Two sluts take it in the ass and eat cum

And so I sighed a cloud of resignation and began to arrange my pipets, bulbs, and vials to my liking. Before long I became immersed in my work, my mind and body smoothly coordinated in the mental and physical exercise of processing results. I had just finished the first series of washes when I was startled by the loud snap-crack of the door's seal and, with a rush of warm air, Paul entered. I was never so confused in my entire life. A thousand questions, reminders, and reprimands competed inside my mind for priority. What's he doing here at THIS hour? I can't believe my luck!! Don't act like you're too pleased to see him! Oh, Christ, he looks fantastic! Be cool, don't scare him off! Is this the chance I've been waiting for? "Hi Paul! Working late?" I managed to emit. Well, at least my surprise was genuine, and maybe the flush on my cheeks could be attributed to the cold. He couldn't have known (could he have?) how intensely I was attracted to him. The sight of him, even his mere presence affected me in a most distractingly physical and emotional way. It was like the girlish crushes I thought I'd left behind in high school, only with a more adult aspect of blatant sexuality. I wanted him -- badly.

Sharing one cock
Diane pulled Donna down to her mouth and began to lick and suck Donna's cunt and stiff clit as I reamed Diane's cunt and asshole. Ruth stood over Diane and pressed her cunt into Donna's face letting Donna tongue her cunt as I watched Donna force her fingers up Ruth's dripping pussy and tight puckered anus. We licked and sucked until I felt Diane climax and flood my face with her orgasmic juices. Ruth and Donna came quickly after Diane and I left Diane's hot wet pussy and scrambled out of the pool my stiff prick bouncing and throbbing with desire.

I awoke to a warm wet feeling on my cock, Ruth was washing my prick with
a wet towel getting me nice and clean. Once she had my cock washed and
throbbing Ruth stuffed my cock deep into her mouth and throat as she
settled her cunt over my face. We worked each other over for about 10
minutes during which Ruth climaxed on my face grinding her cunt into my
lips and tongue. I pushed her down until she was straddling my cock and
rammed my cock up her pussy while I pressed two fingers up her exposed
anus. Ruth banged her pussy on my cock until she climaxed again, this
time bringing me to climax with her and I filled her slit with my sperm
as I slowly stroked her cunt and anus until her orgasm had subsided.
Ruth and I showered and then began to plan the evenings festivities.

“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you,” she said. I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and then
she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making love
in public. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of the
water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed she
figured it would be safe.

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most beautiful
woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your monthly Pets.
I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few people in the
store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing in
front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.

