I didn’t tell anyone Brunette but went to Jim’s house anyway because, because Kevin was taking care of the mail and Jim’s dog while he was away. So Kevin and I had some fun. On the way to see Kevin I was already hot and dripping when I went inside. Jim, you see, never got close to fucking me even though my body ached for a real fucking. Dogs were fun and wanking Jim was fun, getting his come all over my arm, seeing him get stiff and then limp…telling me to stop because he couldn’t take it any more. But I was still longing for the real thing. Jim was nice and had his “standards” as he told me, often, but I had my own “standards” and I wanted a real fucking. By this time I was old enough to start taking the pill. I went to that handsome doctor who had first “examined” me and got a prescription. I was old enough sensual and it was all routine for doctors but he had a glint in his eye when I told him what I wanted. “I guess you’re graduating from horses to ‘horsing around.’” erotic he said. “No, I told him,” though I was blushing, “it’s not that.” But I left it there. It was none of his business. I had been on the pill for several weeks when Jim went on vacation and I dreamed of what real fucking might be like…up to that point it was pussy hair brushes and other things, dogs licking me to climax, but my mind and body wanted more and I was determined to get what I wanted. All these sexual things in my life and reading magazines that were full of desi stuff about sex and orgasm, how women had trouble with sex and coming and there were all kinds of things they should do or needed to do; what food to eat, where to have sex, when to have it and all these techniques and such as that. I didn’t understand the problems they were having. Maybe there was something wrong with me? I didn’t need the magazines or the advice, it was just how I felt, and it was so easy to relax and to feel and to be licked or stroking myself without hang-ups, which is what the articles called it I was hung up on wanting sex…hung up on enjoying it…that was my indian hang up…I couldn‘t get enough.. “Hi Kevin,” I said as I went inside, wondering, was this the afternoon? Kevin was drinking some wine and offered me a glass. It went coolly down my throat right to my waist, my naked waist, tingling. We went out to the yard and sat on the swing. Kevin’s dog was there along with Jim’s and both of them started sniffing. It was like they knew the routine and of course I pushed them away a couple times, making them eager, our little game and they were ready to play!. I could see Kevin’s cock rising in his shorts and thought he probably was ready for another wanking but I just sat there with him in the swing, moving back and forth, my dress down over my knees. Playing coy like one magazine had advised. I think Kevin knew this afternoon I had something different on my mind. “Jim has standards,” I told him. Kevin replied: “Yes, I know. He’s told me the two of you and his ‘standards.’ He’s a good man and you’re a good girl.” I nodded and we moved on the swing. I let the words sink in and Kevin’s dick was at full mast in the pretty garden, the dogs on the patio, and a little more wine. He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. And when I made a move to take the case back out, she asked me if I had a supply at my barracks, and I replied that I did. Chasni indian remarked, still looking just a little bit confused. “I had a bad break up in high school, but you know… it was just a high school thing.” "I don't give a fuck about you vomiting! Oh my God! My ovaries drank in the sensation of plunging again and again into her juicy snatch. desi " She had forced her thick, veiny.. He pulls up my dress over my boob and looks at me. I see sadness in his eyes. We found this really nice beach and Lucy wanted to go for a swim. “I love you. I loved seeing her engorged clitoris, practically begging for me to play with it with my tongue. I am a good looking guy and she is a knockout short maybe 4’10 short legs Beautiful teardrop ass that hangs low and baseball size tits that point up ! Long dark brown hair lose curls and a little bit of a lazy eye not much just enough to make her look sexy as Brunette hell ! We talk about maybe trying something like swinging or threesomes.I told her I would love to see her get fucked with a big cock because I am well below average in size.I want to see her face as she struggles to take a big dick ! She said she would try it because she had erotic never had anything that big going in her but she had big babies coming out! The wind was blowing, and checking behind her, she could see a steady stream of water moving fast down her street like a river, 2 feet deep. My in-laws and the two wives had sensual drinks or wine while the rest of us continued our celebration with soft drinks. Her pussy face locked in a look of cautious pain as she took in this new kind of being filled and subjugated. I do not want an all-out war with the magic dimension and our family. “June, Lily, come here!” I shouted, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.