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Date: December 1, 2019

After we had a small orgy we went to a restaurant to eat. Dawn said, “Cheryl we usually only have sex with each other. We took out drinks outside and I asked, “Girls how do you know that I’m bisexual? ” Abby said, “Cheryl Kelsey told us about your video.” I was caught again. I don’t remember a video being done when I had my first bisexual encounter. I saw it so I know it exists somewhere. We went on a tour of the city and Dawn and Abby look so sexy. I think they were trying to get me horny enough to attack them. Their bodies are among the sexist that I’ve ever seen. I can tell they are real blonds and I want to see if their pubic hair is blond too. I said, “Girl why don’t we go somewhere to be alone? I want to see your naked bodies and I’d like to give you an orgasm sucking you.” Dawn said as she shook Abby’s hand, “Abby I told you she would want to suck our cunts. Cheryl lets go and freshen up a little.” We went to the restaurant’s girls’ room.

Looking in at us from the driver side was an old woman I recognized from church. Mrs. Brewer. She was a widower who loved to do nothing but gossip. “Mrs. Brewer. How are you this evening? ” I tried to be as nonchalant as I could, but I still had a chubby, although it was quickly fading. To my surprise she smiled. “A secret rendezvous in the dead of night with your lover? I looked over at Morgan as I was rolling up the window, but she was staring at her feet. “It’s okay” she mumbled, but didn’t look up from her feet. “So…do you want me to take you home? “Yes, please.” We drove in silence, and arrived at her apartment about ten minutes later. “Well…I had fun tonight” I said. Suddenly she looked up from her feet and smiled. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to kiss me, but broke it quickly. “I did too. And…you are a pretty awesome kisser. Where did you learn to kiss like that? ” I was off balance from the whole evening and answered before I had time to engage my filter.

His balls on the other hand were gigantic, the size of large hen’s eggs or small lemons. The vas felt like hoses as I sucked his groin. We were in a sixty-nine so I had a good chance to observe all these items close up and personal. Of course this was after the act when I analyzed the evening. At the time all that interested me was the sex, my sucking him, and him sucking me. Of course the answer to the little joke at the beginning of this section is ‘white.’ Because those Indians kept cuming and cuming and cuming. Well when my European friend started cuming, he filled my mouth two or three times, his balls really produced a lot. Perhaps this was some characteristic of his country, average prick but large balls. After our initial encounter, he recovered sufficiently to fuck me. I rode home in a puddle of his cum when leaked out.

As sick as I am of hearing every story describe the male protagonist’s penis in vivid detail somewhere in the first three or so paragraphs, I have to concede that size matters. The size of one’s story is very telling about the writer. I will say this gingerly and hesitantly – longer stories seem to do better on a whole. I can’t think of a single well-known writer on this site I’ve come across that had all of their stories be 3000 words or less. That doesn’t mean you can’t be the first, of course, but smaller stories demand precision writing. I’m not good at precision writing myself, so I write very long stories. Sometimes the sex scene itself can take several thousands of words, in a story only partially about sex. Do you write long or short stories? Why are they long or short? If they’re short because you can’t commit to writing something too long, fair enough, but don’t expect to top the charts. If you write shorter stories because you wrote well and you don’t need to say any more, bravo. I hope what you wrote is good.

I did that like 50 times till it was really hurting and he said stop. I stopped but he didn’t he was moving up and down and rubbing my tits. Its not as good when hes on bottom so I flipped him over on me. It got better really fast. He would move faster and faster and fasterrrrr I could stop saying uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh! Then it was horrible my mom was knoking on the door and was saying that she wasn’t hearing movment of furnichure. Me and billy put our clothes back on and moved some stuff to make it look nice a different I moved my bed and opened the door. My mom saw my room and said that we had a talent at moving stuff and not making a sound. But I think she knows what we were doing. I asked what she wanted politly and she said that she had prot up lunch for us.

The Bible has much to say about the heart of man. The word “heart” in the New King James Version of the Bible is found 835 times in 775 verses according to E-Sword. The study of the heart of man is thus a massive study and I might add from a human point of view a complex one. God knows all of our hearts, “For you alone know the hearts of all the sons of men.” (I Kings 8:39 NKJV) The question is do you and I know our own heart? How many times has each of us questioned ourselves over the years? I suspect those who have never doubted themselves are a tiny minority. When we read passages in the Bible about men deceiving themselves like in Gal. 6:3 and James 1:26 it causes us all the more concern for the question becomes am I being honest with myself?

His girlfriend revealed a shocking revelation that rocked Miles to his very core. She admitted that over the past several years she has been participating in an ongoing sexual love affair with her own renowned psychiatrist of a father. He couldn’t believe that his girlfriend who is in her mid-thirties was having sexual dalliances with her father. It seems that her infatuation with her father stems from pity after her fathers and mothers horrible break-up then the blood bath of a divorce. It looks as if her father has been utterly lonely ever since the divorce. Then somehow or someway he used his overwhelming powers of suggestion to either convince her or seduce his fully grown daughter, who happens to be a well trained psychiatrist as well, into having a sexual love affair with him. Then to make matters worse Miles accidently opened a can of worms with his flesh and blood that led him down that very same path with his very own daughter.

I love Kendra. Really I do! Especially with my head between her thighs. But sometimes she’s much more of a pain than a finger in my ass. But then, I can’t remember a finger in my ass ever being a pain. So first of all, we’re both attractive and sexy. But I’m not a cow like she describes me. My breasts are bigger than hers but they do not sag, and I don’t need a bra to hold them up. Nor is my waist “only a few inches bigger” than hers. It’s the same size: 24 inches. Which means, by definition, that I have a sexier figure than her. So that’s why she tries to pretend my waist is bigger. It’s true that small chested girls get a lot more attention at nudist parties than they usually do in a baggy sweater. And the saggers don’t look that attractive without their support bras.

Now, I’m just looking at her in a whole new light, and I’m naked out here while I pleasure myself too. Damn, Mom, I’m letting my juice out too. We can masturbate together, even if I’m hiding. I can’t even see what porn you are watching, but I’m sure it is hot. I’m so conflicted, I just found out I have the hots for her, but I should respect her privacy. Would she even think I’m a bitch for watching her? To no surprise, I maintained my position and kept playing with myself. I just went with it and tried to focus on the hot scene. My tongue attacked my lips, and my heart worked on busting out from my chest too. I whispered, calmly coming out from behind the wall a little bit. Mom, you are standing up, and now you are removing your underwear now. Do you want your daughter to see you naked? I had no idea if she wanted that or not, but then she sat back down and immediately began masturbating again. I muttered, leaning back. I objected, calmly glancing at the screen.

I filled it with all kinds of porn. Pretty cuties with fat cocks stuck in their mouth. All kinds of peter eatin whores. Here is one of my favorites I put in there. Damn cutie with some big fat hangin’ tits. I would grab them fat knockers and twist em and honk the hell out of em for her. And then she has a damn fat prick hanging in her mouth. Bit o penis stickin’ in her face ! I printed out a copy and sat there jacking off as I looked a that dick sucker. Her mouth all packed full of wormy cock, oh my my my. Whackin’ on my peter as it layed on the desk in front of me. I made a couple of more copies ot that little lady sucking that dick and layed them on the desk too. The fuckin’ big titted cock eater! I was jackin’ off as I thought about pullin’ on those fat tits and it turned me on to think about John looking at this peter-eater and pullin pud! I found it was turning me on even more.