Boy, did I?A willing good-looking woman, and nothing could happen about pregnancy; I was more than willing. The big question was how to succeed.As we ...ried each other we talked it over, and agreed that tomorrow afternoon, she would pick me up close to my destination, and we could go back to her place for an hour or two, and then she would bring me back to the bus stop in my hometown.Then she would go to the hospital for another shift.If I liked, we could do this every second weekend for quite a. “Can I lick it?” I asked. I don't know why I asked permission, considering our summer history but asking made me feel really horny.“If you want to,” she replied. As I licked and sucked, she said, “Don’t go too fast. We’ve a lot of time.”On hearing this, I stood up and started to undress in front of her. I stood completely naked in front of my sister, my sixteen-year-old erection in hand, and very gently, slowly wanking my circumcised cock.“Are you getting in?” she asked with an inviting tone. I. The nymphomaniac inside her let it be quite clear that she wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than regular access to cock, pussy, and ass. If she could, she would be in a permanent state of sexual congress, getting fucked while she went about her everyday routines.“Feel free to fuck me in my sleep anytime you like, Ben,” Connie told me while I buried my cock deep within her luscious twat, “the same goes for Jasper, Vijay, and any other man who joins our little club. If I could, I’d be. I landed atop part of her tail with my pubic bone, causing her to squeal as part of my weight landed on the apparently very sensitive appendage. I apologized furiously, and she giggled at my obsequiousness, and patted me on the shoulder. My arms gave out and my torso fell the rest of the way, only slightly dinging my cranium on the stone. She bent over to kiss the back of my head, then walked out of the throne room, her heels clicking against the stone floor, giving a slight sigh of sexual.