But as she walked into her room, there was a very pretty young blond girl unpacking her suitcase. Susan almost thought it was Sandy Hauser. She could have been her sister. Susan smiled and thought, I wonder what she would do it I grabbed her and shoved her between my legs. This could be a good year after all. This did nothing to lower Susan's arousal however. She smiled at the girl and said "Hi my name is Susan. I'm your roommate." The girl jumped and turned to look at the tall pretty brunette. "H-H-Hi my name is Cindy." She said sounding very timid. Susan looked down at her and watched as Cindy's nipples started to poke out of her tee shirt. Susan smiled a devious smile and reached over and touched Cindy's cheek with her hand and said, "We're going to be great friends." She watched as Cindy blushed and turned bright red down to her chest and her nipples were now about to poke thru her shirt. Susan then walked over to her bed and lay down. She pulled her top and shorts off and lay there in her bra and panties and closed her eyes. Cindy couldn't take her eyes off the tall beautiful woman lying on her bed. She didn't understand why she was so aroused by this woman. She had never been aroused by a woman, but Cindy was intimidated by her roommate lying semi naked on the bed and that intimidation was exciting her in ways she had never felt before. Susan pretended to close her eyes but watched her new roommate closely. Cindy kept unpacking but would constantly look over at Susan. After a few minutes when she thought Susan was sleeping, Cindy slowly brought her hand up and started to caress her nipples. Cindy looked over at Susan to make sure she was sleeping then took her other hand down and slid it into her shorts. As her fingers approached her pussy, Cindy closed her eyes and dreamed that it was Susan making her do this while on her knees in front of her. Where those thought came from she didn't know but her body was consumed by the thoughts. Just as she reached her clit she gasped as her arousal shot thru the roof. Cindy pushed further down and inserted her finger into her dripping cunt and started to fuck herself to an orgasm. What she hadn't noticed was Susan had now propped her head up and was watching Cindy fuck herself. Cindy's other hand had now pushed up her shirt and her tits were now in plain sight. Susan took out her phone and took a couple of pictures and then started to video tape Cindy as she worked her way closer to a climax. Susan knew exactly when to let Cindy know she was being filmed and waited till the exact moment that Cindy went over the edge and started to orgasm. Julie plunged her tongue deep into the depths on Dawn's channel sucking the precious liquid out and down her throat. And Lisa continued to honor her son's demands. I seemed to instinctively start gripping and releasing it. I hummed as I ducked my head under, letting the water soak my red hair. So on a grey Saturday afternoon I took my Lincoln out of the barn where I keep my seldom driven vehicles and off I went for dinner and an auction. His hand cupped my small breast. “You look fantastic. He moved off to the side...and then surprised me by untying my hands. When both my armpits, full of stubble since I hadn’t yet shaved that week, were clean, she moved to my chest. Kayleigh looked at him frightened. He wasn’t going at it like typical guys do, he was very soft and gentle, but he was licking my pussy at the same pace as my hips were moving. Beautiful. Then showered and headed downstairs to eat, then enjoy the rainy day that lie ahead of them.
A woman's talking, and she's saying "father forgive me for the sins, blah blah blah" don't care, move on, I'm trying to be a gentleman and jack it quietly but the cunt just keeps pacing around the fucking church. "Father forgive me for my sins. Father forgive me for my sins." It's fucking Alyssa Albrite. She's one of those innocent catholic types who are so pure you just know they have a secret. You know the type of a girl who smiles all coy but you can tell that she's got something going on upstairs. So anyway she comes into the confession box, and I'm sitting there holding my fucking breath trying to fucking move an inch or she's going to freak the fuck out and I'm going to be expelled for fucking sure. But my dick is harder than multi-variable calculus and it's starting to ooze out the tip and I'm like fuuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm going to have bust this nut any second there's no stopping it! So I do the only thing I can think of in that moment, and just start coughing like a fucking mad man. I am just busting a load all over the goddamn confession box and kicking my heels because I've held this nut it for so long that it feels like the devil himself is punching his way out of my dick tip. And of course Alyssa is freaking the fuck out but I jam my cock into my waistband and run out before she starts screaming. "What the fuck are you doing in there?" I yelled at her like it's her fucking fault. And the sheila's staring back at me from her side of the confession box, and she's got her fucking hand down her skirt. Now I know right now you're thinking this is all fucking bullshit I made up to get upvotes on sexstories.com, but half you mother fuckers are going to drop a negative on my ass anyway and I'm drunk while writing this so fuck it all to shit and suck my dick, because this is 100% bonafide truth. Now Alyssa's a shiela of about 5'6" in freedom units, with c-cup tits busting against her white button down shit and tan thighs thicker than goddamn tree trunks. Not to mention a pink tight pussy like a fucking mouth ready to suck your cock dry. "Don't tell anyone!" She yells and she's all fucking panicky you know. And I'm like "You kinky bitch!" And she's like "Fuck you Albert! What the fuck were you doing in there?" "Having a wank, same as you!" She said a stifled prayer behind the living cord that constricted her jaw. And hot and slutty, in the most thrilling way! Of course, I will accept the job. “She might wanna join us. I protest but then I am penetrated anyway, this time by a girl. My own bowels spasmed around Isaac's probing tongue. So, I gave him my company." I felt sorry for her. The residual suffering from the fight is swamped by this new pain In spite of my injured rib and knee I go rigid in the hogtie, as though I’m trying to fold myself. I was quick to apologize, but she shushed me and said that I would learn better, and that this was a wonderful first effort. <
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