Fucking his friend's Mom By: anthony Marlee Ramsey was still a looker: even in her mid-forties, with her round, extra-soft body, people often mistook her for ten years younger. More than that, people often were surprised at how she didn't see this in herself. None were more surprised than Seth Donovan. Seth was the best friend of Marlee's son, Zach. The two boys had grown up together, and now in their early twenties, were still a tight pair. They often spent weekends and holidays and summers at each others' houses. Seth was there when Zach's dad packed up and left him and Marlee more than ten years ago. Seth held Zach's head when he would get drunk to try to make the pain go away. And while he was there, he watched Marlee. Marlee did her best to keep her chin up. She did her best to forge on, to make a new and better life for herself and for Zach. She had always thought that there would be another man, another one just around the corner, that would love her unconditionally; another man that would be there for her in all the ways that her ex-husband wasn't. With each passing year, her hopes began to fade. With each date, her self-esteem began to wither away. She became upset that men looked first at her body without regards of her mind or her sharp wit. She began to withdraw from social gatherings. She began to shut down. On the outside, though, Marlee didn't let her disappointments show. She was the picture of strength. She tackled her job with gusto, even taking on extra ones when the budget got tight. She helped Zach maneuver through high school, supported his every effort in sports and beyond, hosted countless sleepovers. And at each of those things, Seth was there as well. It was the nights that got to her the most. When the house was quiet and her room was dark, it was there that she found loneliness waiting. It was at those times when Seth would often pass by her bedroom door and hear soft crying. He never understood how such a great, beautiful, smart, funny, caring woman could be left so alone for so long.
Milf Seeker Episode 235
When it was time for Seth and Zach to go off to college, it was Marlee that drove them to the campus. She was proud to see them spreading their wings, but she was also sad to know that her weekends wouldn't be filled with the sounds of boys eating her out of house and home, or fighting over the PlayStation controllers or the remote control for the TV. She knew her life wouldn't be the same without them. The boys unloaded the van, and when the last of the boxes was removed, Zach gave his mom a hug. "Thanks, Mom, for bringing us. We'll be home soon." Holding back the tears, she said, "I know you will, baby. I look forward to hearing about how school is! Please be smart, and call me, okay?" Zach nodded and backed off so Seth could give his second Mom a hug. He wrapped her in his arms, and noticed how good she felt. He noticed how good she smelled: like perfume and cookies. Like home. He felt her relax in his arms and then felt the tell-tale signs of sniffling. He took her by the chin, and turned her face up to him, watching her tears roll down her cheeks. "Wow. I'm actually getting to SEE you cry, not just hear it ..." Marlee eyed him. "What do you mean, Seth?" "For years, I've heard you cry at night through your bedroom door. But you never do it in the light of day ..." "Yes I do. Just not in front of you boys." "Why not? Maybe it would've given me a chance to make it better ..." Seth wiped the tear away with his thumb then kissed her cheek lightly. His lips made her cheeks burn, and her brain come alive with forbidden thoughts. On her way home, she wondered if ... no. It couldn't be. She wouldn't allow herself to think of this young man as anything more than her almost-son. As college years came and went, so, too, did Seth. He didn't come around as much, even though he kept in close touch with Zach via email and text messaging. The last she had heard from Seth's parents was that he had taken a job in a neighboring state and was making good money. Every so often, Seth would phone the house, and he and Marlee would have a quick chat before Zach took the phone and the boys caught up with their lives. Each time, Marlee would think back to that chaste kiss on the college campus lawn. Each time she heard Seth's voice, she would wonder. In the summertime, Zach decided to take a job at a local camp for disabled kids. He thought that his training as a physical therapist as well as his psychology minor would serve the camp well, and evidently the director agreed, because he hired Zach on the spot. The only drawback was that he would be gone from May to September. "Mom, this is great opportunity. Will you be okay here by yourself?" "Zachary, do I really strike you as the kind of woman that cannot handle herself? Surely you don't see me as that helpless and weak!" Zach cowed at her tone. "No, Mom. I just mean ... well ... Seth told me about you crying and I've noticed that you still do that sometimes. I've tried to get you to talk to me about it, but I guess it's weird for you. The house will be empty with out me and ..." "Honey, I was alone while all of you boys were in school. I can handle it. Go. Do. Please grow up and have your own life! I will be fine, I promise!" With that, Zach hugged his mother hard, then set about the task of packing to leave the next weekend. Marlee swallowed hard when she saw the boxes marked "sheets" and "towels". Inside, she knew she wasn't ready for 'alone', but couldn't bear the thought that Zach felt so responsible for