so my girlfriend sometimes passes out cold. i recently found out i can take advantage of her. alcohol usually triggers it but sometimes it just happens. like she will be awake 1 minute the nest she is totally unconcious. her clit is very sensitive i can only touch it a certain way but when shes out i can exspose it and rub it real hard and she barely moves. her pussy gets real wet too. i sttart by rubbing her pussy until i get real heated then i stick my fingers in her mouth. i have to kinda force her teeth apart but once i do her mouth stays open.then i put my cock to her lips and just slap and rub for a minute. i get precum all over her lips then i shove my tounge in as deep as i can while i jerk for a minute. she doesnt suck so i have to fuck her mouth. its hard to position her in a good way but i can do whatever. i still kinda hold back in case she were to snap out of it suddenly but that has never happened. this weekedn im gonna get her some wine and see if it will happen again. i want to cream pie her and then eat it. the last time i got her to her knees and kept her up by holding her hair. i would let her go and she would start to kinda crawl away and i would just grab her and fuck her. as soon as i started fucking her she would just kinda pass out all again. but the bottom line is i can fuck her as hard as i want however i want. its gettin me hard just thinking of what to do. is this bad? any ideas? i took pics once while doing it but deleted them right away thinking she would find them.

(Parody of The Night Before Christmas written by Clement C. Moore)

T'was the fright before Christmas. No one upset me
With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair,
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be there.

The children were lying awake without sleep
They'd seen all his movies. He gives 'em the creeps.

I'd cued up Cukoo's Nest with my trusty remote,
To the part where he had all the nuts in the boat.

When out in the yard there arose such a noise,
I turned off the TV to see what it was.

And what to my wondering eyes should approach?
But the Los Angeles Lakers and Pat Riley, their coach.

The limo was racing; the team at it's heels.
That's when I saw him the man at the wheel.

He ranted and cursed. Waved round his swizzle stick.
And I knew in a second it must be Jack Nick.

More rapid than the Celtics, these Lakers they came.
He screamed like a madman and called them by name:

'Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott and Kareem
On Cooper, on Rambus, and the rest of the team.'

Down the chimney St. Nicholson came with a groan.
Then he brushed off the soot and said, 'Honey I'm home!'

He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And shirt clawed to shreds by Shirley McLaine

He had a fat face, and flabby beer belly
From too many trips to the bar and the deli.

'It's tough when an actor becomes fat and lazy.
I only get calls to play weirdoes and crazies'

And middle-aged has beens with washed up careers.
But I'll fix 'em all and play Santa this year.'

And with that he buried his head in the sack
And said, 'Let's see what you get from your old buddy Jack.

'A hatchet for Daddy,' he reared back his head,
'To scare all those little buggers upstairs in bed.

'And a stiff drink for Mommy, in a nice tall glass.
She could really use something to kill that bug up her chimney!'

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his face,
He threw all the stockings into the fireplace.

What could I do? What could I say?
What would I wear on my feet Christmas Day?

I asked for a reason, and turning his head,
He looked straight at me, and here's what he said:

'Why? Do you wanna' know why? Do you really wanna' know why, Pal?

'I'll tell you why. When you're out Christmas shopping. You know, doing your little Christmas things with all your little Christmas friends, spreading all that Christmas cheer with those stupid Christmas songs. Did you ever stop and think of picking up a little something for old Jack, huh? Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might like for Christmas?

'You know, Jack, from the movies, up on the big screen? Pouring his heart out, giving it everything he's got, day in and day out, just trying as hard as he can to bring a tiny little bit of sunshine into your miserable, little hum-drum lives. Did you ever think of good old Jack, huh, for a second? No, not once! Maybe old Jack just wasn't that good, huh? Maybe I wasn't good enough in The Postman Always Rings Twice. Acted my guts out for you in that one! Cuckoo's Nest, The Shining, Witches of freaking Eastwick, Prizzi's freaking Honor! All for you pal, just to brighten things up for ya!

'Not good enough though is it? No, you want me to brighten up the Christmas season too, huh? Isn't that what you want, Pal?

