1. Long Skirts and Short Shorts


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Older Female, Male/Teen Female, Author: Don'sdick, Rating: 89.4, Source: sexstories.com

    show up with a shotgun and blow my ass to kingdom come... Or worse yet, he could castrate me.” We had fried chicken and potato salad with biscuits. I guess they were good, but all I could think about was the hole between those slim legs, just under the red bush. I believe Mary smiled at me more during that simple, picnic meal, than she smiled all summer… or maybe she was just amused at my obvious reaction. She picked up the plates and forks, pitched me a wet towel, and busied herself putting things back in the car. I never took my eyes off her, and she knew it. She pulled a couple of small pillows from the back seat and brought them to the blanket. Without saying a word, she sat on one and laid back, her red hair resting on the other. She lifted her knees and spread them, showing me what I wanted to see… and what I wanted to fuck. To this day, I can see that lady’s cunt, in my mind. She didn’t speak as she curled her index finger and beckoned me to her. I crawled between her legs and sank my shaft to the bottom. Her grunt told me it was where she wanted it, too. My mouth went to her firm tits and I sucked hard; first one, then the other. Mostly, I just wanted to fuck her as fast as I could and empty my nuts again. Not Mary, though… her long fingers grabbed my ass and controlled the speed of my thrusts. A couple of times in the past, one of my girlfriends had claimed they’d had orgasms, but IF they were acting, they could have taken lessons that day. Mary pulled me in when ...
    it felt good to her and slowed me down to make it last. It was a totally new experience for me… and I liked the shit out of it. When it was apparent to her that there was no more waiting for me, she jerked me into her and jammed herself upward, off the pillow. She started cumming first, but only by a few seconds. I thought every bit of fluid between my stomach and my toes was blasting through my balls as I shot, and shot, and shot stream, after stream of hot sperm into her. Even as I began to slow down, Mary was still squealing, “O H, YES… MORE, MORE… DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP! GIVE ME MORE, DONNIE! YES… OH YES..” So I started pumping harder again, and, for the first time in my young life, I felt a second surge force its way from my balls. Although a much lighter batch, it still felt amazing. Well, being 18, and considering what I just went through with Mary, I felt like it would only be proper to kiss the pretty… naked… sweaty… naked… smiling… naked lady who was under my equally sweaty body. Nope, that didn’t happen, “Don’t kiss me, Donnie. Kissing is a sign of love and we don’t love each other. Wally is the only man who can kiss me.” Sooooo… with even more confusion in my mind, I rolled off her and onto the blanket, “Kissing is a sign of love… but FUCKING isn’t? …Maybe I better join THIER church.” As she dressed, Mary asked about my water jug. Although I told her I had plenty, she took it with her and told me Maria would bring me fresh water later, “Just remember, ...
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