Then the dirty talk started. Hearing such filth coming from her mouth as I deflowered her was such a turn on and in conjunction with coping it myself ... began to feel my orgasm swelling up within me. "Fuck me you bitch, fuck me harder," Cushla bellowed in between her deep breathing "Oh god! Ram that rubber dick up my fucking shit hole!" I couldn't believe her dirty mouth, this was a girl that only an hour ago was disgusted at the very thought of taking anything up her precious exit let alone. The story may be a lil lengthy and in parts, so that one could feel actually what happened & the cause of happening. I still don’t know was it OK to do so or not but it eventually happened……. As it naturally happens. The time period goes back to more than three weeks older, Story is about a good looking lady with whom I came in touch through my beloved wife who is running a Boutique; the lady is a Widow (whose husband had expired a couple of years back in an accident) & having three kids; two. "Come on, the brush." Mysister was just as close to it but she was asking me. I did as I was toldand handed her the brush. "One, two, three..." She did that when shebrushed my hair. She counted every stroke. Sometimes forty, sometimesfifty. One night when I had thrown a particular fit about wanting my haircut, she made it to one hundred, handed me the brush, told me to thankher, and then do fifty more myself. I had learned to sit still and saynothing to keep it from getting worse. I could tell. Soon it was four fingers in her cunt, and her whole palm, wettened with her flowing cunt-juice, was rubbing her clit with increasing pace. “Oh yeah baby, jerk off that fucking clit, make that fucking cunt come. Oh yeah, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUCK!!!” She came hard, squealing and panting as her cunt spasmed and a dribble of pussy juice made a little wet patch on the bedspread.An Enlightened society, we all now know, depends upon the radical separation of these three things: “love”, child-bearing and.