her. It took about two weeks after Zach left for the loneliness to really settle in. Marlee found herself wandering from room to room, searching for something she couldn't put her finger on. Her tears flowed freely, and her frustration at her lack of control grew. Then it happened. The doorbell rang. Marlee jerked open the door absentmindedly. Normally, she would have looked outside to see who was there, but she had been crying and just didn't think. A figure filled up the doorway before she could push the door closed again, he had it open. Her eyes focused on his face. It was Seth. "Hi, pretty lady," he said, sweeping her into one of his famous bear hugs. "Where's Zach?" Catching her breath, Marlee pushed at Seth. "He's at a camp for disabled kids. I thought he would've gotten in touch to tell you. He'll be gone all summer." Seth looked at Marlee's face. "You've been crying again, haven't you ..." "Yes." She looked at the floor like a scolded little girl. Seth hugged her again. This time, he ran his fingers into her hair and pulled her close. Marlee was so hungry for some affection that she allowed him to hold her for a long time. When they finally broke the embrace, Marlee looked at Seth for a very long time. He just smiled at her, winked, and said, "You know, I already knew that Zach wasn't here. I also figured you would need some company. I hope you don't mind that I came by. You wanna make some popcorn and watch a movie or something?" She eyed him suspiciously. "Now, why would you want to watch a movie with some old, fat woman, when you could go out and have the time of your life with some gorgeous young thing that would think you're some sort of God?" Not even feeling that her last comment warranted any kind of acknowledgement, Seth got up and took Marlee by the hand, leading her into the den. He popped popcorn for the both of them and they picked a movie to watch. Seth barely saw what was on TV, as he was watching Marlee get sleepier and sleepier. "Hey, do you want to lean on me? It's okay ..." He raised his arm in welcome as she snuggled closer. "Seth, are you sure this is okay with you? I mean ... I'm practically your mom ..." "Shhhhh. It's okay, Marl ... just relax ..." he began stroking her hair as she snuggled under his protective arm. He looked down at this woman who had practically raised him. He had always known she was pretty, but right then, she took his breath away. He let her sleep in his arms for about an hour before he made a decision. He stroked her gently while saying, "Hey ... hey, pretty girl ... wake up. C'mon and let me take you upstairs. You need to get some serious sleep!" Marlee stirred, her blue eyes looked up at him. 'He is so handsome!' she thought as she watched his mouth while he talked to her. She became aware of her nipples hardening and a tingle between her legs. She allowed Seth to help her to her feet. "I have to feed the cats ..." "No, it's okay. I did it while I was popping the popcorn. They're taken care of." He led her to her bedroom, and flipped on the light. "Seth, you don't have to help me, you know. I'm sleepy, not drunk!" "I know that. But I also know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and if I don't kiss you right now, right here, then I never will." He took Marlee into his strong arms. He could see the doubt and confusion clouding her face, so he continued: "I know you think this is wrong. But I'm a grown man, and you're a grown woman. I have loved you all my life, but until this minute, I didn't really know how much. I have admired you for all you did for Zach after his dad left, and how much you were there for me when I was going through some rough patches. So whether it's just tonight, or for a long time to come, please let me make the nights not so lonely so you don't have to cry ... and if you do cry, I promise to be here to wipe your tears!" Seth looked into Marlee's eyes then took her face into his hands and brought her lips to his. At first, he felt resistance when his tongue brushed her lips, but then they parted and he slipped inside. The kiss deepened briefly, and just as quickly, Marlee pushed at Seth. "Wait ..." she said breathlessly as she backed away from him. "You're Zach's best friend. How would he feel about this? I feel as if I'm betraying him..." Seth smiled. "How do you think I knew that you were here? Alone? Zach told me. He knows how much you've been hurt. He knows how I feel about you. I would never have taken it this far unless he was okay with it. He's like my brother!" Seth took a step toward her, but Marlee put up her hand. "But ... I'm old enough to be your mom! Hell, I have practically BEEN your mom! I'm not young and pretty and slender ... not like the girls you all used to bring to the house on occasion. Is this all just a big ... a big game?" She immediately saw the hurt that her words had caused. Seth stepped back, his strong shoulders slumped a bit. "I thought you knew me better than that. Those girls were just that: girls. I want a woman. A woman full of life and fire; a strong, smart woman who knows how to love. You know how to love, Mom ... uh ... Marlee." Marlee's cheeks flushed when Seth called her 'Mom'. "Seth, what if we ... what if you fall in love with me. I can't give you children. I won't ever be young and beautiful. We will often be confronted with people who don't understand ..