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I felt a thick jet of lumpy semen force its way through my cock and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my stiff rod could move even faster and with almost no friction. “Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—” Annabelle grunted Brunette softly in time with my thursts and her spasms. “Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg!!!!” and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and hanging by her arms from my neck and by her thighs from my hips. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouth. Then she went limp, murmuring, “Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.” After that we made love wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some discarded mattresses in the church attic, in her bedroom during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my house, on a picnic table at a deserted rest stop. Her skinny little legs would open, my horny little prick would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her crotch. She moved only a little, leaving me to stimulate her with my elbow. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow was slipping in quick little circles on the soaked crotch of her panties. I was hard as a rock, of course, but I managed to maintain oral myself until after lunch—which was with my parents!—when we took a quiet walk in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich white semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood. “That will help the grass grow,” she said as she squeezed out the last drops and lifted them to her mouth. And so the year progressed. By Christmas break, we considered ourselves sexual experts, so well had we memorized all the warm, wet, pulsating places on each other’s body. Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As much as I blowjob loved my intimate times with Annabelle, as much as I loved lying with her in slick, slimy, sweaty, satisfied afterglow, I always found myself wondering what it might be like to be in the same situation with Belinda. And with the break from school, I didn’t see Belinda any more, and absence made the part grow firmer. It made me feel guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle’s panties, I wondered what it amateur would feel like to be inside Belinda’s. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her crotch against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm. As adolescent problems go, it was a nice problem to have. But it was a genuine problem. Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on December 20, since her family was going to out of state for the holidays. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a Native American motif; it was an inexpensive gift, but she was thrilled and kissed me deeply. Then she made me go interracial into the kitchen while she got my gift wrapped. Hairless, as is the way of all desert people, and again with that lingering scent of cinnamon, it tasted absolutely divine as my tongue explored the soft, dark textured folds of her labia. Shortly after, the man on the end seat opposite left as well. Ephus had to smile, though Brunette he was a little disappointed that none of the goddesses had experienced this from their mates. He started off sounding a bit strange. Clint Elliston III. His confidence grew and he moved forward with his plan to experiment. For the briefest moment, I feared that the fluid on her skin might be toxic, but as soon blowjob as I tasted it, that fear was erased. Came the stern and serious reply. His weight felt incredible on me. It interracial was almost like I had Daddy back. Last time I was up north they were quite ill.” She oral stepped right before matriarch, and tilted her head up to amateur meet her gaze, “Must’ve been some bad food, huh?” When they returned she was asleep from exhaustion, and the husband showed them out with a smile. “Oh, god, Pita.” Supporting herself with hands on the water faucets, with he ass toward me. By crouching slightly, I was able to get my cock into her pussy. Master pulled back his chair and his cock was erect. “Fuck yes mom!”