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This was his 62nd birthday present, or rather, I was. I'd told him I wanted to do something special for him and I was well on my way towards keeping my promise. I'd brought him home-made Chinese food from my mother (I might have insinuated I was going to Stephanie's for the weekend. Pretty sure she wouldn't want her 22-year-old daughter spending the weekend fucking a huge old dude), and a series of outfits from Victoria's Secret. I have to say the white lace on my mocha-colored skin made poor old Stan's eyes about bug out of his face when I seductively blowjob slid my sundress down onto his living room floor. I reluctantly lifted myself off his chest, though I kept his now-softening manhood inside me. "Really Stan?" I said, pouting and planting my hands on my hips. "Any girl would be honored to be with you! But don't let anybody know what a catch you are. I want to keep you my own indian little secret!" "Little?" he replied. "There's NOTHING little about me my dear." Stan flexed his hips ever so slightly, sending shivers through my entire body. I could feel him hardening again. It was the most amazing feeling! After stretching me almost to the point of ripping me in half and dumping a bucket of cum in me, he'd slowly softened to the point that I almost couldn't feel him anymore. Now, with his wonderful cock refilling with blood, the warmth and hardness slowly slid into facial my consciousness again. I slid down his torso a bit, making sure he wouldn't slip out. His swelling stretched me more and more until it hurt so good, I couldn't decide if I wanted more, or if one additional fraction of an inch would tear me asunder. "Ugh, you're so fucking big," I groaned as I ran my fingers through my long black hair. My hips started rocking back and forth of their own accord forcing his tip to slide back and forth against the far end of my vagina. My lips were stretched tight around him, forcing my clit almost straight out from my body, begging to be stroked. I locked my gaze onto Stan's eyes as I slid my fingers slid down the sides of my face, over my perky b-cup breasts and down over my quivering stomach. I pushed hard against my abdomen and could easily feel him inside me. I rubbed my belly, rubbing his tip through my stomach wall. It was the most amazing feeling, rubbing him inside me like that! Slowly I worked my way south until my fingertips were lightly brushing the very tip of my engorged clit. It was like an electric shock with every pass and groans and gasps escaped my lips as my hips quickened their pace. "Play with my nipples, Stan," I cooed. He obliged, dragging the backs of his fingers across my rock-hard nips. "OH God, that feels so good baby," I cried softly as my pace increased. By now my fingers were group sex firmly circling my threesome clit, the other hand back in my hair. Chapter Nine: Teaching Their Mommy-Slut Meanwhile, Keith sat on the bed and held Lucy's hand as her daughter was pleasuring her. “ This was once a warmer place, of kind eyes on morning’s face, I remember the song of birds, and the joy in my holy mother’s words. Her tits were not very large, but her nipples were hard. She was moaning like crazy, trying her best to keep indian quiet. And though it seemed to torture her, she did it again, and again, and again. “How babies are made, what happens to the girl, how our bodies get ready for sex and stuff. My hands clutched Lucy’s body while hers sought out my cock, moving it into perfect position to penetrate her hot tight tunnel. “You’re enjoying this!” I tease softly, my fingers placating her blooming defiance, and replacing it with subservient pleasure, “You like having your brother eat your pussy, don’t you?” So I did; slowly masturbating right in front facial of 2 guys that I had never seen before that afternoon. “You know, first Juno then I let you guys cum in us. She rocked back against Brad, whose cock jerked at the blowjob sensation of her smooth skin trapping it. She heard Richard spit and felt other hands part her buttocks. I'm so sorry. Susan then tells Katie "it looks like your group sex about to be knotted. “I think it’s time for you to be reminded who’s in charge here.” He went and got threesome a leather belt from one of his pairs of trousers and dangled it in front of my face. The rest was lipstick tampons and pads and the usual other junk in a purse. We talked awhile and then I started to press her for the details of her last big sale.