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We started cuming then like we'd never cum before. Throbbing, clasping, and unclasping, even vibrating as Dirty Slut trembled all over the bed sheets convulsing in Gus's arms right along with me for what seemed like a lifetime, and I'm sure lasted close to ten actual minutes. How she managed not to pass out is beyond my comprehension, but I'm glad she didn't. Because then she wouldn't have been able to enjoy her husband's tongue cleaning me out after Gus rolled off of her to catch his breath.
Jim brought us to several climaxes with his tongue, and while very nice, they were nothing like what Gus had given us. Still it was very nice, and satisfying in that way that you get off on seeing someone else get a cream pie in the face. Jim did take sloppy fifths, but that was the next day entirely. DS refused him anything other than a hand, or blowjob the whole time Gus was in their suite, and she would only blow Jim when Gus was fucking her in the asshole instead of me. Then Gus introduced us to his twin brother who own a fishing charter boat, and all Jim got after that was a 100-pound Tuna, and the occasional hand job the rest of the honeymoon. But fear not, Jim found his own hands just as comforting during their stay in the Bahamas.
Things got back to normal (My idea of boring.) for a while once they moved into their new home, and settled down a bit. And then one day, about a month later, DS started throwing up early in the morning, and decided it was time to visit a Podiatrist. You guessed it, we were knocked up solid. Funny thing was that Jim only had one thing to say when she told him the good news.
"What color do you suppose it will be, dear?"
- COMMENTS
ehppmsabout 2 months agoI like the third person narrative, shame there isn't any further adventures DS's tattle tale pussy and what she might up too or maybe more than two who knows where it could take her.
patilliealmost 8 years agoYou hint at it here, or least lead us to believe that...but what color was the baby? When did you resume seeking out BBC? did the marriage last? Were you ever disappointed in your husband's fetish, and inability to satisfy you completely? Did he pimp you out in a fashion that made you feel more of an object of his lust than a life partner?
it is clear you are highly intelligent, so I am sure you have thought all this thru. feel free to write me.
Anonymousover 14 years agoUmmm... Why the hell would she go see a Podiatrist for her vomiting???
That was the last mistake, and the most absurd one!!!
sexysmilealmost 16 years agoVery difficult to read, both for the major mechanical problems, and the blatant inaccuracies. Urine passing through the vagina? You need to see a doctor about that.
Anonymousabout 17 years agoWhat the hell kind of college did you go to? I can't believe this one made it through editing. There were so many misspellings, grammatical errors and pointless capitalizations that it was really hard to focus on anything else. And when you were in college did you take an anatomy class? Because guess what? You don't pee out of your vagina, you urinate through your urethra, which is an entirely separate orifice. Oh, and another thing...your deduction of dimensions usually associated with fat girl pussy is way off. Actually, I usually find them to be a little more snug than the typical waifish, meatless pussy. And living next door to an asshole...Oy vey...borrowed from that horrible old joke. A little more research and care when you write would do you a world of good.