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at the floor. "You're trying to talk me out of loving you, Marlee. That's not going to happen. I've seen you pissed, I've seen you sick. I've seen you laugh. I've seen you go through the best and worst of times. There are no surprises. You are beautiful to me. Let me show you ..." He reached for her and this time, she let him take her by the arms and draw her closer. He opened her blouse and pushed it from her shoulders and down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. Marlee stood trembling as Seth fumbled at her pants fasteners. He pushed them off her ample hips, and they also pooled at her feet. "Step out of them, Marlee." The tone in his voice was both commanding and comforting, and she did as she was told. Although the room was warm, goosebumps covered Marlee's body. She watched Seth's face for any sign of disgust or disappointment. She found none. "Marlee, you are gorgeous." She blushed at his words. She stood in front of him, in her utilitarian bra and what the kids called "grannie panties", feeling extremely vulnerable and fat and all the things that a woman of her age and level of self-esteem would feel. Seth sensed her unease and stepped behind her, brushing her short hair to the side, and kissing her neck, ear, and shoulder. With his other hand, he stroked her skin, feeling her tremble like a frightened deer ready to bound away. Yet she didn't move. He suckled her neck and ear, whispering low, "Give me your hand. I want you to feel what you do to me ..." She reached back, and he took her hand, guiding it to the front of his jeans. There she felt his hard cock straining to be let free. "Feel that, baby? It means I want you. It means I find you beautiful and I want to make love with you until you cry from joy ..." Seth turned Marlee to her and kissed her again, this time with even more passion. She returned his kiss and wrapped her arms around him, exploring his back and his ass through his clothing. Seth reached behind Marlee and deftly unhooked her bra. While those young, twittery girls did nothing for him in the long run, they were certainly good for the practice. Her bra hung loosely, and he pushed it from her, releasing her large breasts to his eager hands and mouth. 'OOOHhhhhhh' Marlee breathed when Seth's tongue played a symphony on her nipple. Flicking, suckling, nibbling until the nipples stood out straight and engorged. "Gorgeous," he said, as he took in the sight of her now naked breasts. He had imagined this moment for most of his life. Marlee gained enough of her senses to ask, "So, am I the only one that gets naked here, Seth, or are you going to grace me with YOUR presence?" Seth laughed that great, soft, manly laugh that had filled her home for years. "C'mere, little girl, and help me ..." Marlee blushed again. No one had called her "girl" since she was 12, and certainly hadn't called her "little" in twice that long. She stepped to Seth and took hold of his shirt, hefting it over his head in one move. Seth stood in front of her, naked from the waist up. She had seen his torso many times when the boys would do work around the yard and such, but never had she been so turned on by it. He was muscular, but not overly so. A light patch of dark hair peppered his pectorals, and a fine trail led down past the top of his pants to promised treasures below. He had prominent nipples, and she couldn't resist latching her mouth on one and giving it a bit of a gentle nip. Seth's eyes rolled back as the sensations hit him, and Marlee noticed a dark spot beginning to form on the front of his jeans. "May I?" She batted her blue eyes at him as she reached for the top of his jeans. "Please!" he croaked, feeling the warmth of her hands as she worked on the zipper and button of his jeans. She pushed the garment over his hips, and down his legs, kneeling to push them all the way down. She remained kneeling as she grabbed the now-fully-tented boxers and began working them over his cock and down his muscular, tanned legs. When she looked up, his cock was pointing right at her. Seth looked down and saw his best friend's mother kneeling below his painfully hard cock. He groaned as she took it in her hand, stroking tentatively, as if it were the first time she was doing this for a lover. His cock was about 7", and thick enough to fill a woman properly without being painful. Marlee licked the shaft of Seth's cock, and felt him lurch with pleasure. "Does my baby like that?" she cooed, knowing full well he liked it. "Do you want Mommy to keep going?" Seth eyed her. Mommy? The thought turned him on even more and he merely groaned and shoved his hips at her, begging without words for her to take him in her mouth. Marlee opened her mouth and engulfed him in one motion, making Seth gasp for air. It was as if he was being electrocuted, the pleasurable sensations were so strong as she sucked his cock hard. Her manicured hands cupped his balls, feeling their fullness. Seth reached down and ran his fingers through her soft hair, groaning and thrusting in cadence with her sucking. She looked up at him and smiled inwardly, seeing the sheer pleasure on his face was something she desperately missed. "Mom ... you better stop now." Marlee kept sucking and stroking. "Mom ..... MARLEE! I don't want it to be like this! Please stop!" Reluctantly, Marlee let his cock go, and Seth stepped out of his jeans. He then took her by the arms and guided her backwards to the bed, pushing her back onto it. Her legs dangled over the side. Seth grabbed her panties and pulled them over her soft hips, down her legs and tossed them across the room. He then put his hands on the insides of her knees and pushed them open, revealing