'Okay, let's make things real bright around here! What do you say we decorate the tree? String up these pretty lights here! Oh, she's looking brighter already! Why don't we take this cute little angel and ram her on the top branch huh? Ha ha ha! How about some gasoline for the whole freaking thing? I mean let's make her just as bright as she can be! What do you say we light her up, and chuck her through the old picture window here, huh, pal? No sense in having a tree as bright as all that and not giving the neighbors a chance to see, don't ya think, huh?

'There, aren't you glad old Jack stopped by? Huh, huh, huh? Ha!'

The flames towered brightly in the cold wintery sky,
As he made for his limo and bade his goodbye.

And an age may unfold ere I fail to regret
That visit from St. Nicholson. Which I'd sooner forget.

But I swear by the goose bumps upon my skin
That I'll always remember that devilish grin.

And his voice crying out ere he faded from sight,
'Merry Christmas to all, and I hope I never see you again as long as I live, for crying out loud!'

I confess I am an adult white male going through species reassignment surgery to become an adult female brontosaurus (like the one featured in the pic) I am undergoing hormone replacement therapy to give myself a nice long tail that goes "Swish" and a long neck that will help me reach the leaves at the tops of tall trees so I can eat them ... I'm a plant eater. If anyone would like to role play that you're a T Rex chasing me while I'm protecting my nest full of babies hmu

I am into kink and I have a fetish.  I suppose it would be a form of CBT, or Formicophilia.When I was finishing my freshman year, 4 weeks before summer break, I was cutting class as usual. I frequently used the restroom in a small gas station where I hid out until school was over for the day. While in the stall the mechanic would always come in and muttering things. Today was no different, except he was muttering something about little presents. Small tokens of his love. Itchy itchy.Seven weeks later, after returning from summer camp, I woke up the morning tired. I didn't sleep well. Tossed and turned all night. About 10 a.m. I was laying on my bed fantasizing before masturebatting. Well I felt weird. My dick had been itching like crazy and now it felt like it was moving. I went to the bathroom, pulled out on my whitie tighty waistband and peered in at my cock and nut nest. It was alive! It was actually moving, I looked closer and there were thousands of little bugs. I was infested with lice.  I didn't know what to do, I only knew I couldn't talk to anybody, not even my parents. We didn't have that kind of a relationship.I ended up having them for 3 months. Thousands upon thousands, they even tried crawl in my a**. Finally that fall I was spraying the garden for bugs, then when I went in to take a shower I looked in my whitey tighties and they were full of dead lice. Thousands of dead lice in my whitey tighties. I took my shower change to my clothes and went down to the garage and kept inspecting my nest, but there were hardly any left, only a few. Next thing I know, I got some of the poison and rinsed my nest out with it. I went back upstairs and took another shower. my little friends were finally gone What I didn't realize is how attached I'd become to them. I mourned the loss. I wanted them again. I'm still looking to this day. However everybody shaves nowdays, but I don't because one day I hope to have them again

Meanwhile at the local lamp that creepy old horny goat you love nest door to is bouncing a tender Asian on his fat old cock 

Okay so, in Highschool I was a relatively unknown nerd. I was pretty pudgy and most of my graduating class didn't really know who I was. I wasn't disliked or anything, just relatively unknown.

As soon as I graduated, I got the fuck out of dodge and went to school. It's now been 7 years, I'm 24. When I was away at college I really 'came out of my shell' as they say, I got in (good) shape and I got my degree and started a career. I'm doing very well for myself-not quite 6 figures but close, with a very healthy nest egg and enough savings to live comfortably. I recently moved back to my hometown because I got a great job offer, and I ran in to a few old friends who invited me to a party, which lead to meeting more people who recognized me and I got invited to more and more parties, eventually I was back in touch with most of my graduating classmates who still lived in the area.

I figured that since I was in good shape and fairly successful, I was going to try to fuck all of the girls that I always wanted to fuck in Highschool, the girls who never even knew my name. If I could blow a load on their face before they could remember who I was, it would be even better. I've gotta say, I'm doing pretty well - it's amazing how easy these girls are when you can play the "you don't even remember me" pity card at the same time as the "I'm rich and in shape" card.

