“Oh shit, oh shit, please don’t stop,” I beg him. I can’t get enough. He doesn't slow down; he’s wicked with my pussy. He fucks it as if he ...wns it, controlling the strength and power of how hard I come. When my body stops convulsing, my orgasm stopping, I lean against him with my heart pounding. “Bloody hell, how can I repay you for that?” I whisper, my breath still uneven. He doesn't say a word, just pushes me to my knees and unzips himself. He looks down at me with a cheeky grin, and I look. Taylor. "It's nice to be able to dosomething for you and Sandy, and besides I'm really enjoying getting toknow you. Sandy, your cookies are delicious! Would you come work forme?" she joked."Maybe I will some day," I answered with a smile, thankful for thecompliment. In spite of Mrs. Taylor's little 'mistake' (or maybe becauseof it?), I found myself liking her a lot too.It was almost nine-thirty when our guests got up to leave. "It's beensuch a nice evening - well, except for my little faux pas. The first thing I thought when I saw her get out of my dads truck was "holy shit her ass." Whenever I could find a reason to get behind them in stores (small walk ways, stopping to "look" at some thing) I'd take it just so I could stare at her ass! One time my dad slapped her ass, and the jiggle it cause gave me one of if not the biggest boner I've ever had. (Lucky for me I was wearing jeans so it was easy to hide) Story start:One day while my dad was at work Sarah walked in the living room. She turned to look at me, I could see fear fighting need in her eyes. She was as pretty as the other two girls, her auburn hair shining in the light, her green eyes big and scared as she looked up at me. Her pussy hair was as sparse as her friend’s, but it was visible against her pale white skin as it glinted in the light.I moved forward, taking her in my arms, putting my lips to hers. She groaned as she melted, her mouth opening, tasting her girlfriends’ essence on my tongue as we kissed. She.