My contented purr humming against your lips as I lower you back to the pillows and sit back eyes traveling down over your body to your cock standing r...gid. Candle light reflecting off the honey glistening on the raised veins and darkened head throbbing slightly with each rapid pound of your heart. My eyes alight on the feather laying next to you on the bed, switching the bottle from my left to my right I lift the feather slowly trailing it over your hip then raise it from your skin lifting it. As my orgasm subsided I collapsed back onto her, letting my full weight rest on her.She had not cum, and due to the scare of potentially being impregnated was most likely out of the mood.I didn’t really care. I had enjoyed having my first fuck with her, fucking a real cunt instead of just my hard slippery hand. I was not a nice person then, and it showed.The fact that I got better quickly when having sex with her, and from that point forward always made sure that she, and my other sex partners,. 'Take your shorts off' I ordered the other one, 'Lie on your back and hold your cock upright'. He did as I demanded, I rose and slid down his shaft, humping his cock as only a bitch in heat could.The three beers had dulled my clitoris, I had an immediate vaginal orgasm but the clitoris for me is the more powerful, so on I ploughed onto his cock. I turned and said to the boy, who had prepared me only 5 minutes ago, to get behind me and squeeze my tits as hard as he could. This was having an. But my infatuation with my mum had begun. That summer, I was in my bedroom, when I looked out the window and saw my mum and her best friend Bronwen sunbathing on the grass. Both were dolled up in little bikinis. Bronwen was plump, around her mid 40s, with a nice dark tan and dark hair like mum. But mum, in her dark red bikini, stole the show. Her tits were nearly bursting from her bikini top, and they shined with the tanning oil slathered all over them. My cock sprung to life and I stroked.