to him her dripping wet pussy. "Dear God, that's what I want!" And with little more ceremony, Seth dove into her like a starving man into a plate of prime rib. He parted her ruby flesh, now dripping with juices and pushed his tongue slowly up her slit, gathering as much of her nectar as he could. "JESUS, SETH!!!!" Marlee screamed as she felt his mouth come into contact with her pussy. Never in her 44 years of life had she felt such intensity of sensations and emotions all wrapped up in one small swoop of a tongue. Seth hadn't had many lovers, but the ones that he'd had taught him a lot about pleasing a woman. He had never had anyone so responsive to his touches before, and it was all he could do to hang on to Marlee's hips so that he could continue his oral assault on her clit and pussy. Her juices tasted different than the younger girls: more musky, more full-bodied. It made him hungrier to have her. "OOOOOHHHGGOOODDDDDDDD!! DON'T STOP!! OH, FUCK, I'M CCCUUUUMMMIIINGGGGGG!!!" Marlee screamed out her orgasm and ground her pussy against Seth's willing mouth. Seth plunged two fingers into Marlee and quickly found her G-spot, rubbing it gently as he coaxed cum after cum out of her. Finally, she pushed at his head. "Seth, baby, stop. I can't take anymore! I need ... to ... breathe!! Let me breathe!" Seth raised his head and looked up at her. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her Rubenesque body. She was truly a sight to behold. He eased up on the bed, helping her to the middle and covering her with a light blanket. He cuddled her close while her breathing came back to normal. "I have never had anyone ... ever ... make me feel that way! Seth, are you sure ..." He silenced her with a long, slow kiss. Over and over their mouths battled for domination over each other, their tongues danced lazily between. He began to caress her body, exploring every delightful curve and roll. He loved that she was so "real"; not the "plastic perfect" girls that he had always thought would be what he would want. They rarely had a brain in their head, although they looked good on his arm. But he was a man of substance, and he wanted the same in his woman. Seth slid over Marlee, and her legs fell open in invitation. He broke the kiss and looked down at her as his cock nudged its way to her entrance. "Marlee ..." he whispered as he pushed into her to the hilt slowly, so he could feel every convolution of her channel. "oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Marlee breathed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. As Seth pumped slowly into her, he looked into her eyes and said, "Now we are one. I love you." His sincerity took her breath away. She had never felt more possessed yet so free. Her fingers gripped his back muscles, her legs pulled him closer, in an effort to completely melt into him. She wanted to be a part of this man forever. Little did she know, she always had been. Seth began to pump harder, grabbing Marlee's ass in his hands and pulling her up so that his cock rubbed directly against her clit and his cockhead massaged her G-spot deep inside her. "Marlee, I need to cum, baby. Can I cum in you? Are you protected?" Thinking it a bit late to worry now, since his cock had been leaking pre-cum into her pussy for about 20 minutes, she merely nodded. They could deal with the consequences later. Right now, she wanted him to fill her with his seed and his love. "OOHHHGGOODDD, BABY! Your pussy is squeezing me so good! I want you to cum with me. Can you cum with me, sweetie? I want to fuck you until you cum ...." She knew he was getting close, so she began to roll her hips at him, grinding her clit harder into his pelvic bone. He could feel her pre-orgasmic spasms beginning inside her, so he pushed deep and just ground his hips back into hers, rubbing his cockhead against her cervix. "OOOOHHH, FUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!" Seth could hold off no longer, jetting stream after stream of hot cum into her pussy. Feeling him throb inside her and hearing his cry pushed Marlee over the edge and as Seth suckled her nipples one after the other, she came hard around his cock, milking the last of his cum deep into her pussy. Breathless, they lay, still joined, for a long while. Seth brushed Marlee's hair from her face and kissed her over and over again. "Dear God, woman, I do love you ..." he gushed, looking at her and smiling. "I'm scared, Seth." "What are you scared of?" "I'm scared of loving you. Of hurting you. Of not being enough." Seth kissed her again and rolled from her, pulling her under his arm in a protective embrace. She lay with her head on his chest. "Can you hear my heart, Marlee?" "Umm-hmmm ..." "Then you must know what it's telling me." He hugged her tight and kissed her on the forehead. She sighed and snuggled into him more closely. "I guess I'm not your 'mom' anymore, huh?" He stroked her arm. "I think I like 'lover' better, don't you?" She had to agree that she liked it much better, there in his arms. That was 25 years ago. They're still the talk of the town, but now it's talk of how lucky they are to have found a love so true. And Marlee still cries: She cried when Seth asked her to marry him six months after their first time together. She cried when they placed their daughter, Meghan, on her breast for the first time three months after that. She cried at Zach's wedding and when he presented her with her first grandbaby. They were all good tears, and Seth was right there to wipe them. Just like he had promised.

