Sexy Scorching Sadie Swede Wants To Get Sprayed With Jizz On Her Meaty Butt

GAWD!…each thrust and it was in my throat…I reached back to feel…I pulled my ass cheeks apart so that delicious cock would get deeper…I was on fire, in heat, in delirium…then it was over…the goat had left…I laid there my face on the steps…cooling…cooling where I had been so hot. Finally, I turned and sat and looked in the yard…both goats were gone. It was so quiet and my cunt was oozing and still throbbing. It was a one time thing I thought but would have the memory of the time in the back yard to keep me hot on many other mornings or putting myself to sleep on many nights. I knew I had been naughty…but “naughty” was sure nice! “Goating Part II” I was exhausted from my little accidental goat experience and was still on my knees in the back yard, my dress still up over my ass, the air felt so good on my wet cunt and I was breathing down but my mind was dizzy. I had worked or practiced on my body and knew how to make myself come really hard, making my toes flex and my body resonate. I was thinking about all of that in the quiet of my backyard and enjoying the quiet in the yard. I knew my time with a goat might not happen again…I didn’t know anyone who owned goats and, even if I did, what would I say: “Excuse me but can I borrow your male goat?” I didn’t think that was going to happen anytime soon or anytime at all…I would luxuriate with my memories and the hot, frantic thrustings of goat cock into little girl cunt and the groans and squeals we shared in those few moments…when anal the goat came in me I felt hot bursts of come and I felt heated up because the ejaculant was very hot. Maybe the goat had been in the sun, I didn’t know, but now I was resting, coming down from the unexpected pleasures I was so grateful to have enjoyed. What more wonderful thing could happen when family had left me completely alone, in my little, spare housedress…so naked and sexy underneath. I feel my clothing rubbing my little hairs and my little breasts all stirring me to wet and horny…it was exciting to be naked under my dress and when boys or men would come to visit us it made me hot and trembly all over teasing myself at what the boys and men would think cum if they knew how close they were to my naked body. Once, early in the year, we had visitors…friends of my parents including a 16 year old boy. Me in my housedress and my imagination running wild. The boy and I were shooed into the backyard so the parents could talk more freely…grown up stuff…and the two of us went out in the yard. He was shy. I’m shy. But it was the awkward boy/girl shy which was its own kind of excitement. I knew what he was thinking: “Here’s a pretty girl.” And I knew what I was thinking: “The two of us are all alone with only tiniest and most flimsy material separating his hands and maybe his penis from my body. I was hoping the wind would blow up my dress…let him get a look, go red in the face, reach for me, tell me I’m pretty (which of course I am) and I took his hand and said: “Let’s walk to the barn.” His hand was soft and warm and as we walked to the barn his hand brushed against my leg…I think he could feel I was naked…no panty line…no bra straps showing from shoulders…you know, all the things to make a boy hard as a fucking rock. Did I say “fucking?” What a naughty girl I was then…even then when I was young. I liked fucking and licking and sucking and all the things that would excite me, make a boy hard just with my sucking and make him go soft after. I felt oral empowered at what I could do to any boy, any man…animals were more work…you had to play and fiddle and teach them what to do. I think a boy or man is just born knowing what blonde to do. That time we were on the way to the barn and just as I thought would happen when we opened the barn door the whoosh of the wind blew up my dress right up above my waist. All my glorious privates were presented for the boy’s quick view. His gagging face turned beet red and he burst into the biggest smile. That night we fled our house and spent a couple of hours in the back seat of his Honda. Liz had never felt her nipple being licked in such a forceful yet soft manner. My, my, she was a pretty thing, made even more so by the tremble of her lips, the wetness of her cheeks, and the puffiness of her eyes. “Oh, that's so beautiful,” my oral mom said. “A dive trip. As you saw Friday, it gives you a strong craving for sex, and as you saw it cum works very well. Though I drove with the increasingly heated thrusts of my mother, I did not attempt to echo her vehemence. I’m your teacher and you’re my student.” “No one ever told me how lonely it would be.” She whispered, “I always thought Leveria had no friends because she was a hateful bitch, but she was the heir; she could never have friends. We fucked nearly like 30 minutes. Before I began eating, I headed down the hallway to change clothes. Of course I'll hold." She was moaning and thrusting her hips into Luis’ gagging tongue. "Just the usual. He imagined their lips locked, their tongues dancing, as blonde they moaned into each other's mouths. His eyes were a friendly hazel, and overall he seemed like a nice guy. It was actually very provocative.” Her blue eyes danced with delight. We might just have to hunker down until Betsy gets here with reinforcements.” “Wow, fancy that, what a turn on,” Judith smiles. I just remembered, I have an old pair from track at prep school." His right hand finds my anal breast, kneading the pale flesh while pinching the rosy pink tip of my nipple. How many guys had the crazy girls chained up and then rode them to “drain their balls.” It was such a weird thing to do.