged her
exhausted body to a kneeling position between Ellen’s invitingly opened
legs and plunged her head between them. Ellen bucked her hips upward,
forcing her steaming crotch into Beth’s face. Beth gave her all, shaking
her head from side to side, then up and down, fighting to get her lips and
tongue into every nook and cranny of Ellen’s sex.

Not too long ago I decided to have my wife, Marsha, put on an exhibitionist
act at the local strip club. Since Marsha is also my slave, she listened
intently as I laid out the plans of her act.
The night came a week later, and there were about 20 guys in the audience.
Marsha was the third […]

After the play. We get into the cab. He has secretly told the
cabdriver to drive somewhere (however far the money will last). He
slowly begins kissing my neck and his hand on my knee slowly working
up my thigh. I can feel the heat from the passion and rest my hand
near his bulge. With his free hand, he slowly begins to unbare my
shoulder as his kisses move down my neck. The other hand begins to
feel a slight wetness.

My hand goes into his pants where I can feel how hard and hot he
really is. He wants to take it out right now, but I say no because
the cab driver is watching us. So, I give him the address to my
place.