There was this one bitch, Alyse, who I used to fantasize about all the time in school. Slim body, fat tits, and a cute face. She smoked a lot of weed and was a pretty good painter, she always just seemed like a chill girl who looked really good in school. She was sucking my dick (for the second time) when she suddenly had an epiphany, pulled my dick out of her mouth, and said "I just remembered you from school!" I couldn't stop fucking laughing, she actually got really mad about it and I doubt I'll see her again.

Anyone else ever done anything like this? The idea of fucking a girl that I know without her knowing who I am has become, like, my biggest fetish.

My wife was so shy and vanilla when we met nearly two decades ago. But once a woman has been bred, they change completely. Not just physically, but mentally.

The physical changes are obvious. Saggy and blown out body, the pride of a woman who has fulfilled its ultimate purpose in life. Staring at themselves in the mirror, realizing they've been reduced to mere breeding stock? Definitely gets to their heads, and in a very good way if handled properly.

It can be confusing for them, at first. Their minds tell them it is "wrong" or "slutty", but their bodies are screaming for more. And since experiencing childbirth? Their fuckholes can take a lot more abuse. That's when the fist comes into play. You start off with 2-3 fingers, then casually shove in the 4th while she's enjoying herself. Her body will be too caught up in pleasure to even say anything. Then, the 5th finger, and eventually the entire hand.

They quickly realize what's going on. I still remember when my wife asked me in shock,

"What are you doing Daddyyyy?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing, slut?"
"Putting your hand inside of me. Oh FUCK"

Then, the orgasm. The orgasm from being fisted is even more powerful and intense than you think. That's when you command them to keep cumming, do not stop cumming under any circumstances. Harder. Give me more.

Their minds are completely blank and vacuous, a total out of body experience for them as the pleasure completely overwhelms and short circuits their little brains. The result? The slut's body obeys its master's command. Every time.

Combine intense and overwhelming multiple minute long orgasms with 3-5 loads of cum a day? A woman ceases to be a woman and becomes a full blown fuckpig.

The woman that was too shy and vanilla? That would never do anything nasty like that?

This is the result. They embrace the fact that they are dumb, chubby fuckpigs. Meant for nothing more than pleasing cock and being bred. Look how proud and shameless this one is. I've even trained it to oink and squeal when it orgasms.

It took a few years, but I'm very proud of my nasty fuckpig of a wife. Piggies get very hungry, it's important to feed them at least once a day or they get grumpy and emotional. Jack off in their mouths so they can drink the cum they so desperately need to unfog their brains. Now, this woman is fulfilling its ultimate and true purpose. Not just being bred, but serving cock. It happily drinks cum, takes it in the ass, rims her Daddy, and mindlessly follows and obeys my every command.

Once I'm done breeding it and the kids have grown and left the nest? I will be whoring the fuckpig out, constantly. Once we're in our late 40s and older, I'll be sharing her with whoever I see fit. Especially the younger guys that are in need of an easy hole, and some mentoring. See how to treat a woman, and perhaps train their very own fuckpig.

You can turn any woman into a fuckpig. Just takes time, patience, firm leadership, and of course an overwhelming amount of breeding and cum.

whore nest seeker shion

I found out recently .y 21yo daughter has sexual feelings for me and while I do love her I only love her as a daughter. I do not see anything wrong with these kind of relationships as long as they are consensual but I just do not share her feelings. Now some things are starting to fall into place she is 21 still a virgin still living at home and still wants to spend every waking moment with me. I can not give her what she wants but I still want her to move on in life and be happy find someone and find reciprocated love. Maybe its time to gently push her out of the nest?

****This is a fantasy****
So for the ppl who wants to say this is fake it is. But i wanted to write thisit gets me off.

I am a 29 year old woman, and i met a beautiful man online on a game we play
together, and soon after playing together we realised how much we have in common
and descided to drop our lives and meet and be together since there are no way in hell
we will never meet anyone in the world that could come close to attract us the way
we do each other.

When i finally arrived at the door of the large country home he got for us to start our lives
together, he takes me in his arms and tells me, "Princess this is where we begin, and the rest ends"

he takes me into the house and shows me my new love nest.

on the fisrt night, we descide to play together alone since we need to get
me pregnant.

I started off buy giving him a little strip tease, but i keep my panties on, i want to piss in my
panties for him, i want him to see the color change, i want to feel it trickling down my legs
i want the warmth against my little smooth pussy.

