1. From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt. 8


    Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Latina, Oral Sex, School, Teen Female/Teen Female, Author: smwriter213, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    fingering her the way she was. Before she knew it, her legs were shaking and she felt the waves of pleasure roll over her body. Tiffany looked up and noticed Father Joe was watching them from across the street. But it didn’t scare her because he had his thick cock out of his black trousers and was jerking off watching the scene unfold. Pervert! Seeing how turned on the old priest was at watching the two females teens go at it was enough to push Tiffany over the edge. The pleasure she felt rushing over her earlier multiplied tenfold as Mari munched her pussy like it was the Last Supper. “Oh fuck I’m cumming! I’m cuuummmiiinnnggg,” Tiffany moaned. “Oh yeah, cum for me,” Mari said, trying to contain all of the juices that flooded out of Tiffany pussy. It was an insurmountable challenge to taste all of the liquid gold. “Damn, you ate me better than last time,” Tiffany said as she came up for breath. “Father Joe got a good show.” Mari spun around to look at the old man who was running back inside of the small church where his tiny office was held. “Damn perv.” “Forget that. Now it’s your turn.” ** Nick found himself waiting in a small, dingy parlor room that was more suited to a 1950’s aristocrat than the tiny woman who occupied the home working as an independent psychiatrist. It was an old Victorian home. Not quite reminiscent of San Francisco’s Painted Ladies, the house appeared to have some character with its’ crown molding, 18th century artwork, and the mural adorning the ...
    ceiling in the foyer, but the room he sat in felt too depressing for the home to hold any real value in his eyes. The room was painted completely red and other than a few war paintings that lined the three walls (a large set of glass double doors led into the foyer), everything else was red also. The couch he sat on and the matching couch across from him were both red. The throw pillows atop the couch were red. The rug covering the cherry oak hardwood floor was also red. Perhaps a patient had offed themselves in here and the red matched the blood that spilled from the body. Nick thought back to why he even bothered to show up for the therapy session in the first place. He wasn’t sure if this woman was a sex therapist, a drug addiction therapist, or even a couples’ therapist, but he trusted Danny’s judgment in suggesting he come here. He really wanted to conquer his overpowering sexual desire. It would mean better things in all areas of his life. No more sleeping with random girls and risking sexual diseases, no more having to hide things from Stacy, and hopefully no more strained relationships with his mother, Danny and his other friends. Today had been his worst day on that front. He totally blew off his mother’s concerns this morning, even if he felt she was unreasonable. And when Danny tried to confide in him about his feelings for Lizzy, Nick was only worried about how Mitch would feel because of Danny’s interest instead of listening to Danny and offering him support. Before ...
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