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3330 lines
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DN-445 Easy Wild Wife by Don Scott
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Chapter 1
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Even though she knew she was a beautiful woman, Karen still worried
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about Joe, her husband, whenever he went "out with the guys." She
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always suspected that maybe he was going to meet a woman.
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She looked at herself in the mirror, wishing she felt as beautiful and
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sexy as she knew she looked.
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Karen Hobson stood five-foot-eight and had the most incredibly
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curvaceous body any man could imagine. Her most impressive feature was
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her tits. Karen's tits billowed out from her body, huge and creamy,
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with areolas a chocolate-brown color. They were wider across than a
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man's palm. Her nipples stood out prominently, and Karen wasn't afraid
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to wear clothes that showed off her tits to their best advantage.
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She had a flat stomach and rather wide hips with strong, full, muscular
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thighs that could hold a man's head trapped to her pussy if she wanted
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to.
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Karen's 4OD-24-37 physique had turned Joe on for years, and never once
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had she turned him down when he wanted to fuck, have his cock sucked,
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or stick his tongue deep into her pussy until she came.
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She had a medium-size mouth with lips that were neither full nor thin;
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large, dark brown eyes with slender eyebrows that arched above them
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whenever she thought seriously, and a narrow nose with rather high
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cheekbones that gave her something of an aristocratic appearance. Her
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hair was auburn, not quite red or brown, and she usually wore it
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loosely pinned atop her head in an indistinct bun, with satiny tendrils
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of hair falling down her smooth cheeks.
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"What's wrong, honey?" Joe asked, his shirt still open as he prepared
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for his evening out. "Still worried about me going out after all these
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years?"
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Though he tried to say it in a joking tone, Karen took the words with
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painful seriousness. She looked at him in the mirror, wishing she
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really knew what was going on inside his head.
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"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."
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"You shouldn't."
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A thought came to Karen, and it was so beautiful she couldn't help
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breaking into a big, beaming smile.
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"Before you go out there's something I want to do ... just so you won't
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forget about me when you're with your friends."
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"Hmmmm?" Joe murmured, turning his back on Karen as he tucked his
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shirttails into his pants.
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Karen grabbed the bottom of her loose, fluffy sweater and jerked it
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over her head. Her huge, milky tits jiggled tautly inside the lacy,
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confining, tight-fitting bra. Looking down, she was surprised to see
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that her nipples had already gotten hard. She could feel them tingling
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with anticipation.
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She unclasped the hook-and-eye fastener between the cups of her bra and
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let it filter down her arms. Karen cast the bra to the floor on top of
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her discarded sweater.
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"I don't know what time I'll be home tonight," Joe said, looking into
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his own personal mirror, which was fixed to the back of the clothes
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closet door. He was knotting his necktie. "Don't wait up for me. What
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was that you said about giving me something to remember you by while
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I'm gone? Honey, I'll only be with the guys a couple of hours."
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Karen remained as quiet as possible as she stripped out of her slacks.
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Getting to her feet, completely naked except for a pair of sexy bikini
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panties, Karen put her hands on her wide hips and waited for Joe to
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turn around.
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When Joe did turn around, his jaw dropped.
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"Goddamn it, Karen, even after all these years the sight of your body
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gives me an instant hard-on."
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He tapped his crotch, his fingertips playing along the slumbering
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column of cockmeat that was nestled inside.
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"You're the sexiest woman I've ever known in my entire life."
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Karen gave her shoulders a little shake, sending her huge, hard-nippled
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tits in motion. She licked her glistening red lips lewdly,
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suggestively. Even though she hadn't touched her cunt, she could feel
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the pussyjuice oozing to her pink cuntlips, making her panties stick to
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her.
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"I want to make sure that you remember what good stuff you've got
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waiting for you at home," Karen said in a husky, sultry whisper. "And I
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don't even care if you brag about it to your buddies tonight, either."
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Karen's mind was reeling as she watched her husband's prick getting
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steadily larger and larger inside his slacks, stretching down the leg.
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He had a big, beautiful cock that measured a cunt-stretching ten-inches
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long when it was fully hard.
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"Tonight, my darling," Karen said, her voice quivering a little as she
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struggled with herself to say the words that she knew her husband was
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dying to hear. "Tonight, before you leave, I'm yours to do with
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whatever you want."
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"Anything?" Joe's eyes widened visibly. "Mine? To do with whatever I
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want?"
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Karen nodded her head almost imperceptibly. Her heart was pounding in
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her chest. There was very little she wouldn't do for the man she loved,
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but Joe did like some sexual things that she didn't care for, like
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fucking her tits and then cumming on her face.
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Though Karen loved it when he titty-fucked her - she always figured her
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big tits and his big cock were made for each other - then shot his hot,
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gooey cum all over her tits, she didn't like it when he came on her
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face.
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Also, she didn't like to ass-fuck her husband. She'd spread her
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asscheeks and taken his ten-inch-long cock into her asshole before, but
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it was always a painful experience, and Karen just didn't care for it
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at all.
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Something told her - perhaps it was the glint in Joe's eyes - that her
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asshole was going to get reamed out before he took off on a drinking
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binge with his buddies.
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"I want to give you what you want so you won't forget me here at home
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while you're out with your friends."
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A shiver of fear rippled through Karen's curvaceous body as Joe walked
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boldly toward her, crossing the room in a few quick steps.
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"Oh, Joe!" Karen gasped as her husband grabbed her tits.
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He did it this way sometimes and it turned Karen on in a way that she
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really didn't understand. Normally Joe fondled her tits very softly,
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carefully caressing her lust-hardened nipples and sucking on them
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tenderly. But sometimes he was like a wildman, grabbing her tits and
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gouging his fingers deep into the huge mounds of feminine flesh.
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He was being rough with her, and Karen felt hot pussyjuice oozing to
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the entrance of her cunt because of it.
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Joe's powerful fingers burrowed deep into her 4OD-cup tits. He cupped
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both tits, mauling them with his strong hands as he kissed her mouth
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brutally hard, thrusting his tongue between her lips.
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Karen twisted her arms around Joe's neck, leaving her tits exposed for
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him to hungrily, passionately fondle. She groaned a little with pain
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when she felt his fingers twisting almost savagely one nipple. Hot
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bolts of pleasure and pain sizzled through her veins and her clit
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throbbed hotly between her cuntlips.
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When the kiss finally ended, Karen turned her face away from her
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husband, puffing his mouth down to her neck. She squirmed as he
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brutalized her big, aching, passion-hungry tits.
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"Take me, Joe. Any way you want me! Take me! Take me!"
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Though she'd seen him this way before, Karen had never seen Joe quite
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this crazed with lust. Realizing that he was as turned on as she'd ever
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seen him delighted the big-titted brunette, letting her know that she
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still hadn't lost her feminine charms.
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Still holding onto Karen's tits, Joe pushed her backward until the
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backs of her knees touched the edge of their large bed. He gave Karen a
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powerful shove and she fell backward, her tits bouncing crazily on her
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chest, spread out a little more than normal now because she was on her
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back. There were red marks on her tits where Joe's hands had been.
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"You hot-blooded bitch!" he hissed.
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Karen stifled the shriek she kept trapped in her chest when Joe grabbed
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her panties and ripped them off her. She lay there, her arms at her
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sides, legs flopping over the edge of the bed, completely naked. Joe
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ripped open his pants and pulled out his huge, rock-solid cock. He
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didn't even bother to take his shirt and tie off or push his pants down
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much below his cock and balls.
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"Oh, Joe!" Karen sighed as her husband dropped to his knees at the side
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of the bed and buried his face between her thighs.
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She felt his tongue pushing between her cuntlips at the same time his
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hands once again covered her big, sensitive tits. Joe fucked his
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stiffened tongue as deep into Karen's cunt as he could, pinching and
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tugging on her aching nipples at the same time to send a strange
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combination of pleasure and pain rippling through her body.
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"Eat me! Oh, God! Eat my cunt, Joe!" Karen sighed, rolling her head
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from side to side on the big, soft bed as she felt her cuntlips being
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pried apart by her husband's experienced tongue.
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When Joe sucked her clit between his lips and whipped the red-hot
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nubbin with his tongue, Karen nearly came right then and there. The
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wild thrills that were going through her were almost more than she
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could sanely bear. The realization that she could still turn her
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husband into a sex-crazed maniac delighted her as she quivered on the
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bed, giving her senses free rein.
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"Mmmmmmmft!" Joe slurped, dragging his tongue through Karen's tight,
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pink cuntlips until he reached her clit.
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Joe's prick wagged about from his waist, hard as a fence post, the
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cockhead almost purple, very mean-looking. He sank his fingers deep
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into Karen's lush mounds of tits flesh, unmindful of whether he was
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hurting her or not, only concerned with having the most erotic
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experience of his life.
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Karen raised one knee, moving her foot over a little so that the back
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of her knee was on Joe's shoulder and her leg bounced lightly on his
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back. She could feel his tongue probing deep inside her cunt, working
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between her slick pussylips to drink up all the sweet, slick pussy-
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juice that she had to give.
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"Soooooo goood!" Karen purred, her lips parted a little as she squirmed
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in sexual ecstasy.
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She loved it when her husband fucked his tongue into her cunt. Karen
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almost always came extremely hard whenever Joe decided to eat her
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pussy.
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It came as a surprise when Joe threw Karen's legs over his shoulders.
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The backs of her knees were on his shoulders as he stood up. Karen's
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ass raised off the bed. Her eyes got large as she wondered what her
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husband had in mind for her.
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"Joe what are you - awwwwwww!"
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Without any preliminaries, without any forewarning, Joe brought his
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cockhead to Karen's asshole and plunged into her.
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The huge, bullet-shaped cockhead met resistance at Karen's tight
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asshole. But Joe was not to be denied. He would not allow himself not
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to enjoy ass-fucking Karen. It was something she so seldom allowed him.
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Despite her size, Karen felt like a rag doll getting raped. Only her
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head and shoulders were on the bed as Joe gripped her thighs firmly in
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his hands, holding her so that the backs of her thighs were against the
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front of his body with her legs over his shoulders.
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"Uh!" Joe grunted with exertion, throwing his hips forward to sink
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another couple inches of his fiery, turgid prick into his voluptuous
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wife's asshole.
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Karen's big, creamy tits jiggled on her chest, the areolas a dark brown
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with the lust and agony that she felt. It seemed like her asscheeks
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were being ripped apart by the thick, broad, oval-shaped shaft of her
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husband's cock. His pricktip kept burrowing deeper and deeper into her
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asshole. She felt consciousness slipping away from her, and as she felt
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this happening, the pain in her asshole became less intense.
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"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Joe grunted and heaved, pistoning his hips as he stood at
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the edge of the bed, trying to work all ten inches of his red-hot prick
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into Karen's ass.
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Karen's arms were above her head, twitching on the bed as she felt
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Joe's massive, conical cockhead driving relentlessly deeper and deeper
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into her asshole. She moaned softly, surprised that she didn't feel
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much pain now, her mind spinning, a cloud seeming to have descended
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over her brain to make everything she felt hazy and indistinct.
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"Take ... take me, Joe!" she murmured.
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She knew that those were the words he wanted to hear as he lunged at
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her, sinking the last of his cock into her asshole. When Karen felt his
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cum-churning balls slap into the crevice of her asscheeks she realized
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that she'd taken all ten inches of his bone-hard cock into her ass.
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Joe spread his feet wide apart for better balance as he jerked his hips
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to and fro, pounding into his wife's asscheeks, sinking his red-hot
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cock into her butt with furious energy. Each time he pulled back, he
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paused a moment, feeling her asshole flexing and tightening around his
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cock. Then he drove his cock into her asshole, throwing himself at her,
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pushing all of his prick into her ass as he pulled her back against
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himself.
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"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
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Karen could hear the harsh sounds of Joe's grunting as he pummeled her
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asscheeks with his body, torturing and yet tantalizing her asshole with
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his gigantic prick.
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She could hear the sound of her husband's body slapping against the
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backs of her firm, quivering thighs as he pounded his huge prick into
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her asshole. Each time Joe's body struck against Karen's, her tits
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shook on her chest, spread apart slightly, the nipples hard and
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tingling.
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"Oh, Joe! You're so big! You're too big for me," Karen said weakly.
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She opened her eyes just slits, looking through her dark eyelashes up
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at her husband. The expression on his face was one of obsession, of
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almost demonic lust. She saw the muscles in his forearms flexing just
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beneath the surface of his skin as he gripped her legs tightly, keeping
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her ass up in the air so that he could fuck it. His chest muscles
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bulged out more than Karen could ever remember seeing before.
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"Y-Your ass ... is so ... tight!" Joe groaned through clenched teeth.
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He threw his hips forward with extra energy, which caused his big-
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titted wife to give out a weak squeal. He watched her tits shaking from
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her chest and thought about fucking them, then decided that he should
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continue to ass-fuck Karen as long as she was letting him.
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"Cum, lover! Cum in my ass!"
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Karen's senses were becoming unclouded and she could once again feel
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the entire enormous length of her husband's throbbing cock as it lanced
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into her asshole. Karen could feel the rim of Joe's massive cockhead
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sliding to and fro deep inside her butt. And though her asscheeks felt
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like they were being ripped apart, Karen was also filled with an almost
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overpowering sensation of being thoroughly crammed with hard cockmeat.
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The pain was coming back to her. When Karen heard the familiar
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grumbling sound coming from deep within her husband's chest, she knew
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that she didn't have long to wait before she got his hot load of cum
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squirting deep in her asshole.
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"Goddamn! Oh! Karen! Sweet Karen!"
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The words delighted the big-titted brunette as she writhed in blissful
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agony at the end of her husband's long, thick, pulsating cock. She
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shivered, her big tits shaking on her chest. He bore into her, sliding
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every inch of his big prick between her asscheeks, reaming out her butt
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until his cock was completely buried inside her.
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Karen felt Joe's balls get trapped between her asscheeks and his
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quivering, flexing thighs. When his balls pulled up between his legs,
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she felt them jerk and a second later felt cum gushing deep inside her
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asshole.
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"Yesssss!" she hissed, tightening her asshole around the driving prick
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that lanced into her tortured butt again and again.
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The deluge of cum that spewed out of Joe's balls flooded Karen's
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asshole. When she had used her ass to work every last drop of cum from
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his balls, Joe pushed her legs off his shoulders. Karen nearly slipped
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off the bed, her feet on the floor, the edge of the bed at the small of
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her back.
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"Ohhhh! Darling, you haven't fucked me with that much energy in a long,
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long time."
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Karen felt absolutely fucked out. Like she didn't have another ounce of
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energy in her entire body. She fell to the floor, landing heavily on
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her still-aching asscheeks.
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"When I said I wanted to give you something to remember me by tonight,
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I never dreamed you'd throw something like that at me!"
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"How was it?" Joe asked, a confident smile playing with the corners of
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his mouth as he hitched up his pants, tucking his satisfied prick and
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empty balls back inside.
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"I ... I think you've fucked me out," Karen replied, even her tongue
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sound weak and fucked-out. "Oh, dear, you really got horny, didn't
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you?"
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Karen continued sitting on the floor, leaning back against her bed
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until Joe had left the house. Then, naked, she got back onto the bed,
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belly down, and fell to sleep, her asshole tingling madly from the
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blissful abuse it had received.
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Karen slept confidently, secure in the knowledge that she had fucked
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Joe so well that he wouldn't even think about another woman that night.
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She had no idea how wrong she was.
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Chapter 2
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When Karen awoke Saturday morning, she reached across the bed to feel
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Joe.
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Only Joe wasn't there.
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Instantly she was vividly awake. She looked at the small clock beside
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the bed. It was eight-thirty in the morning and Joe still wasn't home!
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She threw the blankets off her naked, voluptuous body, her mind
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spinning as she thought about what might have happened to him.
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Just then the telephone rang. Karen answered it quickly.
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"Joe? Joe? Are you all right?" she asked rapidly.
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"Mrs. Hobson?" a strange male voice asked.
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"Yes. This is Mrs. Hobson."
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Karen's heart stopped beating. She was convinced without being told
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that something terrible had happened to her beloved husband.
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"Mrs. Hobson, this is Sheriff Carlisle, and I've got some bad news for
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you."
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Sheriff Carlisle did have some bad news for Karen, and when he was
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finished telling it, it didn't leave Karen feeling sad. It left her
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feeling pissed as hell.
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Joe had been arrested in the wee hours of the morning on a Driving
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While Intoxicated charge. What made matters worse was that he had a
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woman with him and she was giving him a blow-job when Joe was pulled
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over and subsequently arrested.
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By the time Karen hung up the phone, she had a slow burning anger
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inside her that she knew wouldn't easily be soothed. The lousy, rotten,
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two-timing son of a bitch! thought Karen as she sat in her bedroom.
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Her asshole was still tingling a little from taking Joe's monstrous,
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bone-hard prick into it the previous evening. Karen remembered how
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she'd wantonly told Joe that he could have her any way he wanted to.
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She was even going to let him titty-fuck her and cum on her face, if
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that would please him.
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She did all that for him and how did she get treated in return? He goes
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out and gets a blow-job from some slut!
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Karen was fuming. She had to go to jail to get him out, but she really
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felt like leaving him in there over the weekend. If it wasn't for the
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fact that he had an extremely important business appointment early on
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Monday morning, she'd let him stay in jail.
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But, of course, Karen knew she couldn't let him stay there. The
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business appointment could change their lives. It might just possibly
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almost double their yearly income. No matter how angry Karen was at her
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husband, she wouldn't allow herself to destroy an opportunity like
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that. He'd worked too hard to set the meeting up for her own petty
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grievances to stand in the way.
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Still angry but now being able to think a bit more rationally, Karen
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got up from the bed, wondering what she should do next.
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* * *
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Barbara waited until she heard the line click dead before she put her
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receiver on the cradle. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her
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chest.
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Daddy was getting a blow-job from a woman while he was driving drunk,
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she thought. Now he's in jail and mom must be going right out of her
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mind!
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A teenager, Barbara resembled her mother in many ways. She had Karen's
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auburn hair, except Barbara had hers fashioned in a somewhat punk
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style, and combed back above the ear on one side. Her cheekbones were
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very prominent, and she usually highlighted them with a bit of rouge.
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Her eyes were hazel and quite beautiful.