Still in my wet panties, i ask to eat his ass, i love to eat a nice ass. and i stick a finger
in and gently pump him in and out. I can see his cock getting hard so i reach around
and rub his cock while i eat that beautiful asshole.

He stands up and says to me "Baby girl, your so beautiful i want to piss in your mouth".
Im so happy that he asked me i cant wait to take everything he hase to offer me in my mouth.

As he pisses on me i hear some panting going on behind me and i turn my head around, and
that sweet man got me a big puppy friend he named captain! And what a nice german sheppard
well trainned well mannered, and well hung.

He siad "Captain say hello to your new mama" and that big beautiful dog licked the piss off my face
and i stood up and spread my legs and captain licked my pussy like he was hungry. I moan and look at my
guy with love for being so thoughtfull and open.

I lay my guy down on the floor where he pissed on me, and i slid my tight little smooth pussy on his cock
and he slaps my ass and said "C'mon Captan" and to my delight, Captain jumps on my back and sticks his
sexy cock and knot right in my ass. I can hardly contain myself, im so turned on, im all filled up the only
thing missing is a cock in my mouth at the same time but my guy assures me that it will come soon. I cant
have it all at once since he wants to test my limits. Without much delay i sart to cum on my two fat cocks of
my 2 new best boys. What a life im going to lead i think, and this is just the begining. As im cumming i can
feel my guy's cock about to burst and he slips out of me and puts his cock by my lips, as my captain slips his
cock in my pussy and my guy shoots his massive hot load on my tongue and i let it slide down my throat. and
my big boy behind me shoots his load deap inside me.

:D

I have allot more fantasies to come hope you guys enjoyed this one please comment, If your ganna write stupid mean stuff just move along different stroakes for different folks.