Archive-name: Casual/workgirl.txt
Archive-author: Jeff Thompson
Archive-title: Hard Working Girl, A

*** This story is based on the experiences of Miss Sharon Henderson ***

‘What is life all about? I wish somebody would tell me, someone
whose opinion I respect, that is. Until that happens, I can only be-
lieve that life is just one hard slog from start to end.

I’m now twenty-one, and for the past two years my weekly routine
has hardly changed. Monday to Friday I study medicine at University
where I am a live-in student, and the evenings are spent doing tutorials
or catching up on some writing. I hope one day to be a hospital con-
sultant but have a further three years to go in order to get my degree.

Saturdays I work from ten until six as a checkout operator at my
local Sainsburys to supplement my grant, which means by Saturday night I
am absolutely fed up with work. I’ve found the only way I can cope is
to just let go and enjoy myself for a few hours, which for me means get-
ting screwed, hard and as often as possible.

Since coming up to Cambridge I’ve had sex with an awful lot of men
and been called a slag many times, but I don’t care. So long as I can
fuck my brains out between Saturday night and Monday morning, I can face
the week ahead with my soul refreshed. Its so good for the complexion
too, and the few blemishes that I used to have are now gone, leaving me
with peachy perfect skin. I’d recommend any girl to fuck as much as she
can while she’s young and horny, and ignore the stupid do-gooders who’re
only jealous anyway. By now I must’ve persuaded dozens of young girls
to become as sexually promiscuous as I like to be, and whenever we meet
they all look really lovely now and are enjoying life to the full.

Every Saturday after work I cycle back to the hall of residence and
have a lazy soak in the bath before preparing myself. When I’ve dried
myself I rub masses of body lotion into my skin, paying particular at-
tention to my tits, cunt lips and arse. By the time I have finished,
my boobs glow like rich creamy globes, each topped with a rigid brown
teat begging to be sucked, and as my puffy lips protrude down from my
cunt a really horny sex-loving feeling starts to permeate my crotch.

After brushing my hair and putting the minimum of make-up on my
face, I then dab Chanel 19 onto a few crucial areas of skin before get-
ting dressed. The objective is to get noticed, so I don a flimsy pink
lace-up camisole with suspenders attached, stockings with the words
“love” and “sex” tracing a pattern up to the thigh, and a very brief
wrap-over skirt which blows open to the waist. My full milky breasts
and hard brown nipples are left completely visible through the sheer ma-
terial of the camisole top, while sexy high heeled shoes complete my
wanton appearance.

To save money I usually catch a bus to my first call, and ignore
all the looks, nudges and stares from the other passengers. My destina-
tion is a working mens hostel in the cheapest part of town. I’ve become
well known there for my Saturday night visits and a crowd normally gath-
ers by the time I arrive at about seven-thirty. There are two large
dormitory type rooms and I make my way into one or the other, then take
off my skirt before I lie back on one of the beds, spread my slendour
legs wide apart and frig my bare cunt until the juices bubble out.