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Barbara didn't have her mother's big tits, but her 36C-24-36 figure had
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turned many heads in her young life, and she was justifiably proud of
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her almost perfect proportions.
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The girl took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer near her bed and lit
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one, inhaling the smoke slowly and letting it slowly exhale.
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She had to help her mother get Joe out of jail.
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* * *
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"So you were listening on the other extension then?" Karen asked
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quietly, shocked that her daughter knew everything. "I'm sorry. You
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weren't suppose to hear that. At your age you shouldn't have to deal
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with problems like this."
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"That's okay," Barbara said, standing uncomfortably in the doorway to
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her parents' bedroom. "I want to help if I can. I'm not a baby any
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more, you know."
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Karen looked at Barbara and smiled. It was true. Barbara wasn't a
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little girl any more. She was young and beautiful, and there was a
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toughness to her spirit that Karen knew she herself didn't possess.
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"Well, we'll see if there's anything you can do later," Karen said
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finally. "Right now I've got to go to the police station and see what I
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can do to get Joe out."
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Barbara nodded her head thoughtfully. "Then I'll see you when you get
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back."
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* * *
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"I've got to check you for weapons," Deputy Phelps said to Karen. "Put
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your hands against the wall and don't move 'em until I tell you
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otherwise."
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A shiver of fear went through Karen as she put her hands against the
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wall, placed her feet back a little more, and spread her feet in the
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standard position she'd seen on so many television shows.
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Deputy Phelps had a rotten reputation in town as a man who would abuse
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his authority, and the reputation was well deserved.
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"I've only come here to see my husband," Karen said, surprised that her
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voice was just a whisper.
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"Shut up!" Deputy Phelps snapped harshly. "Don't talk unless you're
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spoken to."
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Karen felt the deputy's hands at her ankle. His hands traveled up her
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leg, over her calf to her thigh. Karen groaned softly as she felt
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Deputy Phelps's fingers kneading her thigh through her slacks.
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"What are you doing?" Karen asked as the deputy's hands moved slowly up
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her thigh.
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"Shut the fuck up I said!"
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Karen closed her eyes. She dropped her head, her chin on her chest now.
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Despite her contempt for the deputy, she could feel a new warmth in her
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cunt from the way he was massaging her thigh, his hands moving closer
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and closer to her pussy.
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At the top of her leg, his fingers nearly touching her pussy through
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her slacks and panties, the deputy's upward progress stopped and he
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started on her other ankle, once again working this way up.
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Karen sighed with relief. She didn't want him to touch her cunt because
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if he did he'd surely feel the pussyjuice that was heating and
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moistening her cunt.
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The hands were at her other thigh, kneading and massaging the muscular
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flesh. This time, however, the deputy boldly put his hand at the
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juncture of Karen's thighs, pressing his fingers against her cuntlips.
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"Oh!" Karen gasped.
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Deputy Phelps rubbed his hand back and forth over Karen's cuntlips,
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forcing her panties to press hard against her tingling clit. She bit
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her lower lip softly to keep from moaning. Even though she despised the
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cruel bastard, his fingers were igniting a fire in her cunt that she
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knew wouldn't easily be doused.
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"Lady, you've got one hell of a body," Deputy Phelps said, a cruel tone
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to his words. "One of the absolute best in town. You sure as hell have
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the biggest tits!"
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He laughed and Karen felt a sense of dread sweeping over her. There was
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nothing she could do to fight the bastard. If she didn't please Deputy
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Phelps, he could turn her away and she wouldn't have a chance to talk
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to Joe.
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When Karen felt the deputy's fingers sliding under her sweater in back,
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touching her flesh, her clit throbbed hotly between her pink, juicy
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cuntlips. Not even her own personal revulsion of the man could stop her
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passion-hungry, wanton body from responding to what he was doing to
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her.
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He pushed both hands up Karen's sweater, all the way up to her
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shoulders. Then Deputy Phelps's right hand slipped around her body and
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he cupped her tit in his palm, the fingers pressing into her firm tit
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through her bra.
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The tingles that went from Karen's nipple through her body was like a
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powerful electric shock. She had a man's hand grabbing her tit,
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squeezing and rubbing it. Karen's tits hadn't been touched by anyone
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but herself and Joe in years. She hated Deputy Phelps for what he was
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doing to her, and yet she was getting turned on, too.
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"Fuckin' A!" the deputy hissed under his breath.
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He reached around Karen's body with both hands and grabbed her tits
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under her sweater. His fingers bore deep into the 4OD-cup tits. As he
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fondled her tits, he rubbed his crotch against her asscheeks, sliding
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his hips from side to side as his cock got hard inside his pants.
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Karen remained in the position, feet spread wide, leaning forward with
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her hands against the wall. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she
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tried to ignore the swirling sensations of lust that were going through
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her. The heat of the deputy's prick seemed to go straight into her. It
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was almost as though neither of them had any clothes on and she could
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feel the burning heat of his throbbing cock against her naked
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asscheeks.
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Deputy Phelps pushed Karen's sweater so that it was bunched above her
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tits and was above her shoulder blades in back. He chuckled as he
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grabbed her bra and unfastened the clasp at her back.
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"Oh no!" Karen moaned softly as she felt her bra loosening around her
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body, the cups releasing their tension against her huge boobs.
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A moment later Karen heard a zipping sound and felt the deputy's cock
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press between her asscheeks. His arms wound around her body and he
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grabbed her tits, his fingers pushing the cups away from the boobs. He
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pinched her nipples hard and rolled them, which sent a fresh wave of
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pussyjuice to Karen's cunt.
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"Suck my cock," the deputy hissed viciously.
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Karen shook her head. She wouldn't suck his cock no matter what. The
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only man in the world she'd ever given a blow-job to was her husband,
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and she wasn't going to change that fact with a cruel son of a bitch
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who forced himself upon her.
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"Lousy cunt," Deputy Phelps hissed through clenched teeth.
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He sank his fingers painfully deep into Karen's tits to show her that
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he didn't like being denied anything. His uniform pants were down to
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his knees and his cock - all nine thick, fiery inches of it - was
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trapped between his body and Karen's asscheeks, rubbing against the
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fabric of her slacks.
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Karen could really feel the heat of the deputy's prick now. Her clit
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was tingling madly, erect with the lust that was sizzling through her,
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seething with passion. She wished that Deputy Phelps would once again
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reach between her wide-spread thighs to rub his hand against her
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cuntlips, then cursed herself silently for thinking such thoughts.
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"Oh, yeah! Lady, you could really do my cock justice!" the deputy
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whispered. "I could really get off on a broad like you. I like cunts
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with big tits and big asses!"
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"You bastard," Karen whispered.
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She waited for retribution, but apparently the deputy hadn't heard her.
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Karen ran the tip of her tongue around her mouth, licking her lips to
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moisten them. The hands that worked over her tits had become more
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gentle, and the response her body had to having her tits fondled and
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her nippled pinched softly and rolled was powerful.
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Slick, juicy girl-cum flowed to Karen's cuntlips and she wondered if
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there was so much pussyjuice there that it would seep through her
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panties and slacks. She could never see Joe with a wet spot in her
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slacks. He knew what kind of horny woman she was, and he'd suspect -
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and accurately - what had happened the moment he saw her.
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"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" the deputy moaned, sliding his hips back and
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forth.
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His cock pulsated hotly as he rubbed it in the crevice of his captive's
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magnificent asscheeks. Deputy Phelps kept his prick trapped between his
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own body and hers and though he wasn't actually fucking her, the
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stimulation the situation gave him made the cum simmer in his balls.
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Karen tried to control her breathing and the response her fiery body
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was having to what the deputy was doing to her. She tried and she
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failed. Her clit was too aroused to be calmed down. The cups of her bra
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were above her tits and the deputy was squeezing her big mounds of tit
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flesh firmly but without undue force, just the way Karen liked her
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ultra-sensitive tits to be massaged.
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"Suck my cock," the deputy repeated.
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Karen shook her head, her auburn hair jouncing a little. She couldn't
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speak. Her mouth was bone dry. The heat of the deputy's prick as it
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slid up and down through the tight valley of her asscheeks was making
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her shiver with ecstasy.
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Deputy Phelps felt his balls beginning to burn. He jerked his hips back
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and forth faster, huffing and panting as the underside of his prick
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slid against Karen's slacks. He held tightly onto her tits, pressing
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his fingers deep into the biggest tits he'd ever felt in his life.
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Karen's eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She tried to picture the
|
|
deputy's prick, mentally judging its length and thickness. She hadn't
|
|
seen his cock, but from what she could tell he had a big, hard,
|
|
delicious cock that she would love to suck and have jamming hard and
|
|
fast into her dripping cunt. She would love to fuck the deputy, if only
|
|
he wasn't forcing himself upon her, if only she wasn't married to Joe,
|
|
that two-timing bastard.
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The hoarse gasp that Karen heard behind her was followed almost
|
|
instantly by the hot, juicy feel of cum splashing up her back.
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Deputy Phelps released Karen's tits and grabbed her hips, holding her
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|
securely as she leaned against the wall. His hips pistoned back and
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forth furiously as cum squirted from his balls and spit out of his
|
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pisshole.
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Thick, white jets of cum shot out of the deputy's cockhead. The cum
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lanced through the air and splashed onto Karen's back, hitting her
|
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almost as high as her shoulder blades, leaving trails of gooey white
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cum down to the waistband of her slacks.
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"Cunt! Whore!" the khaki-clad deputy groaned as cum exploded out of his
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free-swinging, overheated balls.
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Karen almost came herself just from the feel of the cum on her back.
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She felt the rivers of cum hitting her on the small of the back. Her
|
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cunt tightened up in response. Karen shivered as her clit throbbed
|
|
hotly between her tingling cuntlips.
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"Ohhhhhh!" Deputy Phelps sighed.
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He let go of Karen's hips and grabbed the shaft of his prick. He
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stroked the shaft and cum trickled out of his pisshole. He rubbed his
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pricktip against Karen's asscheeks, rubbing off the white cum on her
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pants.
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|
When he had shot his entire load of cum and completely emptied his
|
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balls, he stepped away from Karen, his face flushed with the exertion
|
|
of what he'd just done.
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"Okay, now you can go see your husband," he said, hitching up his
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pants.
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Karen, her chin on her chest, remained motionless for a couple seconds.
|
|
She could feel every drop of cum that the deputy had squirted onto her
|
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turgid flesh. Her tits, hanging beneath her, were still tingling hotly
|
|
from his fingers. Her cuntlips were aching for a hard cock to spread
|
|
them wide, her clit sizzling with anticipation.
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Slowly she straightened up, not really knowing what to do. She kept her
|
|
back toward the deputy so that he couldn't see her big, creamy tits.
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Reaching behind her, Karen tried to hook her bra together again. The
|
|
move caused her tits to swell out from her chest even more than they
|
|
normally did.
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|
When she caught the ends of her bra and started to hook them together,
|
|
Karen felt cum on her fingers. She groaned her disapproval, hoping that
|
|
the deputy would think she wasn't in the least bit aroused by what he'd
|
|
just done to her.
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When she had her bra back together and her tits nestled tightly inside
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the cups, she smoothed her sweater down over the huge swells of her
|
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boobs. She could feel the cum sticking to the sweater, and though she
|
|
wouldn't admit it, the feel of the cum against her skin was an erotic
|
|
sensation to the big-titted brunette.
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|
"Can I see him now?" Karen asked, turning around to face Deputy Phelps
|
|
for the first time since he'd made her lean against the wall to be
|
|
patted down.
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|
"Sure thing. Now that I know you haven't got any weapons, you can see
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him as long as you want to."
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Chapter 3
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"The only way I can get out of here is if you can come up with a
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|
thousand dollars in cash," Joe Hobson said, looking through the bars of
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the holding cell.
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Karen cursed under her breath. Her cunt was hot and juicy and even
|
|
though she was so goddamn angry with Joe that she could scream, she
|
|
wanted to fuck him. Having the deputy's prick sliding between her
|
|
asscheeks, even though he hadn't taken her pants down, had fired up her
|
|
lust so much that she was horny as hell.
|
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|
"Okay, I'll see what I can do," Karen said.
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She glanced around Joe and saw Ol' Zachery, the town drunk, sleeping it
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off on the cot against the wall of the cell.
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"Tell me everything that happened, Joe. And you'd better tell me the
|
|
truth or I'll turn around and let you rot in here."
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|
Karen was surprised that Joe gave her the whole truth, detail for
|
|
detail, without trying to varnish the facts to make them appear less
|
|
offensive. And the facts were simple enough - Joe had gotten drunk and
|
|
said he'd give this woman a ride home. In his car she whipped out his
|
|
cock and started to give him a blow-job. It was then that he got picked
|
|
up for DWI.
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|
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|
"And I didn't even cum," Joe said softly.
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"I'll bet you're going crazy then," Karen replied. "I know how you hate
|
|
getting your cock sucked without cumming."
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|
"I'm going out of my mind. Please, Karen, can't you help me?"
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"With the thousand dollars for bail?"
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"Yes, of course with that. But also with this."
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Even as angry as she was with Joe, Karen's mouth watered like she was
|
|
anticipating a delicious steak when her husband whipped out his half-
|
|
hard cock and stuck it between the bars of his cell. Karen looked at
|
|
Joe's prick, remembering how it had fucked her into ecstasy countless
|
|
times.
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"Goddamn you, Joe!" she spat, fighting to have venom in her words.
|
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|
She couldn't take her eyes off his prick. It looked absolutely
|
|
beautiful to her, and her cunt was already heated up from the deputy's
|
|
hands and cock.
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"I hate you and love you all at the same time."
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Karen sank to her knees on the hard concrete floor of the jail. She
|
|
looked at her husband's cockhead. The prick was growing even though she
|
|
wasn't touching it. In a couple seconds Joe's prick stretched out to
|
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its full, throbbing size of ten inches long.
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"You're a lousy bastard, but I love you," Karen murmured.
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She kissed Joe's cockhead, smacking her lips softly on the spongy
|
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pricktip. Her pink tongue slithered out between her lips and Karen
|
|
licked the clefted underside of the cockhead. The taste of the cock, as
|
|
it always did, turned Karen on. Her aching cunt pulsed hotly, needing a
|
|
cock to spread her cuntlips more than ever before.
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"Mmmmmm!" she purred softly, licking around the fat, bullet-shaped head
|
|
of her husband's meaty cock.
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|
Karen grabbed the bars of the cell, using just her mouth on her
|
|
husband's cock. He was pressing himself hard against the bars, trying
|
|
to avail as much of his red-hot cock to Karen's lips and tongue as he
|
|
could.
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When she had the cockhead moist with her saliva, Karen kissed the
|
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pisshole. She opened her lips just a little, taking the pisshole
|
|
between them. She used the tip of her tongue against the end of her
|
|
husband's cock, flicking her tongue against his pisshole in a way she
|
|
knew he enjoyed.
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"Suck it, Karen," Joe sighed, looking through the bars at his beautiful
|
|
wife as she knelt on the other side of the cell. "Oh, baby, nobody
|
|
gives a blow-job like you do! I never should have let anybody suck my
|
|
cock. Nobody but you, Karen! From now on, you're the only one who'll
|
|
ever give me a blow-job."
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|
|
That was small consolation for Karen, but she couldn't think about it
|
|
because her pussy was sizzling with lust and even though she couldn't
|
|
get fucked, at least she could have a cock to fill her mouth.
|
|
|
|
She nodded her head and shoulders, slowly taking more and more of Joe's
|
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meaty cockhead into her mouth. Finally, her lips stretching wide, she
|
|
sucked the entire pricktip into her mouth. Her tingling lips tightened
|
|
around the broad, throbbing shaft, right behind the rim of the
|
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cockhead.
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"Mmmmmm!" Karen passionately moaned, swirling her tongue against the
|
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underside of the cockhead.
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|
She drew a suction on the cockhead and her cheeks caved in, conforming
|
|
perfectly to the bulbous pricktip that filled her mouth. Karen breathed
|
|
deeply through her nostrils, and her 4OD-cup tits jiggled from her
|
|
chest, confined inside the bra.
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|
Nibbling on the shaft, Karen chewed tenderly on her husband's cock,
|
|
sucking more of it into her mouth. She could feel the throbbing
|
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pricktip rubbing against the roof of her mouth, traveling slowly toward
|
|
her throat.
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|
|
"Mmmmm!" she moaned again, kneading her butter-soft lips on the shaft
|
|
of Joe's prick as her tongue rubbed against the pulsing underside of
|
|
the cock.
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|
Karen squeezed the bars of the cell so tightly that her knuckles turned
|
|
white. Her back felt clammy with the deputy's cum making her sweater
|
|
stick to her skin. The cum had cooled now and Karen wished that she
|
|
could wash it off. The cum felt good on her when it was hot. Now the
|
|
cum was caked and cold, and she didn't like it at all.
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|
"Deeper, Karen," Joe sighed.
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|
Karen sucked the prick between her lips until Joe's cockhead was at the
|
|
back of her mouth. She inhaled through her nose deeply, swelling her
|
|
tits out, feeling her nipples itching for attention.
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"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, withdrawing the cock from the hot, moist
|
|
recesses of her mouth.
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|
|
Karen's lips crept over the ridge of the cockhead. Once again holding
|
|
just the tip of the prick in her mouth, she whipped the pisshole with
|
|
her tongue, searching for and finally receiving a pungent drop of pre-
|
|
cum.
|
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|
|
Karen's large, deep brown eyes glazed over with the lust for cock that
|
|
consumed all her thoughts and emotions. She licked the head of her
|
|
husband's cock, tilting her head back to look up at his face. His eyes,
|
|
too, were glassy with lust as he peered through the bars of the cell
|
|
down at her.