Heather

Heather got a ride home from her friend's mom after the
football game. The junior varsity cheerleader said goodbye to
her friend and walked down the driveway toward the back door of
her house.
She was a vibrant, budding young lady, innocent but curious
about boys. Standing about 5'5", the high school sophomore had
long brunette hair that she was wearing in two pigtails, with
bangs swept down over her forehead. Her eyes were brown, and she
had a sweet smile.
Her 34-24-30 "B"-cup measurements made her a prized commodity
among the boys at school, but she had remained pure to this point
and hung out with a friend who had similar standards.
Heather was wearing her cool-weather cheerleading uniform
that evening, which consisted of a kelly green shell top with the
word "Lions" in white script. The shell had two thin white
stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, and it was
fitted over a tight, thin white turtleneck top with an elastic
band at the midriff.
Her skirt was also kelly green, with sixteen inverted white
pleats. On her lovely, shapely legs she wore a pair of matching
kelly green kneesocks with three thin white rings around the top.
White cheerleading shoes completed the attractive outfit.
Heather walked into the house and found her mom sitting in
the living room, reading a magazine.
"Hi, mom," Heather greeted her.
"Hey, Heather, how was the game?" her mom asked.
"We won, 24-14," she responded, sitting on the nearby
loveseat.
"Good," her mom nodded. "Oh, and Greg is supposed to stop by
in just a few minutes."
Heather smiled at her mom. Greg was the man her mom had been
dating for quite a while. He was a single, wealthy doctor from
across town, handsome in Heather's eyes and almost forty.
Heather had felt it was simply a matter of time before he asked
her mom to marry him.
"You do like Greg, don't you?" her mom asked.
"Uh huh," Heather answered. "He's nice."
"Do you think he's cute?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You know," said her mom, "he keeps telling me how cute he
thinks you are."
"Really?" Heather was rather surprised.
"Yes, he thinks you would be the perfect stepdaughter."
"Wow," said Heather. "It sounds like he wants to marry you."
"Yes, I think so, too," said her smiling mom.
"In fact," added her mom, "I was thinking about what would
help him propose to me sooner. You know - seal the deal."
Heather grinned.
"Well," her mom said, "since he thinks you're cute, maybe you
could tease him a little. You know - show off your body for
him."
"What?" asked Heather, quite surprised to be hearing this
from her mom, even though she knew her mom was quite liberal in
her attitude toward sex.
"Like looking sexy for him when he stops by. He'd like that.
And if a man is horny, he'll do almost anything. Like asking me
to marry him."
"How should I look sexy?" Heather asked, somewhat
embarrassed.
"Well, when he comes over, maybe you could sit a bit
carelessly and show him your cheerleading panties," her mom
plotted. "Maybe even rub against him a little, too."
Heather thought about it.
"It just seems so weird," Heather blurted. "You know,
putting the moves on my mom's boyfriend."
Her mom smiled and nodded.
"Heather, I can share a man, especially when he's very
wealthy."
"Well, if you think it would help, then okay," Heather
consented, just a bit uneasy about the idea.
Heather changed the conversation, but within minutes, both
she and her mom heard the slam of a car door.
"Greg's here," her mom said, as she looked out the front
window and walked to the door.
As Greg walked in and sat on the sofa next to Heather's mom,
he spotted Heather on the love seat.
"Hi, Heather," Gary said. His tie was loosened around his
neck, having come straight from his office.
"Hi," Heather responded coyly.
"You must have had a game today, huh?" he asked.
Heather simply nodded. She raised one of her kneesocked legs
and put her foot on the edge of the loveseat, as she scooted her
little cheerleading skirt higher on her thighs. She was sure
Gary could see her tight white cheerleading panties from where he
was sitting.
She noticed his eyes as he looked back at her a few seconds
later, and sure enough, they were riveted on the soft fabric
covering her teenaged pussy.
Heather smiled at him. Even though he was talking to her
mom, he was enamored by the young lady teasing him. Heather's
mom was also quick to notice his attention to her daughter.
"You like Heather, don't you?" her mom asked.
"Why, yes," he answered, trying to act professionally.
"It's okay, Gary, you can relax," her mom told him. "As a
matter of fact, I'll bet you'd even like to fuck her too, huh?"
Gary just looked at her mom, knowing what he wanted to say,
but didn't dare.
"It's okay, Gary," her mom said. "I'd wonder what was wrong
with you if you didn't."
"Well, I guess," he stammered uneasily.
"Go ahead," her mom cajoled. "Say it."
Gary gulped as he stared at the cheerleader before him.
"I'd like to fuck your daughter," he admitted.
Heather's mom looked at her daughter.
"Heather, would you like Gary to fuck you?" her mom asked.
Heather could only nod.
"And you're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Again, Heather simply nodded, somewhat embarrassed.
"Go sit next to her, Gary, and show Heather what it's like to
be a woman," her mom instructed.
Gary stood up and walked over toward Heather. His hard-on