The men there are mostly labourers working away from home, and I
love their down-to-earth dirty language with “fuck” and “cunt” in almost
every sentence. Usually, it doesn’t take many minutes of fingering my
pussy before some of the bolder ones make a move, and I love to just lie
there while they take turns at pumping hot spunk into my womb. Ooh,
just thinking about it now brings a tingle to my randy cock-loving cunt.
At weekends I’ll fuck anyone to get lots of spunk into me and I never
care what the men look like as they’re reasonably clean, their cocks get
hard and they can shoot plenty of cum.

Last Saturday was about average and of the thirty or so men present
about a third of them were spunky enough to give me a sound fucking.
The best night had been a couple of weeks earlier when a crowd of Dutch-
men swelled the numbers and I ended up having seventeen of them. They
were really into dirty sex, which is something I adore, and they took
turns shoving their sweaty cocks deep into my wet cunt before having me
suck them off. I then let their cum dribble out my mouth into a jug,
and they finally poured it all into a large syringe before injecting all
their spunk and my saliva deep inside my horny sperm-loving body.

Their customary routine is to get drunk most nights, and by nine
o’clock most of them have drifted off to a working mens club nearby, so
I re-fasten my little skirt and set off in the other direction.
Naturally, by then spunk is streaming down the insides of both my
thighs. Now I know some girls would use tissues or something to mop
themselves up, but I like being reminded of sex and just letting their
juice leak out freely and run down both my legs is the best reminder of
all.

Last week, I was walking away from the hostel when a man approached
me and asked if I was doing any business. I thought it was a real hoot
him thinking I was a genuine prostitute, so I told him he could fuck me
standing up for a tenner and he handed me a ten pound note straight from
his wallet. He offered to use a condom but I snatched it out his hand
and threw it away saying what’s the point of eating sweets with the
wrapper on! He then took me behind a building and shot his hot load up
me to mix in with all the labourer’s spunk. Wasn’t that a nice dirty
surprise?

My next stop is a wine bar where I head straight for the ladies.
There I take my skirt off and massage the semen into my skin before
running a bowl of water and washing my cunt. Althought I think its a
silly shame, some men are a bit fussy about other men’s spunk so I have
to go through this tidy-up rigmarole. Sure, I get funny looks from
women who come into the loo but I just stare back at them and carry on
wiping my crotch until I’ve finished.

The bar is one of those chrome and glass affairs with high stools
ranged around the walls, and attracts trendy singles like flies. I get
an empty glass from the bar and sit on a stool so my skirt falls open,
exposing my suspenders and pubic bush, and its a bad night if I haven’t
been approached within two minutes. If its for a quickie round the back
or in somebody’s car I always return to the bar afterwards and try for
another straight away. One week I got screwed four times this way in
less than half an hour, then shamelessly sat on a stool so my cunt lips
hung apart and a group of impressionable young girls could see the cum
oozing copiously from my randy slit!

Whenever a man takes me back to his place I tell him I’m meeting my
boyfriend at the disco later so he’ll have to drive me back after we’ve
fucked, and this story always works. Its usually after ten-thirty be-
fore I get into one of the city centre discos, and by then still more
semen is running out of my sex-loving hole to soak my creamy thighs.
But because of the subdued lighting nobody notices all the juicy spunk
dribbling down my stockinged legs, and even if they do its assumed to be
perspiration or my own randy sex-juices. I adore feeling the wetness
run down my legs!

Discos are like fantasy palaces, where people can pretend to be
what they aren’t and nobody minds. Because of this my clothes or lack
of them don’t stand out half as much, and with all the low-cut micro
minis being worn, a lot of tits, suspenders and panties are on show.
The discussion in the Ladies loo is usually whether or not to screw with
the guy they’re dancing with. Sometimes they ask me what to do, and I
always say they should forget the risks, ignore the goody-goodys and get
as much sex as they possibly can, because its a proven fact that girls
bodies need plenty of semen to develop a smooth milky complexion and to
promote their hormones.