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|
|
|
"I love your cock," Karen whispered, nuzzling the pricktip with her
|
|
lips as she spoke. "You're a cheating bastard, but I'm in love with
|
|
your cock. It tastes so good in my mouth."
|
|
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|
"That's my baby," Joe whispered.
|
|
|
|
Karen could only hope that Ol' Zachary would continue sleeping, and
|
|
that Deputy Phelps would stay in the office area of the jail.
|
|
Swallowing Joe's hot load of cum wouldn't satisfy her lusty needs, but
|
|
it would be enough to give her some pleasure, and that was all she
|
|
really hoped for as she pushed her lips over his cockhead.
|
|
|
|
She bobbed over the end of Joe's prick, bringing her lips back and
|
|
forth over the cockhead. Her tongue curled around the thick, throbbing
|
|
shaft of his cock as she held it deep in the sucking recesses of her
|
|
hot, juicy mouth.
|
|
|
|
Drops of pre-cum oozed out of Joe's pisshole and Karen licked them off
|
|
the moment they came out. She shivered, her nipples hard as pebbles
|
|
inside her tight-fitting bra. Karen thought of grabbing her tits, or
|
|
perhaps rubbing her cuntlips. She needed to cum, to feel her clit
|
|
exploding as slick waves of pussyjuice streamed out of her tight cunt.
|
|
|
|
But Karen also didn't want to get caught with her pants down -
|
|
literally - if Deputy Phelps came in. She had managed to keep his prick
|
|
out of her mouth and cunt, but if he caught her with her cunt exposed,
|
|
she was certain that he would just throw her down on the concrete floor
|
|
and rape her.
|
|
|
|
"Lick it, baby! Chew on my cock!"
|
|
|
|
Karen nodded her lovely face over her husband's prick faster and
|
|
faster. The pre-cum was oozing from his pisshole steadily now, making
|
|
the big-titted woman thirsty for his full load of cum. She wanted to
|
|
feel his thick, juicy wads of cum splattering against the roof of her
|
|
mouth and against her tonsils, feel his cockhead pulsating with lust as
|
|
his balls emptied themselves down her throat.
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"Mmmmmmmm!" Karen purred, hollowing her cheeks in to squeeze the sides
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of Joe's cockhead as she tongued the underside of the cock crown.
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Taking her right hand from the iron bar, Karen gripped her husband's
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cock tightly. She squeezed the shaft, watching the cockhead expanding
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in size, the end of her husband's prick just a couple inches from her
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face.
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"Hurry, Joe," Karen whispered, staring at her husband's pulsing
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pricktip. "We haven't got much time."
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She stroked the cock from the cockhead down to the shaft, working her
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fist over the entire length of Joe's prick hard and fast. The
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throbbing, pulsing prick sent heat through Karen's palm. Pussyjuice had
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made her cunt extremely wet. Looking down, she saw that there was
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indeed a wet spot in her slacks from her own excitement.
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"Suck it!" Joe hissed.
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Karen pushed her lips over the meaty cockhead. The moment her
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glistening lips slipped over the rim of Joe's pricktip, she felt the
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cockhead throb against her tongue.
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A thick, pungent squirt of cum raced through the length of Joe's cock,
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washing against Karen's tonsils. She was shocked at the force of her
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husband's blast, caught off guard, and Karen nearly choked. Before she
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had time to regain her composure, another rich, salty blast of cum
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squirted out of Joe's cockhead.
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"Ahhhhhh!" he sighed, his face pressed between two bars of the cell as
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his balls detonated out their hot, gushing load of cum.
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Karen pulled back so that only Joe's pisshole was still between her
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lips. She swallowed furiously, feeling the gooey cum trickling down her
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throat as more of the salty, syrup-like cum jetted out of Joe's
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pisshole and gushed against her tongue.
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"Arrrggghhhh!" Joe groaned, his face contorted with the wild, bone-
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jarring ecstasy of cumming in his wife's hot mouth.
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After the third eruption of cum, Karen finally caught up with her
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husband. She twirled her tongue around his pisshole as gooey blasts of
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cum spewed out. The hot, salty flavor of the cum made her red-hot clit
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tingle delightfully. She wondered when she would be able to get Joe's
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cock driving like a jack-hammer in her cunt.
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"Mmmmmmmmm!" she slurped soulfully, swallowing the last of her
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husband's cum.
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Karen sucked the cock as deep into her mouth as she could take it,
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feeling the pricktip rubbing against her tonsils, nearly reaming out
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her throat. She stroked the cockshaft and worked a couple final drops
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of cum from the tube of his prick, then leaned back, sitting on the
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backs of her heels, taking his cock out of her mouth.
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"You're still a bastard, I want you to know that," she whispered,
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looking up into Joe's face as she tenderly worked her fingertips over
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the length of his cock. "I only did this so that you wouldn't go crazy.
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But I'm angry with you, Joe. I don't want you to forget that."
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Karen leaned forward, her tits shaking a little beneath the sweater,
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and sucked for another couple seconds on her husband's prick.
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She finally got to her feet, her entire body twitching a little with
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the need to have her pussy stuffed with a bone-hard, driving cock.
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"You've got to get me out of here by Monday morning," Joe whispered,
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looking down into his wife's dark brown eyes. "Do whatever you have to,
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Karen. I need to get out of here so that I can make that appointment.
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You know how much that would mean to both of us!"
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Karen nodded her head. It was true. The appointment would be wonderful
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for them.
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As she walked out of the jail she thought about what Joe had told her.
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The words 'Do whatever you have to, Karen' seemed to ring in her ears.
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Chapter 4
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Barbara pulled the mesh stocking up her leg until the elasticized top
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was in her fingertips. She smoothed the stocking around her thigh. The
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stocking came up her leg, the dark elasticized band at the top of the
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stocking about six or seven inches below her cunt.
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She was dressing quickly and angrily. Since talking with her mother,
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Barbara realized she had to take charge of the situation.
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Karen had told Barbara everything and Barbara had listened with total
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concentration as Karen told of how Deputy Phelps had felt her tits and
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jerked off on her back, and how she had sucked daddy's cock through the
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bars of his jail cell until he came in her mouth and she swallowed his
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salty cum.
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All of it had done two things for Barbara - excited her and it made her
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realize how naive her mother could be. If Barbara was certain of
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anything it was that Karen really didn't understand the whole scope of
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the problems that they had to face together if they were ever going to
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get Joe out of jail before his all-important Monday morning business
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appointment.
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One: they had to raise a thousand dollars in cash for bail money. Since
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the banks were closed, they would have to borrow the money from
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friends.
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Two: they had to somehow find someone who would vouch for Joe, so that
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he could get released on bail before having to go before a judge when
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court opened Monday afternoon.
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As she thought about what she'd said to Karen, Barbara smiled. Karen
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had just stepped out of the shower when Barbara started laying out
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clothes for her to wear.
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"Put these on and nothing else, Mother," Barbara said, her tongue
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authoritative. "You've got a beautiful body and maybe that can work for
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us. We've got a lot to do and it won't help if you hide those big tits
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under fluffy sweaters."
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Barbara had gotten no argument from her mother as she laid out the
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clothes she figured Karen would look sexiest in. Not until Karen
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started getting dressed did Barbara leave the bedroom so that she could
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get ready for the evening's escapades herself.
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She glanced at the wristwatch on her left wrist. It was six-thirty.
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The watch had been a gift from her father on her sixteenth birthday.
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This memory brought a chill over Barbara as she thought about how
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miserable Joe must be in that cold, dank jail cell.
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Barbara squirmed into a pair of extremely skimpy bikini panties. They
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were black, and hardly covered up her cuntbush. At her hips it was just
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a thin strip of fabric.
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Next she stepped into a leather miniskirt. She slipped it around her
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hips, then pulled up the zipper in back. The miniskirt came down to
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just below the tops of her black mesh stockings, exactly as Barbara had
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planned.
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From her closet Barbara extracted a black leather suitcoat. She slipped
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it on and looked at herself in the mirror without buttoning it. The
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leather looked good against her skin. Her big, creamy tits, which were
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naturally high and round, looked even more tempting in contrast to the
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dark leather. She buttoned the jacket, not bothering to put a blouse on
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at all.
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From her right ear two strings of fake-diamond earrings dangled.
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Barbara's right earlobe was pierced twice, her left earlobe only once.
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"This is going to be one crazy fuckin' night," she murmured under her
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breath.
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The teenager's auburn hair was swirled into a wave in front, with a
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curl of bangs coming down over her left eye. The diamond earring in her
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left lobe glittered. The single diamond stud in her left lobe, which
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was really just glass, couldn't be seen.
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Also from her closet Barbara took out her most daring shoes. They were
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open-toed, with high stiletto heels. Although the shoes were a little
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uncomfortable to wear for extended periods of time, Barbara figured it
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wouldn't matter. She doubted she'd be spending much time on her feet
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that evening.
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Dropping a tube of lipstick into the pocket of her coat, Barbara left
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the house after checking to see on her mother's progress.
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"I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" Karen replied angrily, buttoning up the
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lacy white lacy blouse that Barbara had selected for her. "I'm just not
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used to going without a bra, that's all."
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* * *
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On her Honda 350cc motorcycle, Barbara felt daring and wild. The
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miniskirt was bunched around her hips, and the wind was blowing against
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her cunt, through her panties, as she rode through the suburban
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streets.
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Unlike her beautiful mother, Barbara was fully aware of her own raging
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sexuality and of her bizarre fetishes. She wanted more than anything to
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be a rock 'n' roll queen, to stand on a stage and sing to huge crowds.
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This desire to be on stage manifested itself in a full-blown
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exhibitionistic streak. Barbara was a performer and as such she loved
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having an audience.
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For the teenager, it almost seemed a waste of time to fuck someone
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unless she had someone else watching her. Despite her tender years,
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she'd already lost count of the times that she'd fucked some boy from
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school while all his buddies watched. She really enjoyed giving blow-
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jobs while having her pussy stuffed with a cock. Group sex was what
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triggered Barbara's most powerful orgasms.
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Pulling her motorcycle over to the curb, Barbara turned the engine off
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and swung her leg over the seat, smiling to herself when two young boys
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got a quick glimpse of her bikini panties.
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She walked up the narrow concrete path to the front door and pushed the
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doorbell. She heard a chime sound inside and then the shuffling of
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feet.
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When the door opened, Mr. Jones's bespectacled face appeared in the
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|
opening.
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"Yes?" he asked in his high-pitched voice.
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Barbara's big tits were on display, the cleavage tight and milky. It
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took a moment for the old man to notice her tits, but when he did his
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eyes got big and round.
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"Hello, Mr. Jones," Barbara said, confidence surging through her as he
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stared at her boobs. "I wonder if I might have a moment to talk to you
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in private. You see, you're the president of the bank that my parents
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|
have their money at and there's something very important I must talk to
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you about."
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"Yes, well, I don't know," he said quietly, a tremulous quality in his
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tone. "This is most unusual. There are normal banking hours for this
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sort of thing."
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"Yes, sir, I'm well aware of that. But an emergency has come up and
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it's very important that I see you, that I talk to you in private."
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It took all of Barbara's will-power not to openly laugh when Mrs.
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Jones's jaw dropped open as she walked by. Barbara's legs scissored
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|
smoothly as she walked and old Mrs. Jones just about fainted as she sat
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on the couch knitting.
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Barbara was escorted to Mr. Jones's small office in the back of the
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house. The place smelled musty and Barbara could tell that he was the
|
|
kind of man ideally suited for banking. He probably didn't go to the
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|
bathroom until he wrote it down in the books - in triplicate - and then
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|
he asked for his wife's permission.
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Barbara told her story without leaving any of the important details
|
|
out. She told Mr. Jones everything, including the part about her father
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|
getting a blow-job when he was arrested. When she was finished there
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|
was a definite lump in the bank president's crotch.
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"So you see, sir, if you could only write a cashier's check for the
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bail, I could get my father out of jail. I'll pay you back every red
|
|
cent, and I'd be so grateful to you."
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Barbara uncrossed her legs and spread them, hiking her miniskirt over
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the tops of her stockings.
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"Wouldn't you want me grateful to you?" she asked sensually, allowing
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|
the tip of her tongue to play around her full, glistening red lips. "I
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|
think I could do you a world of good. You see, Mrs. Jones may enjoy
|
|
spending her time knitting, but what I like to do is suck cock. Doesn't
|
|
that sound interesting to you?"
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Barbara once again had to keep from laughing. Behind those thick
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|
glasses was a pale face and wide eyes that simply couldn't comprehend
|
|
what was happening.
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She slipped off the chair, getting on her knees on the floor of the
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|
small, musty office. Within seconds Barbara had Mr. Jones's cock out of
|
|
his pants. Though he hadn't said anything, Barbara knew that he'd do
|
|
what she wanted him to.
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|
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|
It was mildly surprising to Barbara that Mr. Jones, who wasn't very
|
|
tall and really didn't seem like the kind of guy who would have one,
|
|
was quite well hung. His prick was a decent seven inches long and it
|
|
was actually quite thick.
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Without giving him a chance to stop her, Barbara put her face in his
|
|
lap, pushing her red lips over his pricktip.
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"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking the entire cockhead into her mouth,
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kneading the shaft with her lips while her tongue went to work on the
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lust-hardened cockmeat.
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"Oh, my! Oh, my!" Mr. Jones moaned, looking down at the mass of wavy
|
|
auburn hair that was swirling about at his waist.
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|
Barbara guessed that Mrs. Jones wasn't one to give blow-jobs, so she
|
|
wasn't going to hold anything back from Mr. Jones. She pushed her lips
|
|
down the shaft of his cock until his pricktip was nudging the back of
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|
her mouth. Then, relaxing the muscles in her neck, she sucked the cock
|
|
completely down her throat.
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|
Mr. Jones's thighs quivered as he felt the entire length of his cock
|
|
being enveloped in the teenager's warm, clutching throat.
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Barbara pushed her face hard against his body, feeling the edge of the
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|
zipper against her nose. She rubbed her chin against his balls and
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|
tongued the shaft of his cock as best as she could with her throat
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crammed with his prick.
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After a while Barbara pulled her lips up the throbbing shaft of his
|
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cock, holding just the pricktip in her mouth. She nodded her head,
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whipping her lips over the ridge of his cockhead while tonguing the
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|
underside of the big, meaty, delicious crown of his prick. As she
|
|
sucked Barbara unfastened the two buttons that held her leather jacket
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|
together.
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She purred lustily, bobbing on the prick, taking it down her throat
|
|
several times. She loved deep-throating cocks and the only thing that
|
|
could make it an ever better experience for Barbara would be if Mrs.
|
|
Jones would walk in and watch her as she sucked her husband's bone-hard
|
|
prick.
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The teenager's 36C-cup tits jiggled from her chest, the nipples hard,
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the areolas pink and rosy with the excitement that she felt. Continuing
|
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to suck on the prick, massaging its entire length with her lips and
|
|
tongue, Barbara opened Mr. Jones's pants and squirmed them down to his
|
|
knees.
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|
At last she took the cock out of her mouth. She looked up at his face,
|
|
smiling lustfully.
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"Do you want me to suck you off, or would you like to fuck me, sir?"
|
|
she asked quietly, mischievously, her eyes shining with the glow of
|
|
youthful lust.
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"I ... I guess I want to ..."
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Barbara grabbed Mr. Jones's cock and the words seemed to get choked off
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|
in his throat. His eyes were glued to her nipples.
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|
"Why don't you fuck me?" Barbara stood up quickly, aware of how her
|
|
tits were jiggling and the effect that had on the bank president. "I
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think that would make us both very happy."
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She pushed the sleeves of her jacket over the elbows, then pulled her
|
|
miniskirt up to reveal her bikini panties. Hooking her thumbs into the
|
|
panties, Barbara pulled them slowly past her hips, down her legs over
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|
the mesh stockings.
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She stepped out of her panties, tucking them into a pocket of her
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|
jacket. Standing up again, Barbara spread her legs wide, balancing on
|
|
her five-inch spike heels, and started pushing the fingers of her right
|
|
hand through her curly, dark bush of cunthair.
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|
"You want to fuck this pussy, don't you, Mr. Jones?" Barbara whispered,
|
|
promising heights of ecstasy the staid bank president had never before
|
|
known. "You want to stick your cock in my young cunt and cum inside me,
|
|
don't you? That's okay. You can say so. I won't get angry with you if
|
|
you admit it."
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|
It pleased Barbara that Mr. Jones couldn't speak. She gave him the full
|
|
force of her sultry, lusty smile. Spreading her feet wider apart, she
|
|
brought her left hand up and cupped one luscious tit. With her right
|
|
hand she slipped a finger into the seething recesses of her hot, juicy
|
|
pussy.
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"Yesssss! You don't have to say it, but I know you want to fuck me. I
|
|
know you do." Barbara turned it on for Mr. Jones, the staid, quiet bank
|
|
president who spent the vast majority of his life looking at ledgers
|
|
rather than a sexy teenager who seemed to enjoy finger-fucking herself
|
|
so much she looked like she was about to cum.
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|
|
|
Barbara slipped her finger in and out of her cunt until it was wet with
|
|
her pussyjuice. Then, lewdly, she sucked on her finger like it was a
|
|
small, slender cock, enjoying the flavor of her own feminine cum.
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|
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her eyes burning into the bank president.
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|
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|
Walking toward him slowly, holding her mini-skirt up around her waist,
|
|
Barbara straddled his legs as he continued sitting in the chair.
|
|
Reaching down with her left hand, she used her fingers to spread her
|
|
cuntlips a little. She used her right hand to guide the cockhead to her
|
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pink cuntlips.
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|
"See how grateful I can be?" she purred.
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|
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|
Barbara lowered herself until she felt the fat crown of the bank
|
|
president's prick rubbing against her slightly parted cuntlips. She
|
|
gasped, a little louder than necessary, shivering with the ecstasy that
|
|
was going through her. It was shocking to her that she could get so
|
|
turned on by a man who had so little physical charms.
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|
At least he's got a hard cock, the teenager thought happily.
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|
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|
She slowly relaxed the muscles in her legs and felt her pussylips being
|
|
wedged apart by the mushroom-shaped head of Mr. Jones's cock.
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|
When the pricktip was inside her pussy, Barbara released the cock. She
|
|
put her hands on her stocking-encased thighs, feeling the texture of
|
|
her mesh stockings against her palms. Slowly, inch by inch, her
|
|
cuntlips puckering inward, she took the entire length of his prick into
|
|
the seething pussy that so passionately needed a cock to fill it.
|
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|
|
"Ohhhhh!" the young girl moaned softly as she rested on Mr. Jones's
|
|
thighs, his cock throbbing hotly deep inside her cunt. "Mr. Jones,
|
|
you've got a beautiful prick. You really, really do."
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|
She started bouncing on his lap, working her pink, tight cuntlips over
|
|
the shaft and head of Mr. Jones's fiery, turgid prick. As she raised
|
|
and lowered her luscious ass on his lap, Barbara's tits bounced near
|
|
his face.
