"Enough! Dennis, that was a twofer." The book she was reading sailed across the room, missing my head by less than an inch. "Watch it, you nearly hit me! What the hell is a twofer?" "A twofer is the first and last time something happens. I loath nicknames. Why the hell would I want to be named after a stagnant pond?" Her smile was a weird combo of mischief and annoyance. I took pet names off my to-do list. The other thing was her attitude toward sex. Everyone needs a hobby and sex was her diversion from work. She collected orgasms like some folks collected postage stamps. She'd allowed me to move in with her and we'd shacked up to save money when my landlord evicted me because I refused to pay until he fixed the bathroom in my crappy apartment. He decided a new tenant would be cheaper than new plumbing. Darlene and I believed that two could live as cheaply as one. We were right, but only for half as long. After a few months together, the real estate development corporation in which Darlene had invested fifteen years of her life went belly-up, and then her last toys two paychecks bounced. The rubber checks set up a cascading overdraft chain reaction. Darlene's rent check went south, along with about twenty-five or thirty personal checks and a cloud of ATM transactions; each bad check racked up a thirty-five dollar bank charge and about the same again in returned check merchant fees; her account was bleeding red ink by several thousand dollars. The certified letter ordering our eviction was the last straw. Our financial camel lay mortally wounded with a back broken beyond repair. We needed a new place to live, and we needed it fast. We crisscrossed Denver and the surrounding lesbian suburbs, chasing every "For Rent" sign we could find. We were always an hour or a day late, or the price was way beyond reach. "Well, if you hear anything, please give me a call. Thank you." Darlene frowned as she hung up the phone. She looked at me, turned slightly, and examined the calendar hanging on the refrigerator door before returning her eyes to mine. Set on a big hot plate it was noticeably making the room warmer. We can't do this! “Mmm, virgin futa-pussy,” my sister moaned. He loved down here and figured he should just set her free to be the whore she really is. Expensive artwork on the walls, wonderful stone sculptures positioned throughout the home, even the furniture was amazing in each room. I watched her as she microwaved a ready meal, eating it together with a bottle of wine, it was a Lambrusco, not really my cup of tea, but okay. A lone man-creature had only base, depraved, desires, to fulfill, right after that his belly’s need would be satisfied, it loved the lesbian taste of female flesh. I rolled to toys face her as she pulled the covers back just enough to slip under them and scoot right up to me, With her death, the mansion passed on to her daughter, who had lived far away and was unknown to us. “Differently?” I wondered aloud. How is that even possible? I said. Newbie. The first thing he did to try and impress Nicole was to perfect his spelling and grammar when sending texts. Turning her back on me was the right idea, the sight of her pert ass being penetrated was worth a million bucks.
She knelt down and her tongue found my shaft. In the blink of an eye, my member was gone, having disappeared into her throat. Jesus, it was months before the girls were this good. She sucked me gluttonously, like she was trying to physically siphon the semen out of me instead of making me orgasm. The movements of her tongue, her cheeks, her hands, the way she was sucking, it was so intense that it lesbian was borderline painful, and unquestionably the best blowjob of my life. I don't know how I lasted, but I held it in and she pulled away. "Well done. I would have put you through Hell if you actually ejaculated after something that light. Now, how about something to really test your mettle?" She then held her breasts over my lap and began to massage them, coaxing some milk to dribble on my cock. With her hands, she mixed it with the saliva from the blowjob into a frothy lube. Then, like the two trucks crashing in the Matrix Reloaded, she slammed her breasts against my manhood. I immediately jerked, unable to believe such sensations could exist. Her mountains completely consumed me, my manhood now lost. Combined with the slipperiness of the milk and saliva, the softness of her breasts was driving me literally insane, as every second that passed by, I could feel my grip on reality weakening as pure pleasure eroded my mental foundations. This wasn't good, my mind couldn't handle feeling something like this. It was so good but also so bad, like I had sold my soul to the devil for this. Betty relentlessly bullied my cock, using her tits as instruments of torture to drain me of my resolve. Fuck, I need to bring Sonja and Momo here so that Betty could teach them how to do this! I was watching her do it, but I couldn't fathom how it was actually happening. I came, I don't know when it happened but it did. It could have been ten seconds, it could have been ten years; I'm just lucky I still remember my name. A jet of semen erupted from toys Betty's cleavage like Old Faithful at Yellowstone, one white stream shooting across her face and the rest splashing back down on her tits. Betty wiped it off her cheek with a smile and tasted it. “We’ll be ready. I didn’t know what to do. It was wet, and slick. “I toys have a very special plan for you hon”. “And the amulet around my sister's neck contains his soul?” “Who's Gina?” lesbian I asked. I figured it would be fun to check out after LuEllen had finished checking out some lotions and magazines. I breathe a sigh of relief and look into his eyes. Using me for his pleasure. Naomi opened her mouth wide and let the top part of his prick slide in. David groaned as he felt her soft wet tongue and her hot mouth on his cock.<
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