It was awesome feeling. He felt the warm mouth work it’s way up and down his now throbbing penis, bottoming out every time – no hands, just her w...rm, wet, mouth. She picked up the pace. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” he heard from the other side every time her lips reached his balls and his cock hit the back of her throat. This girl loved sucking cock!She throated herself on his cock for a couple minutes. Oh fuck! He was going to blow any second if she kept this up, but then she stopped … but she. Deep sobs shook her entire body, and tears rolled down her face.Part of me wanted to just rip her clothes off, but I decided to savor the moment. I held her in place for a while, grinding against her ass and rubbing her pussy through her jeans, reveling in her total helplessness. My cock was starting to hurt, though, trapped as it was in my pants, and eventually I got impatient.Still with one hand covering Heather's mouth, I began to unbutton her jeans. Suddenly she was thrashing, kicking,. She was excited by sex again for the first time in a long time.The last link up with Sandy was as good as the first. It was a hot summers afternoon and I was in the garden having a few cold beers. Suzy was working and not expected in until after 9pm. Sandy's car pulled up on their driveway. She immediately came to the fence and proclaimed her wanting for a cold beer to which I offered it up immediately. No Ted? I asked, he was away again on business overnight Sandy explained, "probably fucking. Short stories are not the vehicles for a history of time, not a life story, not a fantasy epic. The short story is a slice of life, a few centimeters from a whole ball of string.Now for those not stuck on the linear, on to my written words.The rock just barely missed the mailbox as it sailed past. Through tear blurred eyes, he suddenly dropped to his knees, then angrily reached down and grabbed another handful from the gravel drive. Picking out the biggest, he took careful aim and threw with.