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|
"Suck my tits!" the teenager gasped, cupping her tits from the
|
|
underside to raise them, pushing her nipples close together.
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|
"You are so ..."
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|
The words seem to get lost inside Mr. Jones's mind. He opened his mouth
|
|
and Barbara pushed one tit between his lips. When his lips surrounded
|
|
her nipple, taking in almost all of her pink areola, she shivered and
|
|
dropped down, working her cuntlips along the shaft of his cock until
|
|
she could massage the entire prick in the tight sheath of her pussy.
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|
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|
"Mmmmmmm!" Mr. Jones moaned as he sucked on the girl's tit.
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|
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|
Barbara continued to bounce on his lap. When his hands slipped around
|
|
her waist and he cupped and fondled her tight, smooth asscheeks as she
|
|
fucked him, Barbara was more pleased than ever. The old man was
|
|
breaking out of his shell, going for the satisfaction that she wanted
|
|
to give him, and Barbara couldn't have been more happy about it.
|
|
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|
"Ohhhhh! You're such a big man!"
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|
|
|
Barbara inserted her other nipple into his hot, sucking mouth. His
|
|
tongue sent shocks of ecstasy rippling through her veins. She could
|
|
feel his red-hot prick getting harder inside her cunt.
|
|
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|
She dropped down, taking all of his cock in her pussy, then twirled her
|
|
hips around in a circular motion. Barbara could feel the cockhead
|
|
rubbing around deep inside her pussy, spreading her cunt walls as her
|
|
pussylips worked on the root of his cock's shaft.
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|
"Kiss me!" the teenager hissed.
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|
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|
Barbara forced Mr. Jones's mouth off her tit, bringing her lips to his.
|
|
She kissed him with fierce passion, knowing that she was turning him on
|
|
more than he had been in years and years. She thrust her tongue between
|
|
his lips, slithering it deep into his mouth. When Mr. Jones pushed his
|
|
tongue into her mouth, she danced her tongue over it, sucking on it
|
|
lustfully.
|
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|
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as he grabbed her tits, pressing his fingers
|
|
almost timidly into her firm melons of tit flesh.
|
|
|
|
Barbara bounced faster and faster, her clit rubbing against the hard
|
|
cock as she worked her cuntlips over the shaft of Mr. Jones's prick.
|
|
When, quite suddenly and without warning, she felt his cum splashing
|
|
inside her pussy, she kissed his mouth and sucked on his tongue.
|
|
Dropping down on the prick to satisfy all of it with the liquid warmth
|
|
of her cunt, Barbara churned her lips as blasts of cum detonated out of
|
|
the old man's balls.
|
|
|
|
"Ohhhh! Mr. Jones, you are absolutely wonderful," Barbara whispered,
|
|
holding his face in her hands as she looked down at him. "You know,
|
|
there's going to come a day when I walk into your glass-lined office at
|
|
the bank and suddenly nobody is going to see me. And do you know why
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they won't be able to see me? It's going to be because I'm under your
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desk sucking your beautiful cock!"
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She got off his lap, groaning softly as her cunt was suddenly emptied
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of his prick. As Mr. Jones regained his breath, Barbara carefully
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worked her panties back up her leg, pulled her stockings a little
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higher up her thighs, then smoothed her leather miniskirt down once
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again.
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"Thank you, Mr. Jones. If you do agree to give a loan so that I can get
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my father out of jail, that's great. And if you don't, I still thank
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you for that wonderful fucking."
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Barbara put her hands on his shoulders and bent down, kissing his head
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lightly.
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"And I wasn't lying. I really am going to show up at your office some
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day and give you the best blow-job you've ever had, and all your bank
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tellers and customers will be able to see you and not me and not be
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able to figure out why you've got this strange, satisfied look on your
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face."
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She buttoned up her jacket, waved good-bye to him, then left his house
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feeling quite satisfied. Barbara wasn't the kind of teenager who
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usually fucked older men, but they could be quite surprising, quite
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interesting. Mr. Jones really had tickled her clit and filled her pussy
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nicely, and she could still feel his hot cum inside her.
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With a bounce in her step, Barbara headed for her motorcycle, anxious
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to tell Karen about how she'd made sure Joe would have his bail money.
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Chapter 5
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Barbara saw the flashing red lights and pulled her motorcycle over to
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the curb. Before she had a chance to even ask questions, Deputy Phelps
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and Sheriff Carlisle had her thrown against the squad car and were
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reading her her rights.
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"But what have I done?" Barbara asked.
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Deputy Phelps put a hand on Barbara's back and pushed. She was
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flattened over the hood of the squad car. Her big tits nearly spilled
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out of the neckline of the leather jacket as they were pressed against
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the police car's hood. In back, bending over like she was, her
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miniskirt pulled up, showing off the backs of her thighs almost to her
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panties. Even the tops of her stockings and some of her bare flesh was
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exposed because of the position she was in.
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"Please, I haven't done anything wrong!"
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Her arms were wrenched behind her back and Barbara felt steel handcuffs
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locking around her wrists. An overpowering sense of dread swept over
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her as she tested the handcuffs and found that she couldn't get them
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off.
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"You drive," Sheriff Carlisle said in a commanding tone to his deputy.
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Barbara's heart was pounding as she was brought to the back of the
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squad car and shoved inside. When Sheriff Carlisle got in with her, she
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knew she was in for big trouble.
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"Why am I here? I haven't done anything wrong!"
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Sheriff Carlisle turned toward Barbara, his eyes burning with anger.
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"No, little lady, you ain't done nothin' wrong! But that bitch mother
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of yours has gone to see Mayor Collins, and now he wants to know why we
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arrested your drunk father!"
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"My father is not a drunk!"
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"He was last night when he was driving!"
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Barbara shook her head in confusion. The handcuffs bit into the tender
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flesh of her wrists. She felt totally vulnerable and helpless and
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suddenly wished that she hadn't worn such a short skirt. Her leather
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miniskirt was bunched up so high on her thighs it showed the flesh
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above her stocking tops.
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"Let me tell you this, Barbara Hobson, if the shit hits the fan and any
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of that shit hits me, I'm going to make your life miserable in this
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town."
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He was looking straight into Barbara's eyes as he unzipped his pants
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and pushed them down to his thighs.
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"Now why don't you show me that you really haven't got anything against
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me?"
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He moved across the seat, putting an arm around Barbara's shoulders.
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She was glad now that she had applied a fresh coat of lipstick to her
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mouth after having it rubbed off on Mr. Jones's cock. Barbara knew that
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if she didn't please Sheriff Carlisle, he'd make her life a living
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hell, just like he promised.
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When he kissed her, Barbara closed her eyes. His hand slipped inside
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her jacket, cupping her tit. She felt tingles coming from her nipple,
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which was quickly becoming hard and erect.
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She moaned, shocked with herself for becoming aroused so easily. Even
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though she didn't like the situation she was in, her perpetually
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responsive body was coming alive to what was being done to it.
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The squad car moved away from the curb, driving aimlessly through the
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suburban streets, as Barbara gave herself over totally to the
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sensations the sheriff's hand and mouth were eliciting from her.
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Sheriff Carlisle fumbled with the buttons of Barbara's jacket for a bit
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before he got it open. She sighed as she felt her tits jiggle,
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unconfined now without the leather to hold them. Between her slender
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thighs she could feel the pussyjuice moistening the lips of her cunt.
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"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
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Sheriff Carlisle just chuckled. Barbara turned her face away from him
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and he kissed the smooth, velvety arch of her neck, his hand squeezing
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her tit firmly. She shivered with delight, finding it oddly stimulating
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to have the handcuffs around her wrists.
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"You've got a great body," the sheriff hissed, kissing his way slowly
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down to Barbara's quivering tits.
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Barbara looked at Deputy Phelps as he drove the squad car. He had the
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rear view mirror twisted so that he could see her.
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An audience was all Barbara ever really needed to get so turned on she
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couldn't help herself and she suddenly realized that she had one. Even
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if she hadn't planned it to work out this way, she did indeed have an
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audience. Her clit throbbed hotly between her cuntlips. She felt lust
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flare up like an inferno inside her. And then the sheriff's mouth was
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devouring her ripe cherry nipples and she was squirming, and writhing
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in bliss in the back seat of the squad car.
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Barbara moaned as she felt the hot mouth sucking her nipple into a
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fiery bud of raw, tingling flesh. She put her head back against the
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seat, shivering as Sheriff Carlisle bared his teeth and bit her nipple.
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"Mmmmmmft!" he mumbled, whipping the nipple with his tongue.
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Sheriff Carlisle put his hand on Barbara's knee, feeling her stocking
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against his palm. He pushed her knees apart, his hand creeping slowly
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up her leg. Barbara's heart pounded faster as she felt the hand moving
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higher and higher. And even though she disliked the sheriff on a
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personal level, she couldn't deny the satisfaction he was giving her.
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She spread her knees wide apart and her miniskirt pulled up to her
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hips.
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"Ohhhhh! Please don't," Barbara whispered without meaning the words she
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felt she had to say.
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The hand pressed against her tight, pink cuntlips. Even through her
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black bikini panties the contact of the sheriff's fingers to her clit
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sent raw, jagged bolts of ecstasy sizzling through her curvaceous,
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electrified body.
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The sheriff continued sucking on Barbara's nipples, licking and sucking
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and biting the warm feminine flesh as he fondled her pussy through her
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panties. At his crotch, his big cock was fully erect, hard as steel,
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waiting to be shoved into the teenager's ripe, wanton, thoroughly
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fuckable body.
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As Barbara pressed back into the seat, she could once again feel the
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handcuffs biting sharply into her wrists. Knowing full well that she
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|
was helpless against these men sent trembles of excitement and fear
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|
through her.
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The sheriff's hand was rubbing hard against her cuntlips and clit. Hot,
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slick pussyjuice was lubricating the teenager's hungry, seething cunt.
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The lips and tongue that went from one nipple to the other added fuel
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|
to the fire of wanton, unbridled lust that made Barbara's head spin.
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"Ohhhh! You bastard! You cruel bastard!" Barbara whispered, her tone so
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soft the sheriff didn't hear her.
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Looking through her eyelashes, Barbara saw that Deputy Phelps was
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watching what was happening through the rear view mirror as he drove.
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Knowing that he was watching her made slick pussyjuice ooze to her cunt
|
|
even faster and Barbara squirmed almost theatrically in the back seat
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of the car, pretending to try to shake her tits away from the sheriff's
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hot, hungry mouth.
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"Don't fight me, you bitch!" the sheriff hissed.
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Barbara stopped writhing. She felt a finger slip under the leg hole of
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her panties, rubbing against her naked cuntlips. The finger pushed
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between her pussylips, and the teenager gasped.
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"Please! Oh, please! Don't do this to me!" Barbara moaned, knowing the
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words would excite the men.
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Sheriff Carlisle took his mouth off the girl's tit. Both of her pink
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areolas and nipples were moist with his saliva. He pushed himself to
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the opposite side of the squad car.
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"Suck this cock, and you'd better be good at it," he hissed, holding
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his prick by the shaft.
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Barbara's hazel eyes got wide as she looked at the sheriff's prick. It
|
|
was larger than she had hoped for, a full, fiery ten inches long. The
|
|
cockhead seemed almost small compared to the incredible thickness of
|
|
the shaft of his prick.
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|
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|
She loved giving blow-jobs, but even Barbara, with all her experience,
|
|
wasn't certain that she could deep-throat a cock that size. The shaft
|
|
was the thickest one she'd ever laid her eyes on. Though she had taken
|
|
cocks that long into her mouth before, nibbling her lips down the shaft
|
|
until she had the cockhead buried deep down her throat, she'd never
|
|
swallowed one quite like the sheriff's before.
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|
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|
Sheriff Carlisle hooked his hand behind Barbara's neck and pulled her
|
|
down. With her feet on the floor of the car, she was twisted sideways.
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Barbara lost her balance with her hands cuffed behind her. She fell
|
|
onto her side and the sheriff's big prick hit her on the cheek. The
|
|
cockhead was warm and spongy, the shaft of the sheriff's prick
|
|
steelishly hard.
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"Suck it, you slut!"
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When his fingers pushed through her auburn hair, Barbara squealed
|
|
softly. She struggled to get her knees beneath her so that they would
|
|
be up on the seat of the squad car. As it was, her face was in the
|
|
sheriff's lap, with the shaft of his cock pressing against her cheek
|
|
and ear.
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|
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"You bitch! I want a blow-job!"
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|
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|
Barbara was still struggling to get in position when she felt her
|
|
miniskirt being raised up, then the sheriff's open hand slapped her
|
|
asscheek. Through her panties she could feel the sting and the heat of
|
|
his palm.
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|
She fell onto the floor of the car, her tits pressing against the
|
|
sheriff's knee, and raised her mouth to his cockhead. Without any
|
|
preliminaries, Barbara opened her lips and sucked his pricktip into the
|
|
velvety soft, liquid warmth of her mouth.
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|
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|
Sheriff Carlisle groaned as he felt the young girl's lips tightening
|
|
around the broad girth of his cockshaft, his pricktip pushing against
|
|
the back of her mouth.
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|
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|
A soft, muffled sound of joy came from Barbara as she swirled her
|
|
tongue around the shaft of the cock. She could feel Sheriff Carlisle's
|
|
pricktip throbbing hotly against the opening of her throat and Barbara
|
|
felt certain that she would - if she got in a more favorable position -
|
|
be able to swallow all of his prick down her throat.
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|
She nodded her head, groaning a little as the sheriff twisted her hair
|
|
through his fingers and guided her face up and down on his prick.
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|
The young girl flicked her tongue against the slitted pisshole at the
|
|
head of his cock. She moaned again, quite softly, shivering with
|
|
ecstasy as the taste of a hard cock tingled on her taste buds.
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|
Sheriff Carlisle released Barbara's hair, allowing her to bring her
|
|
lips and tongue up and down on his prick at whatever speed and tempo
|
|
she wanted. He leaned back in the car, looking down to see her auburn
|
|
hair swirling at his crotch, feeling her lips, teeth and tongue making
|
|
his cock even longer, thicker and harder.
|
|
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|
"That's it, Barbara," he said quietly, almost soothingly. "That's how
|
|
you give a blow-job. I always knew you were a cock-sucker."
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|
The words seared Barbara's soul, but she couldn't let her anger be
|
|
known to the sheriff.
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|
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|
Struggling to breathe with the huge prick stuffing her mouth, Barbara
|
|
shivered, her nipples hard as pebbles, sucking passionately on the lip-
|
|
stretching prick. She nodded her beautiful face over the prick, taking
|
|
the meat into her mouth until the cockhead pushed against the opening
|
|
of her throat, then pulling up so that she could slash her tongue
|
|
against the sheriff's pisshole.
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|
"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, a bubble of saliva forming on her lips as she
|
|
filled her mouth with hard prick.
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|
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|
Because she was kneeling sideways to the sheriff, Barbara couldn't fit
|
|
much more of the cock into her mouth than the pricktip and a couple
|
|
inches of the shaft. The oval-shaped incredibly thick shaft of the cock
|
|
stretched the teenager's lips.
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|
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|
"That's better," Sheriff Carlisle said quietly as the squad car rolled
|
|
down suburban streets. "That's a good little cock-sucker. I knew you'd
|
|
know what to do with a prick in your mouth."
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|
|
|
He reached beneath Barbara's body, grabbing one of her tits and
|
|
pinching the nipple. She shivered, pretending to be disgusted with him
|
|
when in truth his hand was firing up her lusts. His fingers pinched and
|
|
tugged on her electrified nipple. Pussyjuice made Barbara's skimpy
|
|
panties cling wetly to her cunt.
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|
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|
Barbara rubbed her side of the throbbing, heavily veined shaft with her
|
|
tongue. She wished that she could get directly between the sheriff's
|
|
thighs to that she could face his prick head-on. That way, with its
|
|
natural slightly downward curve to the shaft, she would be able to
|
|
deep-throat all of his cock, sucking the entire length down her throat,
|
|
swallowing him whole.
|
|
|
|
The sheriff put his hand on the back of Barbara's head and pushed down.
|
|
The fat cock rolled between her lips. When the pricktip pounded against
|
|
the back of her mouth, Barbara nearly choked on the jaw-stretching
|
|
prick. No matter how much she wanted to feel the sheriff's awesome cock
|
|
sliding down her throat, swelling her neck out, the hot-blooded
|
|
teenager knew that she'd never do it in the position she was now in.
|
|
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|
"Pull behind there," Barbara heard Sheriff Carlisle say to his deputy.
|
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"In the alley. This little cunt is going to do better than this or
|
|
she's in big fuckin' trouble!"
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Chapter 6
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It was as though the sheriff had read Barbara Hobson's mind. When the
|
|
squad car pulled into the alley, she was jerked by her hair into a
|
|
sitting position on the seat of the car again. She cried out softly
|
|
with pain, feeling strands of her silky auburn hair pulling against her
|
|
scalp.
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|
|
|
"What are you going to do to me?" Barbara asked, knowing that she was
|
|
only going to get more of the same.
|
|
|
|
The squad car pulled to a stop. Looking around, Barbara didn't
|
|
recognize the alley they were in. It was extremely dark and only the
|
|
back sides of houses on either direction faced the alley. Barbara
|
|
understood instantly why the sheriff had chosen this spot - there would
|
|
be no straying eyes to watch her as she gave him a blow-job.
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|
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|
She was pulled by the elbow out of the car. Barbara stumbled a little
|
|
before regaining her balance. Her legs trembled and she seemed to
|
|
teeter on her five-inch spike heels. Barbara hoped she appeared
|
|
frightened, that her trembling was taken for fear. She was really so
|
|
excited and hungry for the sheriff's cock that she was ready to beg for
|
|
the privilege of sucking on it.
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|
|
|
The lights of the squad car were killed. Barbara leaned against the
|
|
rear fender of the sedan. The metal felt cold against her thighs on the
|
|
satiny flesh between the tops of her stockings and her panties. She
|
|
twisted her hands a little, enjoying the harsh, unyielding feel of the
|
|
handcuffs around her wrists.
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|
"What now?" she asked, trying to sound defiant.
|
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|
|
"You keep sucking, that's what," Sheriff Carlisle said with savage
|
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delight.