jutted outward through his dress slacks, and both women
immediately noticed his erection for Heather.
He sat next to the high school cheerleader and put one arm
around her, while the other pulled her raised leg even further to
the side, fully exposing her white briefs.
Gary stroked her kelly green kneesock with the three white
stripes playfully, then rubbed down the length of Heather's
thigh.
"That's it," said her mom. "You can rub her pussy through
her panties, too."
Heather watched as his fingertips slid from her thigh to the
thin fabric over her mound and began caressing her soft pussy.
Heather purred softly as his fingers worked their magic on her.
They kissed softly at first, then more passionately as their
tongues intertwined.
Heather could feel his fingertips reach under the elastic
legband of her white cheerleading briefs, finding the hood of her
soft clitoris. He stroked it softly, varying the direction of
his rubbing pattern.
"Oh, Gary," Heather moaned, between kisses.
In the meantime, Heather's mom smiled. She knew there was no
way Gary could resist Heather's virginal charms.
"I think we should go up to Heather's room, don't you?" her
mom asked. "You'd be much more comfortable on the bed."
Heather smiled at Gary and slowly stood up, then took Gary's
hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom, with her mom in
the lead.
Heather's mom pulled off the bedspread from her daughter's
bed, and then sat in Heather's chair at her school desk, just a
few feet away.
The two forbidden lovers stood next to the bed. As they
kissed again, Gary reached up under Heather's little green
cheerleading skirt.
The sixteen soft white pleats fanned out as he grasped her
cheerleading briefs and the panties beneath by the waistband and
tugged them down until they fell to Heather's ankles. She
stepped out of them, and he pushed the teenager down onto her
bed.
Surrounded by her stuffed animals, Heather watched as Gary's
head disappeared beneath the pleats of her little skirt. She
raised her knees and spread her legs apart as her mom's boyfriend
spread her pink pussy lips with his fingers and nestled his mouth
into her soft mound of pubic hair. His tongue lapped at her
clit.
Heather moaned as the friction of his taste buds glided over
her sensitive love trigger.
"Do you like it when he licks your pussy like that?" asked
her mom.
"Uh huh," Heather gasped.
"Then tell him."
"Oh, Gary," groaned Heather. "Keep licking my pussy."
Gary was only too happy to comply. After a few minutes of
tongue swirls and strokes, he slowly slid a finger between
Heather's pussy lips and gently pushed it inside.
"Oh, God!" gasped Heather. "That feels so good!"
Gary could feel the membrane of Heather's cherry with his
fingertip, and he carefully pushed it through. Heather grunted
as she felt him penetrate her, but the discomfort was minimal,
and soon he was pushing the full length of his finger in and out
of her love nest while licking and sucking her clit.
Suddenly, Heather's legs began trembling uncontrollably. Her
breathing intensified and she felt her body react like it never
had before.
"Oh, God!" Heather gasped. "What's happening to me?"
"Relax, dear," her mom assured. "He's giving you an orgasm.
Feels good, huh?"
Heather just smiled as a warm sensation rushed through her.
She sighed softly as Gary pulled his head back out from under her
skirt.
In the meantime, Gary's half-erect penis had grown soft.
Heather's mom was the first to notice.
"But first, Heather, before he fucks you, his cock has to get
hard. You can do that in one of two ways - you can either
massage it by stroking it with your hand, or you can give him a
blowjob. And every guy I've ever known prefers a blowjob to a
handjob."
"A blowjob, huh?" asked Heather.
"Yeah, you just put your lips around it and suck on it while
you push it back and forth in your mouth. It's just like your
mouth is acting like your pussy, except that you can use your
hand, too, while you do it."
"How do I know when to stop?" Heather inquired.
"Well, let him tell you. You want him to get nice and hard,
but if you go too long, he'll get too excited and cum in your
mouth instead."
"Cum?" Heather asked. "You mean when he shoots that gooey
white cream out of his cock?"
"Yes, dear."
Heather smiled at Gary.
"Would you like me to give you my first blowjob?" Heather
asked.
"Why, I'd be honored," he smiled.
Gary lied on the bed while Heather rolled over and positioned
herself between his legs, just as he had done to her.
Heather lifted his cock with her hand and put her lips around
it, then started her first blowjob, as her mom coached her from
the nearby chair. It took less than a minute for his cock to
harden in her sweet mouth, as her brunette pigtails bounced while
she fucked him orally. Her cheeks dimpled inward as she sucked
him stiff.
"Here's a tip, Heather," her mom suggested. "Wiggle the tip
of your tongue against the underside of his cock's head. It's
the most sensitive spot, and it drives most guys wild."
Heather pulled it out for a moment.
"Like this?" she asked, looking at Gary.
She put the head back into her mouth and flicked her tongue
all around the underside of the tip, while she stroked the length
of his prick with her hand.
"Oh, God, Heather, yeah..." Gary moaned.
"Okay, Heather, you'd better stop before you make me cum,"
Gary told her. "I'm gonna fuck you now, okay? First, I'll do it
