As if he wasn’t there at all, she spoke as if it was him touching her. “That’s it Fuzz, fuck me with your cock, make me cum for you.”Still str...king his cock, which was growing harder and harder watching her, he could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. Her face looked so peaceful and tranquil as she continued to gratify herself. He dared not touch her in fear of breaking this moment of complete sexual freedom they were sharing.His cock ached in his hand and he too was concentrating on. My fingers stroking my clit in time to your movements.Begging, in a low, needy voice, “Please fuck my ass… please.”You still above me, your hand guiding your dick into position. Pressing tight against my opening. Consciously I relax, becoming liquid. Squeezing my clit harder, kneading it between my fingers, allowing the building pleasure to overcome any discomfort as your head slips in.You pause as I tense for a moment, but then resume pressing into me when I sigh. Sliding all the way into me,. Anybody who was anybody was there. As we walked in eyes turned. We stopped the boys in mid-sentence. Their jaws dropped. Immediately Jack, a football player, rushed up to me and offered me a drink. Ashley winked at me and I accepted. As I walked away with Jack Ashley became swarmed with men. We looked at each other and giggled. Jack sat me down on a couch in the living room and placed his arm around me. This shocked me for he had never made a move in school, but I didn’t say anything. I took a. She came up to me and sat on the bed, me still kneeling before her. She lifted the red high heel up to my cock, and with her other hand grasped my hard cock and began to stroke me off against her shoe. She had me place my hands on her satin black slip and massage her breasts as she jerked-off my nylon stockinged hard cock. I only lasted a few moments because of her expertise masturbation techniques before I was shooting ropes of hot cum into her black nylon stocking that was wound around my.