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Without having to be forced into it, Barbara slowly got down on her
|
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knees in the alley. She could feel pebbles biting into her flesh
|
|
through her stockings. As she kissed the bullet-shaped head of the
|
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sheriff's prick, Barbara hoped that she wouldn't ruin the mesh
|
|
stockings. They were her favorite pair whenever she wanted to go out
|
|
hunting for a cock.
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|
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"Ohhhhh! All the way down your throat," the sheriff whispered.
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The broad shaft felt more comfortable between Barbara's lips now that
|
|
she was facing it directly. She rolled her slick, pink tongue against
|
|
the underside of the cockhead. Her red, butter-soft lips nibbled gently
|
|
on the throbbing shaft. Barbara could feel the sheriff's cockhead
|
|
pulsing hotly against her tongue as she caressed it.
|
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"Mmmmmm!" the girl moaned, her eyes closed as she nursed on the
|
|
delicious cock that filled her mouth and ovalled her lips.
|
|
|
|
When Barbara tilted her head back to look up into the sheriff's face,
|
|
she was pleased to see Deputy Phelps was standing beside the sheriff,
|
|
watching her giving the blow-job with avid interest.
|
|
|
|
Barbara moaned, louder than necessary for the deputy's benefit. She
|
|
loved having lots of men watching her whenever she was performing an
|
|
almost magical blow-job for someone.
|
|
|
|
It was time to show the sheriff and his deputy exactly what she could
|
|
do with a cock in her mouth.
|
|
|
|
Barbara held the cockhead against her tongue, curling her tongue around
|
|
the throbbing head. Then, slowly and sensually, she began swallowing
|
|
the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. When the pricktip was at the
|
|
back of her mouth, Barbara let out a low moan of ecstasy and chewed
|
|
with her lips on the shaft.
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|
|
They don't think I can do it, she thought, her eyes shining as she
|
|
looked into the sheriff's eyes.
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|
|
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She felt the cockhead pushing against her tonsils, then slide deeper.
|
|
The pricktip pushed down her throat as she nibbled with her lips on the
|
|
shaft of the cock.
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|
|
|
Inch by inch the massive prick slipped down the teenager's tight,
|
|
resilient throat. When Barbara had all but a couple inches of the prick
|
|
in her mouth, she felt her throat tightening up in protest.
|
|
|
|
I've got to take it all! she thought, fighting with herself to do what
|
|
she wanted to.
|
|
|
|
Refusing to accept the pain in her throat as defeat, Barbara pushed her
|
|
face toward the sheriff's body. The prick was throbbing and bucking
|
|
deep in her throat, swelling her neck out, distorting her lovely facial
|
|
features with the thickness of the shaft.
|
|
|
|
And then her lips were surrounding the base of Sheriff Carlisle's prick
|
|
and Barbara could feel all ten inches of his cock flexing inside her
|
|
mouth and throat.
|
|
|
|
"Fuckin' A!" the deputy gasped as he watched Barbara pushing her face
|
|
harder against Sheriff Carlisle's body.
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|
|
|
Barbara twisted her face around the cock, rubbing her chin against the
|
|
sheriff's hot, hairy balls. She worked her lips against the fiery shaft
|
|
of his enormous cock, shivering with ecstasy on her knees in the alley,
|
|
her wrists handcuffed together behind her back.
|
|
|
|
"I knew this little cock-sucker could do it," Sheriff Carlisle said, as
|
|
though he had some insight into Barbara that nobody else had.
|
|
|
|
Barbara nodded her head over the cock, just taking the pricktip to the
|
|
back of her mouth several times before deep-throating it once again.
|
|
She swallowed the cock repeatedly after finally savoring victory by
|
|
gulping all of the delicious, manly meat down her throat the first
|
|
time.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned lustily, forgetting that she was supposed to at
|
|
least give the appearance of being appalled by what the sheriff was
|
|
making her do.
|
|
|
|
As she sucked on the cock, drawing her cheeks in around the cockhead,
|
|
Barbara's 36C-cup tits jiggled from her chest, the areolas pink and
|
|
delicious-looking, the nipples hard and nubby. Oily girl-cum oozed from
|
|
her pussy, making her panties wet.
|
|
|
|
Barbara's jacket flopped against her sides as she worked her eager red
|
|
lips back and forth over the sheriff's big, meaty cock. She was
|
|
unmindful of the harshness of the tar alley beneath her knees, not
|
|
caring about anything but the thrill of giving a blow-job to a huge
|
|
cock while she had someone else watching everything she was doing.
|
|
|
|
The dim light that filtered into the alley from a great lamp was
|
|
reflected by the two strands of diamonds that dangled from Barbara's
|
|
right ear. The earrings flicked back and forth as she whipped her lips
|
|
over the sheriff's jaw-stretching prick, mouthing it hungrily, waiting
|
|
to receive her reward of hot, salty cum.
|
|
|
|
"All the way down, cock-sucker," Sheriff Carlisle whispered. His voice
|
|
sounded choked and strained. "Eat my cock you cheap slut!"
|
|
|
|
With her lips around the rim of the cockhead, Barbara worked down the
|
|
shaft. She tongued the pulsing underside of the cock, feeling a vein
|
|
beating against her tongue as she whimpered softly with ecstasy. She
|
|
took the pricktip into her throat and her neck bulged out. Inch by inch
|
|
the hot-blooded girl swallowed all of the sheriff's cock, holding it in
|
|
her mouth and throat until she finally needed to breathe again.
|
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"Ohhhhh! Goddamn it! This slut really knows what she's doing," the
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sheriff said.
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Barbara jerked her lips over the cockhead, working on the rim of the
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head while her tongue flashed across the pisshole. Thick droplets of
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pre-cum were oozing out of the pisshole, and Barbara was licking them
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off with the thirst and greed of a nymphomaniac.
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She sucked the prick into her mouth until the cockhead pounded against
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the opening of her throat. The throbbing of the cockhead got stronger
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and stronger, and the sheriff started pushing his hips forward to meet
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Barbara's moves as she chewed her lips down the shaft of the prick.
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"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, turning her face to one side, allowing the
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cockhead to push against the inside of her cheek which forced her face
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to swell out lewdly.
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"I can't take it! Awwww! You cunt! You cock-sucker!"
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Perhaps to someone else those words might have sounded like an insult,
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but not in Barbara's ears. She considered the sheriff's ecstasy a sign
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of her own ability to give blow-jobs. Even though she was sucking cock
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on less-than-optimal conditions, especially with the handcuffs on and
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the alley hard against her knees, she had sucked and tongued his prick
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until he couldn't take any more.
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She chewed halfway down the shaft of the cock. When the big-titted
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teenager felt the cum racing through the shaft, she threw her head back
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so that she could taste the cum on her tongue. But her move, despite
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its speed, wasn't fast enough to keep the first mighty eruption of cum
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from splashing against Barbara's tonsils.
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"Awwwwwww!" Sheriff Carlisle howled as his pungent load of cum exploded
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out of his overheated balls.
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Barbara moaned loudly as she felt gooey cum trickling down her throat.
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She held the cockhead in her mouth, swirling her tongue in a circular
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motion around and around against the clefted underside of the knob. Cum
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splattered over her tongue and against the back and roof of her mouth.
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"Uh! Ahhhhhh!" the sheriff groaned as his balls emptied themselves in
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the beautiful teenager's hotly sucking mouth.
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Barbara swallowed every last drop of cum the sheriff had to give. She
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sucked and swallowed, her lips and tongue working expertly on the
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cockhead and shaft of his prick to knead and massage all of his rich,
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delicious cum from his huge balls.
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When the sheriff stepped away, pulling his prick out of her mouth,
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Barbara dropped her head down, her chin nearly touching her chest. Her
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tits were heaving on her chest, the nipples hard pebbles of raw,
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tingling flesh. Her clit felt like it would burn a hole right through
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her panties because it was so hot.
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"Okay, cunt, now it's my turn," Deputy Phelps said, grabbing Barbara by
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the elbow and forcing her up to her feet in the alley.
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Chapter 7
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Before Barbara even had time to speak, Deputy Phelps's arms were around
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her, crushing her magnificent body to his own. His prick was hot
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against her stomach, trapped between their writhing bodies as they
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kissed passionately.
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Barbara opened her mouth a little and the deputy's tongue was instantly
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between her lips, slithering against her tongue. Barbara sucked on the
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deputy's tongue, feeling the tingling in her cunt that told her she had
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to get fucked.
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Taking the bank president's cock into her pussy had been nice and
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satisfying, and served a purpose, but she didn't cum during the fuck.
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Even if she had cum, Barbara would still be horny for the deputy's
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prick. As it was she was feverish for it.
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She felt his hands at her ass, molding her tight asscheeks through her
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miniskirt. When the zipper to her miniskirt was lowered as they kissed,
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a wave of happiness flowed over Barbara. She sucked on Deputy Phelps's
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tongue lustily, raising her knee just a little to rub it against his
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thigh.
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The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun. Deputy Phelps grabbed
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Barbara by the arms and twisted her around so that she had her back to
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him.
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"What do you want of me?" she asked, hoping, as always, to sound
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frightened instead of horny.
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"Shut the fuck up, you little tramp," the deputy hissed.
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Barbara's miniskirt was jerked down her legs and then her panties
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quickly followed. She stepped out of both garments, a cool breeze
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making her seething cuntlips tingle delightfully.
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The deputy turned Barbara around again so she faced him. He took a step
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back, his eyes raking up and down her body. His own pants were down to
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the middle of his thighs and his prick was hard as a steel pole.
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"Barbara, if I knew you were like this I'd have fucked you a lot
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sooner!" the deputy whispered, as much to himself as to Barbara.
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She was indeed a cock-hardening sight. Her high, prominent cheekbones
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were flushed with lust. The leather jacket surrounded her tits, which
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jiggled tautly with the breathing of a woman feverish for a hard cock
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to fuck deep into her pussy. Her stomach was flat and the tight bush of
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dark cunt hair between her legs seemed to be begging for a cock.
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Her thighs quivered a little. The black mesh stockings were tight at
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the tops of her legs, molding perfectly to her tapered thighs and
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calves. On her feet were the open-toed, high-heeled shoes that looked
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like they belonged to a teenager who lived to give blow-jobs.
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"Son of a fucking bitch!" the deputy moaned, stroking his prick softly
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as he drank in the visual beauty of his teenaged captive. "You're one
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hell of a built girl."
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Barbara didn't fight the deputy as he turned her toward the car and
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pushed her over the trunk. Her warm, tingling tits pressed against the
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squad car's trunk and Barbara shivered. The metal was cold against her
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turgid nipples. Her tits billowed out as more of her weight was pressed
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upon them.
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The feel of the car's cold steel against her belly and the tops of her
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thighs delighted Barbara, though she didn't quite understand why. She
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balled her hands into tiny, tight, futile fists, turning her hands a
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little so that the deputy would again see that she was handcuffed and
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completely helpless. Also, Barbara discovered that the sharp,
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unyielding feel of the steel handcuffs around her wrists made her cunt
|
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tingle and her mind spin with bizarre, erotic cock-lust.
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"Now you're going to get fucked," Deputy Phelps mumbled as he stepped
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closer to Barbara, holding his prick in one hand and caressing her
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tight, smooth, naked asscheeks with the other.
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Barbara closed her eyes, pressing her cheek against the trunk of the
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squad car. She could hardly wait for the warm, spongy head of the
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deputy's cock to force her cuntlips apart and drive deep and hard into
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her pussy.
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That's what Barbara wanted to feel, but that's not what she got.
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When she felt the fat, throbbing head of Deputy Phelps's prick against
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her asshole, Barbara's eyes burst open. For the first time since the
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handcuffs had been locked around her wrists, she actually tried to get
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away. Fear, shocking and real, swept over her like a tidal wave.
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"No! Wait! Don't fuck me ... awwww!"
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Barbara groaned, feeling her asscheeks being forced apart by the
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deputy's thick, long, fiery prick. She tried to get away but he kept
|
|
her trapped between himself and the squad car. When Barbara's legs went
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limp, she couldn't even fall over because he had her bent over the
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trunk of the sedan.
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She tried to keep the cockhead out of her ass, but Barbara's strength
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was no match for the deputy's wild, raging lust. She tightened up but
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the cockhead continued its relentless path deeper into her asshole.
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Barbara tried to scream for help, hoping her cries of agony would draw
|
|
the attention of one of the neighbors, but her throat wouldn't work.
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Just as her words had first been silenced when the prick plowed between
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her firm asscheeks, driving into her asshole. She managed a weak groan
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as another inch of the thick, fiery prick was jammed into her asshole.
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"Goddamn she's got a tight butt!" Deputy Phelps groaned, holding onto
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the teenager's asscheeks, keeping her pressing against the squad car as
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he brutally butt-fucked her.
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Barbara shivered, her knees hitting the side of the car as she felt the
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cock being withdrawn from her tortured asshole. When she felt the ridge
|
|
of the deputy's cockhead sliding out of her ass, she thought briefly
|
|
that he was going to let her suck him off, or perhaps fuck her lusty,
|
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juicy pussy.
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But it wasn't to be. Barbara gasped as the breath was ripped from her
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lungs. The cock plowed deeper into her asshole than it had the first
|
|
time, withdrew a couple inches, then lanced into her again. The big-
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titted girl with the tight ass felt like she was being skewered by the
|
|
deputy. Her asshole felt like it was burning up, being ripped apart by
|
|
the ass-stretching length and girth of Deputy Phelps's big, turgid,
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red-hot cock.
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The cock see-sawed back and forth, driving full-length into the
|
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teenager's asshole, spreading her asscheeks wide apart as the deputy
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butt-fucked her. Barbara shivered as she felt his massive cockhead
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|
driving relentlessly into her ass, plowing through the resistance she
|
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put forth, stabbing into her with increasing energy and power.
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"Ohhhhh!" Deputy Phelps moaned, pulling back.
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He looked down and saw the ridge of his pricktip slip out of Barbara's
|
|
ass. The sight of her wide-spread asscheeks made the cum simmer hotly
|
|
in his balls. With a groan of primitive ecstasy he threw himself at her
|
|
ass again, driving his cock completely into her asshole.
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|
Barbara's legs no longer actually held her up. All her muscles had
|
|
seemed to turn limp as the pounding, invading cock lanced into her
|
|
asshole again and again. Her knees hit the side of the car. It was
|
|
almost impossible for her to keep her feet beneath her, balancing what
|
|
little weight she did have there on her spike-heeled shoes.
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"Goddamn it, Sheriff, she's got an ass that can milk a man dry!" Deputy
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Phelps hissed.
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Soft moans came from Barbara as she rocked back and forth, her tits
|
|
crushed beneath her on the trunk of the squad car as her asscheeks were
|
|
forced wide apart by the deputy's bone-hard prick. With her eyes
|
|
closed, Barbara concentrated on the cock, feeling every quivering inch
|
|
of it as it bore relentlessly into her ass. Shockingly, she discovered
|
|
that her cunt was tingling and the sensation of having her ass fucked
|
|
by the deputy wasn't such agony anymore.
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|
|
|
Barbara thought about her mother and how Deputy Phelps had felt her up
|
|
and rubbed his prick against her asscheeks through her slacks. No doubt
|
|
he had wanted to butt-fuck her, to drive his prick hard and fast into
|
|
her asshole, but he just didn't have the courage to go that far. So,
|
|
instead, he had rubbed himself against Karen and jerked off on her
|
|
back.
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Barbara felt the deputy's hairy balls slap against her tingling
|
|
cuntlips. Pussyjuice was trickling to her cuntlips faster now and her
|
|
tiny pink clit was erect. Each time the deputy's prick shoved full-
|
|
length into her ass, hot, satisfying tingles went through Barbara's
|
|
veins. With the cock in her ass, Barbara felt like she was being filled
|
|
with cockmeat and she wished that she could suck on the sheriff's prick
|
|
while Deputy Phelps ass-fucked her.
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|
|
|
Deputy Phelps put his hands around Barbara's stomach, feeling the
|
|
satiny texture of her skin.
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|
|
|
"She's got a great body," he said, sinking all of his cock into her
|
|
asshole. "Nice and tight. I like that."
|
|
|
|
Barbara tried to block the deputy's words out of her mind. She could
|
|
feel herself warming up, getting excited by having a cock fucking in
|
|
and out of her butt, and she didn't want to admit this to herself.
|
|
|
|
The deputy chuckled and continued. "Her mother ... now there is a lady
|
|
with a pair of tits! Biggest, best fuckin' tits I've ever seen in my
|
|
life! You could suck on them all night long!"
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|
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|
A prickling feeling came from Barbara's hard, nubby nipples as she
|
|
rocked to and fro, being jerked about by the impact of the deputy's
|
|
crotch against her asscheeks as he butt-fucked her. Her firm, high-
|
|
riding tits were squished against the trunk of the sedan, and as she
|
|
moved back and forth, her nipples were being rubbed.
|
|
|
|
Everything excites me! The teenager thought with exasperation as she
|
|
shivered with joy, feeling the cock driving to the hilt in her asshole.
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|
|
|
"Oh! Tight fuckin' ass!"
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|
|
|
Barbara wondered how long it would go on. She didn't want the ass-
|
|
fucking to end, and yet she also wanted to get away from the sheriff
|
|
and his deputy; and get the handcuffs off her wrists.
|
|
|
|
But she couldn't do anything unless they let her. This awareness of her
|
|
own helplessness, combined with the steel around her wrists, the fact
|
|
that she was getting her ass fucked hard and fast ... all of it was
|
|
turning her on more than she had ever thought it would.
|
|
|
|
Barbara raised her face off the trunk, turned it to look in the other
|
|
direction, and saw the sheriff's face. He was watching her with lust in
|
|
his eyes, even though she had deep-throated his cock only moments
|
|
earlier and swallowed his hot, salty cum.
|
|
|
|
An audience was all Barbara ever really needed and tonight was no
|
|
different. The teenager's eyes glazed over and she came, quietly, her
|
|
pussyjuice streaming out of her cunt. The clear girl-cum trickled down
|
|
the insides of her shivering thighs and got soaked up by her mesh
|
|
stockings.
|
|
|
|
As she came, Barbara involuntarily tightened her asshole around the
|
|
deputy's reaming prick. He groaned and plowed into her ass furiously,
|
|
working the entire length of his cock in and out of Barbara's ass.
|
|
|
|
With an animalistic growl of pleasure, Deputy Phelps's balls released
|
|
their load of cum far up Barbara's asshole. He threw himself at her,
|
|
skewering her ass with his prick. Barbara was knocked hard against the
|
|
car. She trembled from head to foot, feeling her asshole being flooded
|
|
with hot cum as the last of her own girl-cum trickled out of her cunt.
|
|
|
|
"Awwwwww!" Deputy Phelps growled, slamming himself against the
|
|
teenager's warm, smooth asscheeks, sinking his cock deep into her
|
|
receptive, succulent young body.
|
|
|
|
After a while Barbara felt her asshole tingle as the prick was pulled
|
|
out of it. She remained bent over the trunk of the squad car as the men
|
|
collected themselves.