I get a real kick from talking young girls into being promiscuous
without caring who they fuck, and one lovely petite seventeen-year-old
went completely cock-crazy after I’d spoken to her. She’s since joined
in the swinging scene, screws with absolutely anyone, and simply adores
being gang-banged. I also convinced two teenage sisters, who both now
advertise in several contact magazines, and each wants to be first to
have had a thousand men spunk inside them. But I must admit the young
schoolkids who con their way past the doormen are the easiest converts.
I must’ve persuaded dozens of fourteen and fifteen year old girls to be
nice little sluts and love to see their changed appearance after their
first few one night stands, with their tight micro-skirts and bra-less
young tits being felt-up all over the dance floor!

But the real reason why I visit discos is simply because I like the
raunchy music and atmosphere, although I do get a kick from sucking off
strangers who sit next to me in the dark alcoves. If I have a drink in
front of me I don’t swallow their spunk right away, but let it dribble
from my mouth into the glass while they watch, then knock it back in one
gulp. I never ask their names. Who cares about names when its cock I’m
after. Usually I can persuade one or two men to let me sit across them
and feed their stiff cocks up my pulsating sheath. Its great having a
man shooting spunk inside my cunt only a few feet from the packed dance
floor, while loud sexy music is booming around the room.

If no-one asks me to sleep with them I go straight back to my room
when the disco closes, throw my things on the floor and climb into bed.
Instead of washing, I revel in the juicy dirty feeling as God knows how
many men’s spunk keeps leaking out of my hot cunt all night, and next
morning I’ll reek of sperm and there’ll be a thick dry coating of spunk
on my peachy thighs and bum.

Sunday mornings I spend doing my laundry, but after lunch I always
pop round to a nearby large house which has been rented by eight male
students. They have regular pot-smoking sessions, but drugs aren’t the
reason why I go there. Once they get high they don’t care what they get
up to, so we play a stupid game where I take off my knickers and pull my
skirt right up before lying on the carpet. Then they blindfold me and I
have three guesses at whose cock is in my cunt before the spunk rushes
into me.

But one week they fooled me by getting some twelve and thirteen
year old lads off the playing fields, and of course they all orgasmed as
soon as they’d pushed their cocks inside me. By the fourth premature
spunking I guessed something was up and took off the mask. I was an-
noyed at first and told them next time they bring people off the street
to make sure they’re old enough to fuck me! Of course, being the jokers
they are, the following week they smuggled in a sixty-five year old pen-
sioner and it was ages before he managed to pump his weak spunk into my
cunt.

Afterwards I usually make us all Sunday tea, and leave around seven
to make my way down to the lorry park. As I said earlier I like to fuck
my brains out at weekends, and sometimes this makes a great finale. On
Sunday a lot of continental drivers stop there overnight, and there are
usually about sixty or seventy large container lorries parked there.

Quite simply, I walk up and down the rows of trucks knocking on all
the cab doors asking if they want to fuck me. I don’t get all that many
refusals and I love the dirty feeling as French, Spanish, German, Ital-
ian and Greek drivers each grab my bum with their filthy hands and shove
their foreign cocks right up my cunt before shooting more and more and
still more creamy spunk into my horny young womb. Yes, Sunday nights I
just go spunk crazy and make a real pig of myself!

Pretty soon my stockings are absolutely soaked in spunk as it runs
thickly out of my cunt and down both my legs, so much so that it starts
trickling into my shoes as well. Still I keep on offering myself to be
fucked more and more until eventually I can hardly walk straight. Un-
fortunately, I have to leave the compound at ten o’clock when the secu-
rity men lock the gates, and it is always with reluctance that I lurch
back to the University where I just drop into bed to sleep. Then next
morning I’ll put my things in the wash and clean myself up before get-
ting dressed in my “normal” clothes again.

OK, so maybe some highly moral people don’t approve of my life-
style, but at least it gets me through the hard slog each week, and if I
get my degree in three years time it will all have been worth it. Also,
the considerable number of girls who have thanked me for leading them
into uninhibited sex are living proof of its natural beauty.

Yours very sincerely, Sharon
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