Mahogany Bliss Swallows

In between the pain of his thrusting, which I was beginning to get accustomed to, I was aware of the similarities with what happened last time he re-appeared. The same sharing of tenderness and warmth, the same rapid rejuvenation, the light of the moon and now this almost animal version of Deryk. “Besides…….you like it…….really……..oh shit!........Oh fu….!” He rammed into me one final time and came inside me, as he let out a sort of howl of relief and I felt his fluids pumping into my insides, throb after throb after throb, before he collapsed on top of me on the straw, his erect organ still buried inside me. The pressure of his strong young body against my stomach now found my own erect cock, oozing pre-cum juices again and desperate to be relieved. With my arms around him, my hands clutched the cheeks of his bum and pulled him to me. Just as last night, that little pressure and gentle movement was all it took to bring on my own orgasm, and as my insides clenched and my vision seemed to blur in the moment of shattering climax, I felt his pov softening organ slip out of my hole just as my cum burst from my tool, filling the spaces between our two bodies and running down the sides of my body into the straw. Shattered, I fell asleep again, this time with Deryk lying on top of me. I awoke to sunlight streaming into an empty barn. I sat up. There was a dull ache emanating from my backside and Deryk was gone again. “Bugger! Just like last time,” I swore out loud to myself. I looked at my watch. It was 9.30 already. My clothes were now dry, so I quickly put them on and set off back down the trail to the car which, thankfully, was still black parked where I had left it. In the cool morning light, I drove back to the hotel, arriving about 11.00am. However, what greeted me made me suddenly feel quite empty and cold. As I pulled into the lane, I saw the flashing lights of an ambulance, two police shaved cars and a large crowd of people. As I got out of the car, I expected to be the centre of everyone’s attention, having been “missing” all night, but the assembled crowd was all gathered around a young man with a blanket over his shoulders, sitting on the wall and being attended to by the Paramedics and being questioned by the Police. I recognized the young man from the bar of the hotel yesterday and the night before. As I listened to what was going on, I discovered that the young man and two of his friends had been out for an early morning walk on the moor not far from the hotel when they had been viciously attacked. His two friends Hardcore were now on their way to hospital in a bad way, but the perpetrator of this violence was the main talking-point; it seems that their attacker was a “vicious beast with oral inhuman strength and claws to match”. Certainly, the young man in the blanket looked as if he had been heavily beaten and scratched. His clothes, or what remained of them, were torn and filthy and one side of his face bore patched wounds of dried blood. In fact, he was a mess – and he was the one who hadn’t been taken to hospital! But no-one was interested in me; the Police spoke to me briefly but only to establish that I hadn’t seen anything. I told them the truth – or at least, part of it. I had gone up to the “Old Man” late yesterday but because of the weather, I had spent the night in the car, in the car park. Given that I clearly had neither the physique nor the build necessary to best three Highland youths in the manner that had clearly taken place, they believed me. I went up to my room to pack my bags. It was time to move on. But there, lying on the pillow, was Deryk’s Celtic Talisman……….. (PS) If anyone out there likes my "Deryk" stories, perhaps you'd like to suggest how I should develop him - constructive comments, please! She held it behind her back, as she broke her kiss with Emmanuel, shaved and easily pushed him away with her left hand. She leaned forward so that her shirt came away from her chest. So, what the hell? I gave Conner a questioning look. I dressed in my best and classiest outfit and did my hair and makeup accordingly. Lola Lovell devoured her girlfriend's pussy, Macie Lum shuddering in delight. She was noticeably wetter and her body was still reeling as she nodded her head saying, “Yes, I’m okay.” I'd start here, but I knew my message would spread. “What time is it?” Tracey asked. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thighs. I only ask because it’s normal for a girl to want to see what it feels like if she’s never felt it before.” She didn’t move. “It’s what makes it feel so good though.” I brought my hand up to her mouth and had her lick off my hand. My wrists are still not released. Jimmy complied. If this story seems familiar to you, that might be because I originally published it to this site as five separate-but-related stories, and you may have already read one of those stories. What’s your next move Chad? I rubbed up and down my hot flesh. Kyle, who is a year younger than Hardcore Nisha, plays Aratheon, even though he’s not in my guild, we still have fun doing some player versus player and quests. Gina was still busy with giving Master his morning ass fuck, now moving up and down on pov the cock as fast oral as she could. And………. It appeared to be a normal looking chat room with a list of attendees on the right. Completely. Not that the act she was putting on was lost on everyone. He concentrated on her bare titties as his sister put the final touches on an unstoppable geyser of hot cum. Julie heard black a little moan from the other bed as Sarah realised she would have to follow suit.