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|
|
"Get in the back seat," Sheriff Carlisle said quietly, his tone
|
|
indicating he wouldn't allow Barbara to fight him in any way.
|
|
|
|
"But my skirt, my panties," the girl whispered.
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|
|
"Forget about 'em, you cunt!"
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|
|
|
The sheriff grabbed Barbara by the arms and tossed her into the back
|
|
seat of the squad car.
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"You won't need 'em in jail!"
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Chapter 8
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|
|
Karen felt certain she'd made a mistake by listening to her daughter.
|
|
The clothes that Barbara had taken from her closet were fine, but Karen
|
|
thought the least she should have done was taken out a pair of panties
|
|
and a bra.
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|
She had on a delicate white lace blouse that had an old-fashioned flair
|
|
to it. It pinched in at the waist and also from her elbows down to her
|
|
wrists. Karen's massive 4OD-cup tits pressed against the blouse and her
|
|
brown areolas and nipples, erect with fear, could be seen.
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|
The skirt was also white, coming down to her ankles. But Barbara hadn't
|
|
taken out panties, and Karen felt certain that Mayor Warren Collins
|
|
could see the thick, jet-black, triangular-shaped bush of cunt hair at
|
|
the apex of her powerful thighs.
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|
Beneath the skirt Karen had on an off-red garter belt and black silk
|
|
stockings. The dark silk could be seen through her skirt and Karen
|
|
wished that Barbara would have at least selected stockings that didn't
|
|
contrast so strongly with her skirt.
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|
|
Karen had pinned her dark hair up loosely, allowing several tendrils of
|
|
satiny hair to fall down from her temples. She had on small gold hoop
|
|
earrings that shone brightly.
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|
"I've called the sheriff," Mayor Warren Collins said as he handed Karen
|
|
a snifter of brandy. "Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this."
|
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|
|
Karen felt her heart rate quicken as Warren sat next to her on the
|
|
couch. He was an extremely handsome man and his reputation as a playboy
|
|
and ladies' man was well deserved. Karen had heard that his cock was
|
|
positively enormous. She wondered if those were just rumors.
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|
|
|
"Thank you," Karen replied quietly. "I've been a little shook up about
|
|
this thing. I mean, Joe getting arrested and having another woman with
|
|
him."
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|
|
Warren slipped closer to the brunette, his hip almost touching hers as
|
|
they sat on the couch in his living room.
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|
"I can imagine that it's been hell for you," Warren replied, his
|
|
sincerity showing in his tone.
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He glanced down at Karen's tits and felt a stirring in his balls.
|
|
Karen's big, luscious tits were pressing against the lace blouse and he
|
|
could just barely see the darkness of her chocolate-brown areolas. Her
|
|
nipples, however, were making blunt dents in the material. If only the
|
|
damn blouse didn't button all the way up to her neck he would have had
|
|
a magnificent view of her cleavage.
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"Warren, I don't know how I can ever repay you."
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Karen looked at him, crossing her legs at the knee. She felt the heat
|
|
in her pussy and wished that she had panties on.
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|
|
"You've been wonderful through this."
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|
|
Warren's face started toward Karen's. She closed her eyes and a moment
|
|
later felt his lips touching hers softly, tenderly. A soft moan came
|
|
from her chest as his tongue played over her lips.
|
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|
|
"Karen, I've wanted to be with you for years," the handsome mayor
|
|
whispered.
|
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|
|
He kissed her again, putting his brandy snifter on the floor without
|
|
taking his lips from hers. The blood raced through Karen's veins. Her
|
|
nipples got even harder and more erect as the mayor's lips nuzzled her
|
|
neck and earlobe. The big-titted woman's hands were trembling, and she
|
|
almost dropped her glass.
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|
|
"Maybe I should leave," she said.
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|
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"No, you've got to stay."
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|
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Warren put an arm around her shoulders. With the fingertips of his
|
|
right hand he turned her face toward himself.
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"You've got to stay."
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|
Karen felt her willpower melting. The heat in her pussy was so intense
|
|
it frightened her. Before, with Deputy Phelps she had been forced into
|
|
doing things to his cock and she had enjoyed it. But now she was being
|
|
seduced by a man who had not forced himself upon her.
|
|
|
|
"Do you want me?" she asked, her eyes closed.
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|
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"Yessss! Oh, Karen, I want you so much!"
|
|
|
|
When his lips came to hers again, Karen kissed him with greater
|
|
passion, responding openly now to his lust and her own. She put her
|
|
right hand on his thigh, her left hand still holding onto the brandy
|
|
snifter.
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|
|
His tongue pushed between her lips. Karen slithered her tongue against
|
|
Warren's delighting in the taste of his mouth. Her clit blazed
|
|
furiously, making warm, slick pussyjuice seep to her cuntlips,
|
|
preparing her for Warren Collins's thirteen-inch-long prick.
|
|
|
|
When he put his hand on her tit, Karen's body jerked. It was like she
|
|
had been shocked by electricity. His fingers pressed tenderly into her
|
|
firm flesh. He found her nipple and caressed it through her blouse,
|
|
making the nipple stand out even more prominently.
|
|
|
|
Karen felt the long line of buttons down the front of her blouse coming
|
|
undone. Warren's fingers moved slowly, deftly, unfastening them one at
|
|
a time. When her blouse was opened to just below her big tits, she felt
|
|
him stop.
|
|
|
|
At first Karen was frightened, thinking that perhaps Warren was going
|
|
to follow her pleas for him to stop. But then she felt his fingers
|
|
slipping inside her blouse and she shivered, kissing him on the mouth
|
|
as he sought her hard, tingling, bud-like nipple.
|
|
|
|
Karen sighed, pushing her tongue into his hot mouth as Warren's hand
|
|
slipped inside her blouse. She felt his fingers against her electrified
|
|
flesh searching for her nipple. When at last she felt him pinch her
|
|
cherry nipple, Karen literally jerked from head to foot from the
|
|
contact.
|
|
|
|
"Warren ... Warren ... Warren ..."
|
|
|
|
The word seemed to say everything that Karen felt. He massaged her big
|
|
tit, working the nipple over lovingly between his fingers and thumb,
|
|
sending her senses soaring as her cunt got hotter and hotter. Between
|
|
her cuntlips, Karen's clit felt like it was burning up with
|
|
anticipation.
|
|
|
|
She squeezed Warren's thigh softly, raking her long, painted
|
|
fingernails over his flesh through his pants. He removed his hand from
|
|
inside her blouse and made a quick job of unfastening the rest of
|
|
Karen's buttons. He pushed her blouse open and Karen's tits swelled
|
|
out, the areolas dark with lust, the nipples aching for attention.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, God!" Karen gasped, unable to believe the wild fuck-lust that was
|
|
going through her.
|
|
|
|
Boldly, surprising herself, Karen reached between Warren's legs. She
|
|
found his prick and, like the rumors had said, it was huge. She
|
|
squeezed the cockhead in her palms, feeling it throbbing, feeling the
|
|
heat of this stud's prick even through his pants.
|
|
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When Warren dipped his face down, kissing Karen's neck as he worked his
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way toward her tits, she laid her head against the back of the couch.
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Her fingers toyed along the length of his prick, but Karen made no move
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to pull his zipper down or get his cock out.
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There was a moment of doubt on Karen's part as she felt Warren's hot,
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moist lips traveling over her tits. He seemed to tease her, licking and
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kissing her tit without actually licking or sucking on her nipple. Her
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heart was throbbing in her chest like a jack-hammer and Karen squirmed
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on the couch, waiting for the bliss of his hungry mouth devouring her
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ultra-sensitive nipple.
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"Warren ... Warren ... Warren ..."
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When his mouth opened wide and he sucked in much of Karen's aroused,
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lust-hardened nipple, whatever doubts had filtered through the big-
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titted woman's mind vanished. She knew then, with absolute clarity,
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that she had to feel this man's cock driving into her cunt and rubbing
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against her fiery, red-hot clit.
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"Mmmmmm!" he moaned, flicking his tongue against Karen's nipple.
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The glass dropped from Karen's hand as she felt her tingling nipple
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being sucked and licked. Her tits, which had been so much larger than
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any other woman's even from the time when she was just a very young
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woman, had always drawn the most attention from men. Perhaps it was
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because of this reason that Karen so enjoyed it whenever her tits were
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given such loving, lusty attention.
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"Take me, Warren!" she whispered, stroking his hair as he sucked on her
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nipples. "I want to feel your cock inside me."
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While continuing to nibble on her nipples, Warren slowly pulled Karen's
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dress up past her knees. She still had her legs crossed and he pushed
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her knees apart, forcing her thighs to spread. She cried out softly
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when his hand slipped under her skirt, fondling her thigh through her
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silk stocking.
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The hand moved higher on her leg, above her stocking top. When the
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fingertips touched Karen's clit, she gasped in ecstasy.
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"Eat me!" she pleaded, shocked that she had actually said the words.
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"Eat my pussy, Warren!"
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He slipped off the couch, kneeling before Karen, pushing her skirt up
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to her waist. His eyes burned into Karen's as she spread her legs wider
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apart for him.
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"So sexy!" she whispered. "So handsome! So ... ohhhhh!"
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The words could no longer form in Karen's throat when Warren kissed her
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knee, then threw his face between her legs, fucking his tongue between
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her tight, passion-hungry cuntlips.
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She arched her back, pushing her cunt at his face as he dragged his
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tongue through her cuntlips. Karen shivered, her big tits jiggling on
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her chest, her lips parted slightly as she trembled with ecstasy.
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Karen's bush was thick and curly. Warren buried his nose in her cunt
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bush as he stuffed her hot, seething pussy with his tongue. She took
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her hands from Warren's head and grabbed her tits, pinching and tugging
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lightly on the nipples to add to the wild thrills that were already
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going through her.
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Warren shoved his middle finger full-length into the brunette's cunt as
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he sucked on her clit lightly. He finger-fucked her slowly and
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steadily, pushing her finger into the woman's cunt until his knuckles
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pushed against her pussylips.
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"Ohhhhhhh! Yes, that's beautiful!" Karen sighed, pinching her nipples
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as she felt the lips, tongue and finger working over her cuntlips and
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clit.
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She eagerly waited for Warren to fuck his massive prick into the tight,
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juicy recesses of her cunt, but that didn't happen. Warren was an
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experienced cocksman and he was in no hurry to shove his prick between
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Karen's pink cunt-lips. Instead, still fully clothed, he slithered his
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tongue over her clit and watched as she twisted and turned on the couch
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in the throes of ecstasy.
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"Cum, Karen," he purred, looking at her face through the valley of her
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mountainous tits, a sly, confident smile on his mouth. "Cum on my
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tongue, Karen! Let me drink all of you."
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The words were the final straw for Karen. There was no turning back.
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Her beautiful eyes were clouded over with lust. She pinched her nipples
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harder, spreading her legs wider apart, her asscheeks on the edge of
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the couch's cushions as Warren fucked his tongue and finger into her
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cunt.
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"I'm going to ... oh! I'm going to cummmmm!"
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Karen raised her ass off the couch to push her fiery, aching cunt
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harder against Warren's mouth. The heels of her shoes ground into the
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carpet and her shoulders pushed against the top of the couch as Karen's
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massive tits quivered on her chest.
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"Awwww! Ohhhh! Lick me, Warren! Fuck me with your tongue!"
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When her orgasm subsided, Karen fell heavily back down on the couch.
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But Warren didn't stop finger-fucking her cunt.
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She looked at him, shivering a little from the after-effects of her
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powerful orgasm. His handsome face was shiny with her pussyjuice.
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"You liked having my tongue in your cunt, didn't you?"
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Karen nodded her head. She started to smooth her skirt over her knees,
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but Warren stopped her with his free hand.
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"Not yet. I'm not done with you just yet."
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He shoved his finger in her cunt, pulled back, then thrust two fingers
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into the juicy pussy, making Karen whimper softly with lust.
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"You've got a long way to go before this evening is over. You really
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don't want to stop now, do you?"
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"No ... no ... I want to fuck you," Karen whispered, stunned to hear
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the words coming out of her mouth.
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Chapter 9
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Karen leaned forward on the couch and took off her blouse. She dropped
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it on the floor, then took off her long skirt. When she started to
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unhook the clasp of her garter belt that held up her black silk
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stockings, Warren stopped her.
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"Don't," he said, his eyes blazing with lust. "Leave them on while I
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fuck you."
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Naked except for the garter belt, silk stockings and her shoes, Karen
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reclined on the couch. She felt more sexy and alive than she could
|
|
remember being in years. Warren's tongue had brought a new awareness
|
|
out in her that turned her on so much she felt like she could fuck all
|
|
night long.
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"Take your clothes off for me," Karen whispered as Warren got to his
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feet. "Do it from across the room so I can see all of you."
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Warren did as had been asked of him, and when his cock sprang out,
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Karen couldn't even speak.
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|
Warren Collins, the handsome mayor of her city, had the largest cock in
|
|
town. When fully erect, his incredible hunk of cockmeat stretched to a
|
|
monstrous, frightening length. The only thing that made it look like it
|
|
wasn't actually a dildo was that Warren's prick wasn't overly thick.
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"My God! I never dreamed you were hung like that," Karen gasped,
|
|
finally able to force her throat to work. "I'd heard stories about you
|
|
before, but I always thought they were just fantasies from the women
|
|
who want to fuck you."
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"No, my dear, it's all me and it's all real and it's all for you." He
|
|
walked forward slowly, holding his prick gently in his hand. "Now
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|
spread your legs, my dear. I'm about to fuck you like you've never been
|
|
fucked before."
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Karen put her head on the armrest of the couch. She kicked her right
|
|
foot up on the back of the couch, putting her left foot on the floor so
|
|
that her cuntlips, so pink and juicy, were open and available to the
|
|
handsome, big-cocked stud who made her feel so fantastic.
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|
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"Take me," Karen purred softly, watching the cockhead coming closer and
|
|
closer to her pussy. "Drill me deep with your cock!"
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|
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|
Warren got between Karen's legs. He ran his hands up and down over her
|
|
thighs, enjoying the feel of the silk under his fingertips. Then,
|
|
holding his huge prick by the shaft, he brought his pricktip slowly to
|
|
Karen's tingling, lusty cuntlips.
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"You want it, don't you?"
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"Yes! Oh, yes! Please fuck me! Please!"
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|
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Warren had one foot on the floor, the other curled beneath him, as he
|
|
pushed his hips forward. His cockhead easily pried apart Karen's
|
|
cuntlips. Though her luscious, voluptuous body was quivering, she could
|
|
feel everything that was happening to her.
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|
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"Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed suddenly, unable to take the tension and
|
|
suspense any longer.
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Warren threw himself down on top of Karen, delighting in the fullness
|
|
of her massive tits against his chest. His prick burrowed a path deep
|
|
into Karen, driving full-length into her slick, hungry cunt.
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"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Karen chanted, keeping her legs wide apart
|
|
so that Warren could move about freely.
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He fucked her with long, slow, measured strokes. Each time Warren
|
|
shoved his prick the entire length into her cunt, Karen could feel his
|
|
cockhead pushing against her womb and spreading the walls of her pussy.
|
|
His cock drove like an oil well into her, forcing her cuntlips to roll
|
|
inward as he skewered her juicy cunt, then pulling out to squeeze the
|
|
long shaft as he withdrew almost all of his prick from her.
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|
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|
Karen's arms were around Warren's neck as he impaled her with his long,
|
|
throbbing, slender cock. She kissed his cheek lovingly, trying to
|
|
control her breathing, fighting against the almost overwhelming urge to
|
|
cum again instantly.
|
|
|
|
Heaving with exertion, Warren fucked Karen's pussy with harder and
|
|
stronger strokes as the fire in his balls increased in intensity. Her
|
|
hot, juicy cunt was squeezing his prick, enticing the huge prick to get
|
|
even longer. Stroking all of his cock into her cunt, Warren reamed out
|
|
Karen's pussy and ground himself against her cuntlips, feeling his
|
|
balls rubbing against her asscheeks.
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|
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"You're so beautiful," he whispered in Karen's ear.
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|
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Karen stroked the nape of his neck as she felt her sizzling clit
|
|
getting rubbed by the upper surface of Warren's prick. His cock seemed
|
|
to plow straight through her, driving deeper into her cunt than any
|
|
cock ever had.
|
|
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|
"I love the way you fuck me," Karen whispered, churning her full hips
|
|
in a circular motion to take the mayor's prick into her cunt from
|
|
different angles, adding different and new sensations of friction
|
|
against her turgid, red-hot clit.
|
|
|
|
Warren pushed a hand between their bodies and squeezed Karen's
|
|
magnificent left tit. He pressed his fingers deep into the luscious
|
|
mound, moaning his approval of them.
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|
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|
"Fuck me," Karen cooed, raking her fingernails lightly over the mayor's
|
|
broad, naked shoulders as he heaved above her, plowing his massive
|
|
prick to the hilt in her pussy.
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|
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|
Karen's thighs, encased in tight black silk, quivered as Warren threw
|
|
himself between her legs, driving his cock with determination into her
|
|
cunt again and again and again. She felt his fingers pressing into her
|
|
tit, his palm scraping against her tingling, fiery nipple.
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|
|
|
When he kissed her lips, he pressed his mouth almost bruisingly against
|
|
hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, demanding that Karen respond
|
|
lustfully to everything he was doing to her.
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|
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|
Karen had never known such incredible heights of ecstasy. The long,
|
|
hard-driving prick rubbed against her turgid clit. She could feel the
|
|
tightness in the pit of her stomach that signified the closeness of her
|
|
orgasm.
|
|
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|
She sucked on Warren's tongue, writhing in ecstasy beneath him, shaking
|
|
her full, womanly hips from side to side as her cuntlips stretched
|
|
around the undulating shaft of his manly cock.
