One morning my penis was bursting out of my shorts. As soon as I pulled it out it took on a life of it’s own. My boner was throbbing up and down, an... back and forth all over the place. I half expected it to start speaking to me. If it could it would have said, ‘Stroke me.’ Which is exactly what I did next. With two pulls from my right hand I was witness to an eruption of volcanic proportions. If the juice had poured out any harder I would have gone airborne. I sat there stunned watching my. It makes me feel old.’ ‘What should I call you?’ ‘Slut.’ Denying further comment, Mina slipped the head of the penis into her mouth, red lips wrapped and squeezing around it. ‘Nnnn…. but isn’t it rude to call a woman a slu-‘ Mina cut the protest off as she slid her full lips further down the cock. She pulled back then, making sure to swath the dick in her spit, and took it back in her hand, stroking faster now, using her spit like lube. ‘But I am a slut. I love being a slut. It’s liberating to. Despite marrying John Derek, a man old enough to be her father, she never let an opportunity pass to indulge her sexual appetite. She would even encourage her husband, as prudish as he was, to watch her and other men or women during these sessions.Yes, she definitely loved her sex. And with her looks, she would never have any problem seducing anybody that she wished.At first her activity bothered him. But as time passed, John Derek found it quite pleasurable to watch, as his young wife would. ” He said as he traced a finger along my panty line and hooked it into the crotch, just softly enough to brush against my throbbing lips. He knew I was wet and that I wanted him. I knew I was not ready, I needed to be punished for the brazenness of being dressed in his presence. He pulled off my panties and inhaled my sex as he moved down my body; feeling his breath that close to my pussy ever fibre in my body wanted him inside me. He stood and slowly unclipped every hook on the front of my.