doggy-style."
Heather laughed.
"Doggy-style?" she asked.
"Yes, just get on your hands and knees, and I'll fuck you
from behind."
Heather obeyed as he crawled in from behind her. She spread
her kneesocked legs about shoulder-width and looked back over her
shoulder as he pushed her green cheerleading skirt up high on her
tight little ass.
Gary nestled the tip of his cock against her moist pussy lips
and slowly pushed it in. The young cheerleader was able to only
take a few inches at first, but he slowly worked on her until he
was driving a full six inches into the girl.
"Your pussy is so tight, Heather," he noted. "I like that."
Heather smiled back at him, proud of herself. She looked
over at her mom, who nodded her approval as she watched her
boyfriend and intended husband fuck her teenaged cheerleader
daughter.
"How are you doing, sweetheart?" her mom asked.
"Just fine, mom."
"So how does it feel to have a guy's cock in your pussy?"
Heather just grinned.
"Really good," she simply answered, as her pigtails swayed
forward and back while Gary fucked her in her little uniform.
"Just remember, Gary," her mom said. "I don't want you
shooting off in my daughter's pussy. She isn't on birth control
yet."
"I won't," Gary promised. "Can I do it on Heather's face,
instead?"
"That's up to her," said her mom. "Heather, do you mind if
he squirts it on your face?"
Heather giggled.
"No, that's okay, I guess."
Heather loved the feeling of his cock filling her little
snatch. After several more minutes of thrusting, though, he
pulled out of her.
"Okay, Heather," he said. "Now I'm gonna do you in the
missionary position and finish off on your face, okay?"
Heather nodded.
"Just lie on your back and spread your legs wide for me," he
told her.
Heather rolled over and assumed the position. Gary lifted
her knees and kissed his way up one of her kelly green kneesocks,
then down her thigh to her pussy. Heather smiled as he pushed
her little green skirt up on her belly, fanning out the white
pleats.
As he lowered himself onto her, Heather felt his cock find
its mark, nestling between her virginal pink pussy lips. She
looked over at her smiling mom, then up at Gary.
"I'm gonna put it in, now," he told Heather.
Heather nodded, and he slowly popped the head into the
cheerleader's moist cunt. He paused briefly, then drove it in a
solid five inches, backed it out again, and then back in. With
each thrust, Gary put just a bit more into the young girl until
she was able to receive all seven inches.
As he supported himself with his strong arms, Heather looked
down and watched his fleshy spear drill into her wetness. She
had looked forward to this moment for a while, but never thought
she'd be fucking her mom's boyfriend, let alone doing it in front
of her.
"God, Heather, you're so fucking tight," he groaned.
"Is that okay?" asked the cheerleader.
"It's perfect," he told her.
The two lovers shook the bedposts as Gary drilled the girl.
Heather looked so good, decked out in her sweet uniform, as he
deflowered her. Fully dressed in her uniform without her
panties, the white pleats of her little green skirt rumpled up on
her tummy, her green kneesocks cocked wide apart with her spread
legs.
Heather could feel and hear his balls slapping her ass, as
well as the sounds of wetness from her sopping cunt. She
wondered what it would be like when he had his own orgasm.
"Aw, baby!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum!"
Gary quickly pulled out and shimmied up to Heather's face.
With her pigtails spread out on the bed sheet, she smiled as she
watched him jerk his cock above her face.
"Shit!" he muttered, as he came. Spurt after spurt of frothy
white jizz geysered onto Heather's pretty face, as she closed her
eyes to keep the gooey substance out of them. Still, with her
eyes closed, she could feel his warm essence decorating her face
until it was pretty well coated. The cheerleader giggled as he
bathed her with his semen.
When she couldn't feel any more raining down on her, Heather
opened her eyes again and looked over at her mom.
"Heather, your face is a mess!" her mom teased. "How did you
like that?"
"I liked it," Heather answered.
"Open your mouth and let him feed a little of it to you. See
how it tastes," her mom suggested.
Heather opened her mouth, as Gary scooped some of the jizz
from around her lips onto the head of his cock and put in onto
her tongue, in addition to squeezing out another sticky strand of
his fluid.
It tasted quite strange to her. Not bad, but kind of a
starchy taste. She swallowed it down.
"How does it taste?" her mom inquired.
"Not bad," Heather told her. "Just different, that's all."
Gary smiled.
"Then maybe I can squirt the whole load into your mouth next
time," he said.
Heather's mom looked at him.
"What makes you think there will be a next time?" she asked.
"Because I'm gonna marry you," he said matter-of-factly.
Heather's mom grinned from ear to ear.
"Of course, you will let me fuck Heather from time to time,
won't you?" he pleaded.
"Yes, dear," her mom said. "But only if Heather wants you
to. And I'd have to get her on birth control, too."
Gary looked down at Heather, who just smiled with her face
frosted in the doctor's jizz.
"What do you think?" he asked the young cheerleader.
"I'd like that," Heather responded, with a big smile. "You
can even squirt your stuff in my mouth next time, if you'd like."