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|
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|
"Sweet lover," Warren hissed.
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|
|
|
Now Karen could see in his eyes how he was fighting against the
|
|
pleasure she was giving him. To know that she could turn him on so
|
|
powerfully delighted the big-titted woman.
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|
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|
The scream of exultation caught Karen by surprise and it took a moment
|
|
before she realized the scream was her own and her girl-cum was gushing
|
|
out of her pussy.
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|
"Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed helplessly, lost in the extraordinary,
|
|
blinding, all-consuming sensations that ripped through her curvaceous
|
|
body.
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|
Pussyjuice gushed from her sweet cunt. Her clit detonated, unable to
|
|
take the slick friction Warren's cock gave her any longer without
|
|
exploding.
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|
She writhed and shook, her voluptuous body bucking and convulsing
|
|
beneath Warren as he skewered her overheated cunt with his long,
|
|
powerful cock. Karen opened her mouth to scream again but was silenced
|
|
when Warren's mouth covered hers and his tongue pressed hotly, hungrily
|
|
against her own.
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|
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|
Just as Karen was coming down from her climax she felt the masculine
|
|
throbbing of the mayor's cockhead as it plowed against her womb. He
|
|
pulled up, uncorking almost all of his incredible cock from her cunt,
|
|
then stabbed hard into her again. This time, when her cuntlips were
|
|
around the base of his cock's shaft and his pricktip was deep up her
|
|
cunt, she felt his balls pull up between his legs as they rubbed
|
|
against her asscheeks.
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|
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|
A mighty river of cum spewed from Warren's balls, gushing like lava
|
|
into Karen's receptive pussy. He jerked his cock out of her until only
|
|
his cockhead still parted her pink, tight cuntlips, then drove into her
|
|
again. As before, when all of his prick was fully embedded in Karen's
|
|
pussy, he exploded in a fountain of hot, thick creamy cum.
|
|
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|
"Give me your cum," Karen hissed, the words coming out choked and
|
|
strained as she trembled through the last of her own orgasm.
|
|
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|
It felt like the mayor's cum was boiling hot inside her cunt. Karen
|
|
shook her hips, keeping her right foot up on the top of the couch, her
|
|
left foot on the floor to allow her hot-blooded lover full access to
|
|
her cunt.
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|
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|
As he came, Warren's fingers pressed deep into Karen's luscious,
|
|
massive tit, nearly bruising her. She didn't care. Now that she finally
|
|
had his long, throbbing cock spitting out hot jets of cum into her
|
|
pussy, she was willing to do anything he wanted, give him any thrill he
|
|
desired.
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|
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|
"Ohhhhhh!" Warren sighed.
|
|
|
|
As the sound that rumbled from his chest died away, the climax stopped.
|
|
Karen held him close, feeling his heart pounding so close to hers,
|
|
feeling his cock still twitching inside her cunt.
|
|
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|
"You're a wonderful lover," Karen whispered tenderly, her whole body
|
|
tingling with the aftereffects of the magnificent fucking she'd just
|
|
gotten from him. "I never thought we could be so good together, so good
|
|
for each other."
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|
Warren kissed her cheek softly, then her eyelids.
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|
With her eyes closed Karen asked, "What do you want to do? What fantasy
|
|
of yours can I fulfill? I want to please you more than any woman ever
|
|
has."
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Chapter 10
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Karen was a big, tall, strapping woman. She had no pretentious notions
|
|
of being something that she wasn't. But when Warren picked her up so
|
|
easily and carried her to his big bedroom, she felt positively tiny and
|
|
helpless and very, very feminine.
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|
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|
He laid her down gently on the bed, his long cock dangling between his
|
|
powerful thighs.
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|
"You're so beautiful, so lovely," he whispered, standing at the edge of
|
|
the bed, looking down at Karen's 4OD-25-37 body. "Goddamn it, Karen,
|
|
you turn me on so much!"
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|
Karen rolled onto her side, propped up on one elbow. Her massive tits
|
|
swayed, one on top of the other, the areolas still dark with lust, the
|
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nipples hard and ready for excitement.
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"Come here," the doe-eyed woman whispered, her eyes smoldering with
|
|
lust. "Give me your cock. I want you to feed it to me."
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|
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|
Karen purred softly. She watched as Warren raised his cock, holding it
|
|
lightly in his finger-tips, bringing the massive prick up so the head
|
|
was near her mouth.
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"You know, you've fucked me so wonderfully and yet I've never tasted
|
|
your cock," Karen whispered.
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|
"Then taste it now."
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|
Karen kissed the cockhead, pretending to be rather nonchalant about the
|
|
whole thing. In truth, the moment her lips touched Warren's cock, she
|
|
could feel the acceleration of her heart and a warming in her pussy
|
|
that told her she was getting excited once again.
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"Mmmmmm!" she purred, smacking her lips loudly on the pricktip for
|
|
Warren's benefit.
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|
Inhaling, she caught the deliciously masculine aroma of Warren's cock
|
|
and balls and the musky, feminine smell of her own pussyjuice. Karen
|
|
enjoyed the fragrance. It made her cunt hotter still.
|
|
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|
With Warren holding his soft cock, Karen opened her lips and allowed
|
|
her tongue to graze over the pricktip. The taste of his cock was as
|
|
delightful and erotic to her as she had hoped it would be. Moaning
|
|
softly, she licked around the cockhead, feeling it twitching softly as
|
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it stretched out slowly.
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She curled her tongue around the cockhead, enjoying its manly taste.
|
|
Her pink, moist lips sort of sipped at the very tip of Warren's prick.
|
|
Holding little more than half of the cockhead between her lips, Karen
|
|
used her tongue on Warren's pisshole and felt the bulbous head of his
|
|
prick throbbing more powerfully in her mouth.
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"Mmmmmm!" she moaned.
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|
|
She could taste her own pussyjuice on the cockhead, and Karen wondered
|
|
what it would be like to have her tongue pushing into a cunt, lapping
|
|
up the girl-cum straight from the source.
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|
Silly thought! she chided herself in her mind. Why think about eating
|
|
pussy when you've got a cock in your mouth?
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|
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|
The cock was harder now and Karen allowed the ridge of the cockhead to
|
|
slip between her lips, pushing deeper into her gorgeous, rather
|
|
sophisticated-looking face. As she caved her cheeks in around the
|
|
pricktip, sucking on the burgeoning cock, she was happy that she'd
|
|
pinned her hair loosely up. With her hair up Warren had an unimpeded
|
|
view of the blow-job that she was giving him.
|
|
|
|
"Ohhhhhh! Use your tongue on it," Warren sighed, putting his hands on
|
|
his hips as he watched his long, fiery prick pushing deeper into the
|
|
big-titted brunette's hot, moist, hungrily sucking mouth.
|
|
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|
Karen could feel Warren's eyes on her as she took more of his
|
|
delicious, meaty prick into her mouth. She sucked the cock in until his
|
|
pricktip was pushing against the back of her mouth and she could take
|
|
no more of his succulent meat into her moist, hot mouth.
|
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|
|
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned soulfully, rotating her face around the cock,
|
|
kneading the shaft with her lips while the cockhead rubbed against her
|
|
tonsils.
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|
Karen used her tongue on the shaft, curling it around the growing,
|
|
pulsing meat. Between her cuntlips, she could feel her clit getting
|
|
erect, just like the cock in her mouth was. Hot, oily pussyjuice
|
|
lubricated her cuntlips, surprising Karen at how rapidly she was ready
|
|
to take the mayor's awesome prick into her pussy again.
|
|
|
|
"That's it! Ohhhhh! You really know how to suck cock, Karen!"
|
|
|
|
She trembled at the compliment. Pulling her head back until the rim of
|
|
Warren's pricktip slipped out between her tight pink lips, Karen
|
|
flicked her tongue against the piss-hole and sighed when she tasted a
|
|
salty drop of pre-cum.
|
|
|
|
The cock flexed a little and once again reached its full, jaw-
|
|
stretching size.
|
|
|
|
Karen bobbed over the cock, her 4OD-cup tits shaking from her chest,
|
|
the nipples hard and excited as she bubbled sensually on the prick that
|
|
filled her luscious mouth and distorted her lovely facial features.
|
|
|
|
Warren pumped his hips slowly, working the end of his gigantic prick in
|
|
and out of the brunette's tight, pink, soft lips. He shivered, his
|
|
balls swinging between his thighs, as he felt her tongue grazing over
|
|
his cockhead. From the glazed look in her eyes when she looked up at
|
|
him, her lips ovalled around his prick, Warren could tell that this was
|
|
a woman who really enjoyed giving blow-jobs.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmmmm!" Karen slurped.
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|
|
|
As she sucked on the cock that pushed into her mouth, Karen used her
|
|
left hand to fondle her cuntlips. She spread her full, muscular thighs
|
|
a little, giving herself easier access to her juicy cunt.
|
|
|
|
"Yessss!" Warren groaned softly, seeing what Karen was doing to
|
|
herself. "Spread your legs, baby, and let me watch you finger-fucking
|
|
yourself! I love watching you when you finger your beautiful, bushy
|
|
cunt!"
|
|
|
|
Karen put her left foot near her right knee, turning just a little so
|
|
that she was certain Warren could see the pink lips of her cunt as she
|
|
sucked on his prick.
|
|
|
|
Touching her cuntlips with her fingers, she manipulated her clit until
|
|
it was hard, erect and visible at the top of her pussy. She rubbed her
|
|
clit until the tip of her middle finger was wet with pussyjuice. Then,
|
|
slowly, careful that she wouldn't hurt herself with her long
|
|
fingernails, she slipped the finger between her cuntlips.
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Moaning softly, twirling her tongue around Warren's cockhead, Karen
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shivered as she pushed the finger into her pussy until the heel of her
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palm was pressed against her cuntlips.
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"Mmmmmmmft!" she slurped, sucking more hungrily on the mayor's red-hot
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prick.
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Warren's eyes danced over Karen's body. Everything he saw excited him.
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From her strong legs sheathed in black silk to the big tits that
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trembled and shook to her beautiful face that bobbed over his throbbing
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cock.
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Though she was beautiful from head to foot, it was Karen's tits that
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held his eyes like a magnet. He'd never seen such big, fuckable tits in
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all his life.
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"Wait a second," he mumbled, touching Karen's hollowed cheek with his
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fingertips. "There's something I want to do."
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Karen whipped her lips off his cockhead and looked up at him.
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"What? I'll do anything you want! Should I stop playing with my pussy?"
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"No, don't stop doing that. That's beautiful. I just want to feel your
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tits around my cock."
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It was a dream come true for Karen. Her big, milky, lusty tits were
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going to be treated to Warren's massive cock. She had been fascinated
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with her own tits since she realized that they were so much bigger and
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more beautiful than anyone else's. And now, joyously, she was about to
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have her tits fucked by the handsome Warren Collins.
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Karen rolled onto her back, grabbing her tits from the outside and
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pushing them together. Her mountainous tits swelled out as she forced
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them together, giant creamy melons of succulent, feminine tit flesh
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that practically begged to be fucked.
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"No, you finger-fuck yourself," Warren said, getting up on the bed.
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"I'll hold your tits. Just worry about your own pleasure."
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"How could I not feel pleasure with your cock touching me?" Karen
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asked.
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She put both hands between her thighs and fucked two fingers deep into
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her pussy as Warren straddled her body, his knees on the outsides of
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her arms, his gigantic prick resting in the valley of her tits. When he
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grabbed them, Karen shivered as she watched her tits surround his
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colossal cock. The heat of his prick seeped through her tits, making
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the fire of her cock-hungry lust burn brighter, hotter.
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The hot-blooded woman stared at her cock. She could feel the massive
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shaft pulsing between her tits as the pricktip flexed with lust.
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"Titty-fuck me, darling," Karen purred, kissing Warren's cockhead.
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"Titty-fuck me while I finger-fuck myself."
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A low growl of ecstasy came from Warren's throat as he pushed his hips
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forward. His balls rubbed against Karen's warm body, his prick sliding
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through the tight valley of her tits. He squeezed her tits in his
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hands, gripping them firmly, watching the way her nipples became larger
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because of the pressure he was putting on her tits.
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"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, flicking her tongue out to graze it against the
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clefted bottom of Warren's cockhead when it pushed near her face. "You
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can cum on my face if you want to. I don't mind."
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Warren shook his head slow, an expression of wild passion on his face.
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"Let me cum on your tits. I want to see my cum on your big, womanly
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tits!"
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Karen closed her eyes, thrusting two fingers into the seething hole of
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her cunt. She would, she realized, greedily and hungrily accept
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anything that Warren wanted to do to her. Even if he wanted to ram that
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gargantuan cock of his up her asshole, she would gladly spread her
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asscheeks for him. Nothing he could do would displease her. If she was
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hurt by his incredible cock, then it was a least his cock that was
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doing the hurting. His cock, which had brought such spine-tingling
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satisfaction, could never be evil to her.
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"Fuck my tits," Karen purred, trembling on the bed as Warren's hips
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rocked back and forth, driving his prick through the succulent cleavage
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of her tits.
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Occasionally Karen raised her head and licked Warren's cockhead when he
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pushed it at her face, but this had no apparent effect on him so she
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stopped doing it. Warren seemed totally and completely enraptured by
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fucking her tits. It was almost as though Karen wasn't even there, only
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her tits were, but this didn't bother her. As long as there was
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something about herself that turned him on, Karen was pleased.
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She fingered her pussy, driving two stiff fingers of her right hand
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between her cuntlips. As she finger-fucked her hot, turgid pussy, she
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rubbed her clit with her thumb, working over the fiery nubbin of
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tingling, raw flesh to send jolting waves of pure ecstasy rippling
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through her curvaceous body.
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"Ohhhhh! Awwwwww!" Karen moaned, feeling the throbbing of her lover's
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cock against the inside of her tits.
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Warren squeezed Karen's tits tighter around his prick. He jerked his
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hips back and forth, rubbing his balls harder against her luscious body
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than he had done before. When he pushed his prick a little further than
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normal, the head of his cock nudged against Karen's chin. She, however,
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seemed oblivious to this, lost in the world of lust that finger-fucking
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herself had carried her to.
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"Ohhhhh!" Warren sighed.
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He had fucked a few women's tits before, but never before had Warren
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Collins found a woman with tits the size and shape of Karen's. They
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were absolutely perfect for this.
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He watched her nipples pulsing, the areolas a dark chocolate-brown in
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color. His fingers burrowed deeper into Karen's tits, pressing so hard
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that his knuckles were turning white. He felt certain that he must be
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hurting her, but nothing she did indicated that she was even aware of
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the pain that her abused tits must surely be feeling.
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Karen rolled her head from side to side on the bed. Her hair, once
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delicately pinned up, was now loose and disheveled, falling over her
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cheeks, sometimes clinging to her moist, parted lips. Her hand was a
|
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blur between her legs as she finger-fucked herself furiously, driving
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two hard fingers into her cunt until her palm literally smashed against
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her clit.
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She jammed her fingers between her pink cuntlips, spreading them wide.
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Then, rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand, Karen felt her
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pussyjuice spewing out of her cunt.
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"Fuck my titsssssss!" she screamed.
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Her feet twitched and bounced on the bed. Karen worked the fingers back
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and forth between her cuntlips, never allowing her palm to break
|
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contact with her clit.
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The ecstasy of cumming that Warren could see on Karen's face was more
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|
than he could take. He shoved his prick through the succulent valley of
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her tits and squirted out a thick, gooey stream of cum.
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The super-heated cum splashed against the underside of Karen's chin.
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She felt the hot cum hitting her flesh and a fresh burst of girl-cum
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streamed out of her pussy. The cum trickled down, pooling in the hollow
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of her neck.
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Warren pulled back so that his pricktip was trapped between Karen's
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tits and another blast of cum shot through the long tube of his prick.
|
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This time the cum blasted between Karen's tits, clinging to her hot,
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tumid tit flesh.
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More sticky, thick cum shot from Warren's balls, squirting onto Karen's
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neck and tits. At last the gushing torrent of cum slowed and Warren
|
|
released Karen's tits. He leaned back, his cock still hard.
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"L-Let me ... taste your ... cum," Karen whispered, feeling completely
|
|
exhausted.
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Warren pushed his cum-smeared cockhead between her lips and Karen
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moaned her satisfaction, curling her tongue around the delicious-
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tasting pricktip.
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They fell asleep shortly thereafter, a happy, contented smile on
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Karen's face.
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Chapter 11
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"Stop it now," Karen chided, slipping her arms into her blouse. "I've
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got to button my blouse."
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"Why?" Warren asked, sucking her nipple into his mouth again.
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Karen sighed, shivering a little as she felt his tongue working over
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her tingling nipple. Damn, he turned her on so much!
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She was already completely dressed. Everything was in place except the
|
|
fronts of her blouse. It looked like they might be a little difficult
|
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to button up.
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"Come on now, Warren. I've got to get my husband out of jail. I
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|
shouldn't have stayed here the whole night as it is. Someone might have
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|
seen my car outside."
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Warren put his face between her tits, then pressed her tits together
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against his cheeks. She giggled and he smiled, enjoying the fragrance
|
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of her flesh and the perfume she'd just applied between her tits after
|
|
her shower.
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Karen grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head away from her tits.
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She quickly buttoned up her blouse.
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"Good-bye, darling," she purred, kissing his mouth lightly. "I'll be
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seeing you again - soon."
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Before he had a chance to protest further, Karen was out the door of
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his home. As she walked to her car, she could feel her nipples rubbing
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against the inside of her blouse as her tits bounced freely,
|
|
unconfined.
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Karen thought about her daughter. Barbara was a lot more worldly wise
|
|
than Karen had ever given her credit for.
|
|
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|
Another thought came to mind, making Karen smile to herself. Only a
|
|
couple hours earlier she had felt terribly uncomfortably about being
|
|
dressed as she was in the see-through blouse, with no bra or panties.
|
|
But now all she felt was sexy and daring, and she liked the feelings.
|
|
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|
She started the engine, hoping Barbara had had some luck in getting the
|
|
bank president, Mr. Jones, to come up with a cashier's check for Joe's
|
|
bail money.
