1. Joan #8 part II, Savannah


    Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: ckbres, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    We woke up the next morning still horny and happy after the night we spent with Hank and Jim. Joan was fiddling with my cock and I was getting hard. She straddled my face and licked my prick - 69 for breakfast. Joan tasted like sex and pee. Cum was still hidden in the folds of her cunt and I pushed my tongue deeply in her. I sucked and slurped and enjoyed every inch of her labia. Her clit was still sensitive and I gently blew on it and tapped it with my tongue. She squirmed around shifting all over my face. Joan swallowed my cock into her warm and inviting mouth. She grabbed the base of my cock and stroked and tugged it until I was moaning. She hummed while sucking me sending erotic vibrations through my cock. Joan stuck a finger in my ass reaching for my prostate gland, then began ass fucking me with her fingers. We were rapidly approaching the point of no return. Joan came first, grinding her cunt on my face and showering me with her secretions. She moaned loudly, "Ohhh Fuck, suck, cunt, cunt, Oh my fucking God." Her words triggered my ejaculation and while I was coming she rubbed my prick all over her face and neck. I pumped stream after stream onto her. As they say, she got a pearl necklace. We both gasped at this wonderful start to our day. We had room service breakfast, unfortunately it wasn't Jim who delivered it. Joan did flash her tits at the waiter when he came into the room. I went to the conference to work. Joan hadn't made up her mind as to what she was going to ...
    do. My work that day was brutal. I really looked forward to dinner and an evening with Joan. We ate that night at Tubby's Seafood. The fresh catch of the day was delicious and we were seated at an outdoor table right beside the river. We watched the tugboats go by and enjoyed our meal. Joan told me about her day. She spent a lot of time in music stores looking for vinyl of old Johnny Mercer songs. He was one of Savanna's most famous sons. Johnny Mercer wrote over 1500 songs, some of them the most romantic of all time: Autumn Leaves, That Old Black Magic, Moon River, too many to list. He won academy awards and had huge success in show business. Somehow he has just faded from music memory. After dinner we went back to Club 306 West, but this time we went to the more raucous upstairs bar. Last night we had seen a poster outside the bar announcing a "Dance on the bar in your bikini" contest. Joan was wearing a loose T-shirt that showed quite a bit of side boob and Daisy Dukes shorts that showed the bottom of her cheeks. Underneath she wore her scandalous bikini. I said to Joan, "You wouldn't dare dance in that bikini." She smiled and said, "You'll just have to wait and see." We got to the bar and it was full of people. Many of the young women had already stripped down to their bikinis. There were some very hot women there in very tiny bikinis. The music was throbbing and people danced everywhere. I settled Joan at a high top table and went to get drinks. The bar was very crowded ...
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