"How does it work, just kiss me or something?" Melissa kissed me softly on the lips, traces of my own cum still there from the blowjob she'd blowjob woken me with. "It's just as well I love you, you do that on purpose don't you, leave a little on your lips so I taste it." I said with a smile. "I don't know what you mean my love, maybe you cum so much I can't swallow it all." I looked up at the beautiful woman riding me when she'd got me hard again. I had the perfect life, a beautiful woman on my arm and I wondered how on earth I got so lucky...... x A "Great" Guy...the Bastard Growing up by phyllisroger He walked along side after school was out...me with my splendid profile, I thought, and what did I know...we were teenagers after all...each of us at stages of development in school...but I erotic was ahead of the class, in History, too...but you know what I mean. I was the magnet of the boys, mostly immature...admiring me and a few other girls from afar...I was lucky...my breasts were easily the nicest at school...it was a silent thing we all knew...mine were the best and the others were trying to catch up. What breasts meant we weren't sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were the key to a boy's heart, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, school was out and we were all on our way sensual home...one guy sort of tagged along with me, down the lane, toward my house..."Hey," he said to me. "Hey, back" I said...and we walked along. I noticed it was just us two..."Come on!" he said and pushed me to the side..."Stop," I said..."Why?" "I don't know, just stop!" I said. Well, as guys do, or don't, he didn't stop and pushed me to the side...down along a side street and then down to the ground..."Come on," he said..."Let me go," I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred hands...I didn't know a guy could have so many hands and they were all on me. I said, "Stop" again but he didn't. As I was developing, I naturally admired my breasts...my early self-examinations...and checked them out without end...each curve and shape as they grew...the folds, tried different bras, checked the nipples which were sensitive and responsive...and here was this guy with one hundred hands exploring...it was different than self-examination...my nipples were hard before asian he grabbed...and I turned at him when he was there...his mouth on mine..."You are a little tease," he said...."I've watched interracial you parading around for us..." Maybe I had and he was all over me..."Stop this" I said and sat up and he pushed me down..."Let me go," I squirmed in his hands and he let me up and I went home...pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra straps...he had gotten me...the bastard...my face was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over...feeling, exploring---two hands, ten massage fingers--not the rough hundred handed boy--I was still aflame with the moment, nipples hard and sensitive to my touch, my flesh had goose bumps but I petted myself down, smoothing my tummy and my little hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed, still catching my breath, the house quiet, the front door double locked. My thighs were so very smooth but my hands were setting me on fire. I couldn't keep them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my waist...slow movement, squeezing, releasing, my little lips and fingers, I was breathing in deeply, flexing, lying back on the bed, that rude, rough boy, I had escaped in time...in time for this! My feet were up now, and spread apart, thinking of him pushing me down, grabbing at my breasts, but he hadn't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH!..special spot, where my fingers were probing and stroking...what if he had done that...This was too much for me and my legs sprang together, holding my fingers...too, intense...too good for words. My legs pushed my fingers inside. I opened them again...thought of all this...his hundred hands hadn't gotten at my waist...he might have made me come! He could have fucked me...could have... I avoided that rude boy after the time in the alley. Made sure I got home early for some self-examination. Then one afternoon I stayed late at school to see my teacher for a writing evaluation...it was almost dark outside when our meeting began. I entered the classroom and there he sat...English was a bore and writing a chore and a passing grade was barely in sight for me...I walked to his desk. He looked up, "Hi!" he said. "I was going over your paper. I had noticed that the coats they were wearing seemed like that was all they were wearing, just flowing against their bodies. “Who was it?” he asked. Fatima was always an independent woman who firmly believed she was equal to men and always opted to be in control of every situation. I savored her musk mixing with the spice of her pussy juices soaking over my mouth. “Told you, I bought that for her, actually, she picked it out just for you.” Allysa sighed as I massage looked back at her. What the hell was going on? As Brad slipped on his swim trunks, she picked up her bikini top and interracial bottom and her cover up. I got back a family, I got back asian a father and a new sister but they….,” Guy points off in a direction and just shakes his arm and head,” They took from me what is mine and I wanted it back so badly I didn’t expect them to break the rules.” While he grunted, she cried out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the feeling up being baptized in her sensual Master’s seed, and of succeeding in pleasuring him. “Are you still convinced that I should... cooperate with the government and turn off the machine? “So I win,” Kelly realized, letting out a bitter chuckle. is this is going to be bad. “Not tonight ladies, if you get started on that you’ll be late to bed, very late; leave it until tomorrow will you? "Husband," Naci started as she finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Do you?” I sighed making her moan and press her head against mine. "We've the entire system that holds it isolated, containment is holding steady." “Damn Baby!” I said. Now then," I started as I saw his mother exit the mage house walking up to the two of us. “Katie was a worthless bitch of a daughter, she was good for nothing but making men hard and leaving them hanging.” The dream was incredible. When I was able to, I turned over for the guys to be able to do my front. When she still did not appear, it suddenly erotic became clear, what she was hinting by pointing at her bedroom in the morning. "Sorry dad." After a few seconds, she pulls back and sexually Smiles at him. Briefly I thought about Dakota being the personal sex assistant to Bob and Melanie. “I think that would be really fucking cool.” Olivia replied, passing the joint back to Phil. When my cock touched her pussy she jumped back a bit. His hair was greasy. I feel like I am suddenly losing control of myself. Especially holding hands. "Amazing, isn't it?" said a voice behind me. When the neighbour had pulled away, he pulled up and parked out front and waited a few more minutes. I then also bent down and put my mouth to Mary’s pussy. Statuettes and more complete pieces of art rested on pedestals. He pulled out and another guy took his place. By the time the game was over I nearly ran into the locker room. Her puss puss felt absolutely and completely stuffed full of his cock. “Ummphh!” Dora moans into the kisses. I'm always willing to try anything once. We fucked like that for about blowjob twenty min