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* * *
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Barbara blinked her eyes. It took a moment before she realized that she
|
|
was in jail!
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|
She kicked her feet over the edge of the cot and sat upright. She
|
|
looked at her naked pussy, then remembered that her leather miniskirt
|
|
had been left in the alley where Deputy Phelps butt-fucked her. Her
|
|
mesh stockings were at the end of the cot, her shoes on the floor. At
|
|
least her leather coat was buttoned up to hide her tits.
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|
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|
"Good morning," Joe said, turning over. He was on the cot opposite
|
|
Barbara's. "How did you sleep?"
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"Pretty good, under the circumstances."
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|
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Barbara folded her hands between her legs, feeling the need to hide her
|
|
pussy even though she knew her father had probably spent half the night
|
|
staring at it.
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|
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|
"Ol' Zachery was sure pissed off when they threw him out at the same
|
|
time they brought you in here."
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|
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|
Joe made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at his
|
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daughter's beautiful legs.
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|
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|
"I think he would have done something the moment I fell asleep if the
|
|
deputy and sheriff would have let him stay."
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|
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Barbara took her hands away from her pussy, figuring she had nothing to
|
|
hide from her father anyway.
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|
|
|
"With any luck at all Karen will come with all we need to get out of
|
|
here."
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|
|
|
Barbara took her stockings and rolled them up her legs slowly,
|
|
teasingly, feeling her father's hungry, lusty gaze on her. It excited
|
|
her to know that he wanted to fuck her.
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|
|
|
She took her time smoothing the stocking top around her thigh. When she
|
|
put her shoes on and buckled them, Barbara made sure that she always
|
|
stayed in a position so that Joe could see her pussy.
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|
|
|
When Barbara looked up, she saw the lump of hard cock that was trapped
|
|
inside her father's pants. She wondered for a moment why she hadn't
|
|
fucked him the night before, cursing herself for missing the
|
|
opportunity to take his cock into her cunt.
|
|
|
|
Something in Barbara's subconscious said it would be a real turn-on to
|
|
give a deep-throat blow-job to her own father. She wondered what his
|
|
cum would taste like gushing over her tongue, filling her mouth as she
|
|
gulped it down thirstily.
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|
|
|
She was just about to get off the cot when the outer door of the jail
|
|
opened and Sheriff Carlisle, Deputy Phelps and Karen stepped in.
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|
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|
"Come on, Joe, let's get you home," Karen said.
|
|
|
|
Then she saw Barbara and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes went down
|
|
to Barbara's naked cunt bush and her pink pussylips.
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|
|
|
"Barbara! What happened!"
|
|
|
|
"Just about everything. But I enjoyed it all!"
|
|
|
|
It was all set for his release. Mayor Warren Collins had vouched for
|
|
Joe so that he could be released from jail Sunday morning and Mr.
|
|
Jones, the bank president, had come by at four a.m. with a cashier's
|
|
check for the bail money.
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|
|
|
"How the hell you ladies managed it I'll never know," Sheriff Carlisle
|
|
said, hooking his thumbs into his gun belt. "But you did, so we've got
|
|
to let you go ... after."
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|
|
|
Karen knew what that tone of voice meant. She turned to the sheriff.
|
|
|
|
"After what?" she asked.
|
|
|
|
"After you and Barbara there prove what model citizens you are. You
|
|
know, ain't nothin' here says anything about having Barbara released.
|
|
It only says we got to let go of Joe. That's it."
|
|
|
|
Barbara had gotten herself horny thinking about fucking her own father,
|
|
so she was ready for a little excitement. Holding onto the cell bars,
|
|
pressing her face between the iron, she looked at her mother.
|
|
|
|
"They want us. What difference does it make? If it'll get me out of
|
|
here, what choice do we have?"
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|
|
|
"But in front of your father?" Karen looked at Joe.
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|
|
|
Then the memory of him getting drunk and having some bitch sucking on
|
|
his prick came to her, and she decided it would be perfect retribution
|
|
if he had to watch her getting fucked by the deputy or sheriff.
|
|
|
|
Deputy Phelps opened the jail cell and Barbara stepped out. The moment
|
|
she was out of the cell, Deputy Phelps closed and locked the door
|
|
again. Joe glared at the deputy, who just gave a sarcastic smile in
|
|
return.
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|
|
|
"Don't be afraid, Mother," Barbara said. "The sheriff and deputy just
|
|
want to get their rocks off and they want us to do it in front of
|
|
daddy. That's all there is to it. It doesn't really have to mean
|
|
anything."
|
|
|
|
Barbara looked at the sheriff and sensed instinctively what he wanted.
|
|
She stepped closer to Karen and put her hands on her mother's
|
|
shoulders.
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|
|
|
"They want a show, so let's give them one." Barbara leaned forward,
|
|
getting up on her tip-toes to kiss her mother's mouth softly. "Who
|
|
knows? Maybe we'll even enjoy ourselves."
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|
|
|
Barbara could tell that Karen wasn't into what was happening. But she
|
|
also knew that there was a fire in her own cunt that was burning hotter
|
|
and hotter and wouldn't be quenched until her clit exploded and her
|
|
hot, slick girl-cum spewed out.
|
|
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|
Running the tip of her tongue over Karen's lips, Barbara felt her
|
|
mother's huge tits pressing lightly against her own. Even through the
|
|
leather jacket she had on, the contact was electrifying for her. Her
|
|
nipples grew hard instantly and the jacket pressed against the fiery
|
|
nipples made them itch hungrily for attention.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmm!" Barbara purred, flicking her tongue between Karen's lips, the
|
|
tip of her tongue touching her mother's briefly.
|
|
|
|
Though she had done many crazy and sexy things in her life, Barbara
|
|
couldn't believe how this particular situation was turning her on. She
|
|
was going to make it with her own mother while the deputy, sheriff and
|
|
her father all watched.
|
|
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|
What more could an exhibitionist with a strong incestuous streak in her
|
|
ask for? thought Barbara.
|
|
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|
Her hands were trembling badly as she unbuttoned Karen's blouse. The
|
|
moment the huge mounds of Karen's tits burst into view, Barbara dipped
|
|
her face down and captured one nipple.
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|
|
|
She'd never tasted anything quite so delicious as her own mother's
|
|
nipple. Barbara opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, sinking
|
|
her teeth lightly into the tit flesh, lashing at the hard nipple with
|
|
her tongue.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmmmm!" Barbara moaned again, this time out of pure, raw, unbridled
|
|
passion.
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|
|
|
Barbara realized that Karen wouldn't initiate anything, so as she
|
|
sucked on the big, lusty nipples she wrapped her arms around Karen and
|
|
pulled the zipper to her long white skirt down. A moment later the
|
|
skirt fell around Karen's ankles and Barbara's hands forced her thighs
|
|
apart so she could get to that bushy, tasty pussy. She soon felt her
|
|
own mother's pussyjuice on her fingertips.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmmm!" Barbara moaned soulfully, sucking hungrily on one nipple as
|
|
she played her fingertips over Karen's cuntlips and clit.
|
|
|
|
Karen rolled her head back on her shoulders and sighed, not really
|
|
wanting to believe what was happening to her, not wanting to admit that
|
|
she was getting hot and wet and ready for action. Barbara's hot mouth
|
|
was working over her nipples, biting and sucking on them, and the
|
|
fingers playing with her pussy were doing it so gently and so expertly
|
|
that Karen was convinced Barbara had been making it with women for a
|
|
long, long time.
|
|
|
|
"Ohhhhhh! Please stop!"
|
|
|
|
But Barbara knew her mother didn't want her to stop. The heat and
|
|
moisture on her finger-tips from Karen's pussy told her that much.
|
|
|
|
Boldly the teenager thrust a finger between Karen's cuntlips. Her
|
|
finger pushed into Karen's cunt easily. The cuntlips were slippery with
|
|
pussyjuice.
|
|
|
|
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Karen sighed as her clit turned red-hot.
|
|
|
|
Barbara nibbled on her mother's left nipple. With her right hand she
|
|
eased her finger in and out of the hot pussy. Her left hand trailed up
|
|
and down Karen's thighs, feeling the silk stockings against her palm
|
|
and sensitive fingertips. She thirsted for the taste of her own
|
|
mother's pussyjuice, wanted to feel Karen's cuntlips tightening around
|
|
her own invading, probing tongue.
|
|
|
|
The teenager kissed Karen's sucked-in stomach, intent of burrowing her
|
|
tongue deep into the hot, juicy pussy that she hungered for.
|
|
|
|
"Over here," Sheriff Carlisle said in that gravel-voiced, commanding
|
|
tone of his. "This ain't a party for yourselves, you know!"
|
|
|
|
Barbara's head was spinning with lust. She didn't really know what had
|
|
happened. All those eyes on her as she sucked on her mother's tits and
|
|
fingered her seething pussy had fired up her own lust so strongly that
|
|
she was tingling from head to foot.
|
|
|
|
The rickety wooden table was pulled close to the cell so that Joe could
|
|
have a front row seat on the action that was about to take place.
|
|
|
|
"What are you?"
|
|
|
|
The words came from Karen as though she was in a trance. She didn't
|
|
fight against the men as she was turned away from the table, then
|
|
pushed backward over it.
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|
|
|
The table wasn't very large. Karen could feel the sharp edges of the
|
|
table against her thighs just above the tops of her black silk
|
|
stockings and against her shoulders. Her high-heeled shoes dangled
|
|
several inches above the floor. Her head hung down on the other side of
|
|
the table, her lips parted slightly from the position she was in. Her
|
|
big tits spread slightly, the nipples hard and moist from her
|
|
daughter's mouth.
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|
|
|
"Go on, Barbara," Sheriff Carlisle said, pushing the girl between
|
|
Karen's spread thighs. "You know what to do."
|
|
|
|
Barbara started to get to her knees, but the sheriff slipped his hand
|
|
between her legs, grabbing her by the pussy, keeping her in a standing
|
|
position. She put her hands on her mother's thighs and looked at the
|
|
bushy cunt and pink pussylips for a moment, feeling the sheriff's
|
|
fingers working over her own cuntlips and clit.
|
|
|
|
This is going to be fan-fucking-tastic! the girl thought.
|
|
|
|
Karen moaned softly as she looked at the world upside-down. She saw
|
|
Deputy Phelps's crotch and shivered on the table as he slowly, almost
|
|
tauntingly, unzipped his pants and brought his cock and balls out of
|
|
the fly of his trousers.
|
|
|
|
"Suck me, Karen," the deputy whispered.
|
|
|
|
Karen didn't say anything, but she was as hungry for the deputy's cock
|
|
as he was for her to suck on it. He brought the fleshy, conical head of
|
|
his prick to her mouth and she opened her lips in invitation, not even
|
|
making any pretense of not liking to give blow-jobs.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmmm!" the big-titted mother purred as her lips wrapped around the
|
|
fat, meaty cockhead.
|
|
|
|
Barbara used her thumbs to pry her mother's cuntlips apart just a
|
|
little. A finger was pushed into her pussy and she groaned her
|
|
pleasure, then stuck her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could
|
|
and tasted her mother's cuntlips.
|
|
|
|
After the first taste of pussyjuice from a cunt instead of on a cock
|
|
after it had fucked her, Barbara was addicted. She groaned softly, her
|
|
firm tits jiggling inside her leather jacket, and threw her face
|
|
between Karen's thighs. Stiffening her tongue, she thrust it between
|
|
the tight, juicy pink cuntlips, fucking her tongue as far into her
|
|
mother's hot, wet pussy as she could.
|
|
|
|
Standing with his face pressed between the bars, Joe couldn't believe
|
|
what he was seeing. He groaned softly and took his cock out, not taking
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his eyes off the action taking place just a few feet away from him.
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"Unbelievable," he whispered, beginning to stroke his cock.
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Karen was on the table, her legs dangling over one side, her head over
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the other. Deputy Phelps was standing near her face, pushing his prick
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back and forth between her lips, driving his cock deep into her hot
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mouth. On the other side of the table, Barbara was bent over at the
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waist, licking Karen's cunt, naked from the waist down except for the
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thigh-high black mesh stockings. Behind Barbara, Sheriff Carlisle was
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rubbing the head of his prick back and forth over her cuntlips and
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through the crevice of her firm, satiny smooth asscheeks.
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Curling her tongue inside Karen's cunt, Barbara licked at the delicious
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pussyjuice. As she tongued the pink, juicy cuntlips, she could feel the
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head of the sheriff's prick gliding threateningly against her cuntlips.
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She wondered if he would fuck her pussy or her asshole, but didn't
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really care which one he fucked. She was so horny that even her asshole
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would enjoy the colossal prick into it.
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Barbara fucked her tongue into Karen's cunt. She pushed one finger
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between her mother's cuntlips to get it slick with pussyjuice, then
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started finger-fucking Karen's asshole. Behind her, Barbara felt the
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blunt, throbbing head of the sheriff's cock pushing her own cuntlips
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apart as he started to fuck her seething pussy.
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"Ohhhhh! I love a tight cunt," the sheriff groaned, watching his
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cockhead sinking into the girl's pussy. He shoved the pricktip deeper
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into her pussy, pulled back, then bore into her again, this time
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plowing almost all of his huge prick into Barbara's superheated cunt.
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Barbara shivered, fucking her tongue into her mother's hot cunt as the
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sheriff bored into her, driving the entire length of his monstrous
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prick into her pussy. The incredibly thick shaft of his cock forced her
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cuntlips wide apart, giving the teenager a delicious sensation of being
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completely filled with cockmeat as she tongue-fucked her mother.
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Karen was oblivious to the discomfort she felt at having the table
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biting into the flesh of her thighs and shoulders as her body was being
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worked over. Her legs twitched as she shivered on the table, her clit
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getting hotter by the second from Barbara's expert tongue and
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tantalizing lips.
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"Suck me," the deputy whispered, grabbing onto Karen's big, jiggling
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tits and pinching them.
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Karen wasn't actually giving a blow-job. With her head hanging over the
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edge of the table, all she could do was avail her hot, sucking mouth to
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the deputy as he pushed and pulled his cockhead in and out of her
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mouth.
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She swirled her tongue around his pricktip, shivering with delight at
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the taste of his hard, strong prick. The cockhead pushed against the
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back of her mouth, and for a second Karen thought that the deputy would
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choke her with his prick. But then, just when Karen was certain she
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would choke, he pulled back and let her tongue his cockhead.
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"Mmmmmmm!" Karen moaned, feeling her husband's eyes on her as she
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mouthed and sucked on the big prick that sprouted from the deputy's
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waist.
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His hands were driving her wild with lust, pinching and twisting her
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nipples to send hot tingles throughout her body as she got face-fucked.
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Between her legs, Karen could feel her daughter's tongue fucking deep
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into her pussy, spreading her cuntlips apart to lap at the girl-cum
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that oozed freely from her pussy.
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Barbara rocked to and fro, trying to concentrate on licking her
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mother's pussy and ignore the big, throbbing cock that rolled to and
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fro between her cuntlips, sinking deep into her hot pussy. But she
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couldn't. Her clit was tingling madly, getting hotter by the second as
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the sheriff's enormous prick lanced full-length into her pussy.
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"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, dragging her tongue through the tight crevice
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of her mother's cuntlips until she reached the pink, erect, throbbing
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clit at the top of her mother's pussy.
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Barbara whipped the clit with her tongue and then was shocked when a
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spurt of girl-cum gushed out of Karen's pussy. The slick, oily, clear
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pussyjuice washed over Barbara's lips and cheeks. She threw her face
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forward, fucking her tongue as deeply into Karen's overheated pussy as
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she possibly could, shivering as pussyjuice splashed into her mouth and
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over her cheeks and chin. Slick drops of girl-cum dripped off the
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teenager's chin onto the concrete floor as she shivered, trying to
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savor the delicious girl-cum as much as possible.
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Behind her, the sheriff was pumping his hips faster and harder, sinking
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his prick into Barbara's pussy until his balls slapped against her
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quivering thighs. He groaned and looked at Joe, a twisted smile curling
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up his lips.
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"Watch me fuck your daughter," the sheriff said softly.
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Joe pounded his prick furiously as he watched the action. It was the
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most erotic thing he'd ever gone through and the strangest thing of all
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was that nobody was doing anything to him and he still didn't care.
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The deputy and the sheriff both unloaded. Thick, spurting jets of cum
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raced through the tube of his prick as Sheriff Carlisle uncorked his
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prick from Barbara's pussy and rubbed it between her asscheeks.
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"Awwwwww!" the sheriff groaned as his balls exploded.
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Joe watched as thick, white spurts of cum jetted out of the sheriff's
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cockhead, sailing through the air to land heavily on Barbara's black
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leather jacket. Looking at Barbara's face, Joe saw his wife's
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pussyjuice all over her cheeks and lips.
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A moment later Deputy Phelps pulled his prick out of Karen's mouth and
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started whacking on it. Karen kept her mouth open, her eyes closed, as
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the deputy's thick, sticky white cum shot on her face. Cum hit her lips
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and cheeks and chin. More spurts of cum hit her nose and neck. Some cum
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hit her on the forehead and stuck in her dark hair.
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And when it was all over, Karen sat upright on the table and then
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walked slowly over to Joe, her big tits jiggling as she walked.
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"Look, Joe," Karen whispered, looking straight into her husband's eyes.
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She had cum clinging from her eyelashes to her cheekbone. It was
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strange and exciting for Karen to look at her husband's through another
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man's cum.
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"See what he did to me? Do you want to do it, too?"
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"Yes," Joe said, pounding faster on his cock.
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Karen sank to her knees in front of her husband's cock. A moment later
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Barbara was beside her. Karen put her arm around Barbara's shoulder,
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pulling her daughter in close. They pressed their cheeks together, both
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staring at Joe's cockhead.
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"Fuck!" Joe hissed as he came.
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He watched his thick, hot cum splatter over his wife's and daughter's
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face. And when it was over, Karen and Barbara kissed each other
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lovingly.
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"Come on, Joe, it's time to go home," Karen said as she slipped her
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skirt around her hips. "And don't think I've forgiven you for what
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you've done. From now on you're going to have to keep Barbara and me
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very, very happy and well fucked - or I'll throw your ass out the
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door!"
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As they left the jail, Barbara shivered with anticipation, already
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wondering what it would be like to take her father's cock into her
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pussy until she came.
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The End
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