hat off to the lady. Any woman who can cut my balls off without my even noticing until it was too late, deserves accolades. At last, I had found a bitch to match the bastard in me.
Ah, but what a naive, inexperienced, self-conscious bitch she was. Nothing of the pirate about her; she did all her work in the make-believe dark of her supposed unconscious mind. I rolled off and lit a cigarette. For the first time I was able to look at her body. She was really exquisite, with an ass made to be worshipped, it was so full, so dense, so invitingly tough, made to be fucked and licked and spanked. Any woman with an ass like that couldn’t be all bad, reasoned my atavistic mind.
We rapped about nothing at all, just to fill the space until my cock got hard again and we could fuck once more. Clearly, the guru was getting a second chance. I bade my time and let the juices fill up and recharge in my balls, and only when I knew I was ready for another assault did I reach over and cup her breast. A long shudder ran through her.
She was on a heavy breast trip, and had nursed her kid for almost three years. She still had some milk left and as I went down on the luscious nipple, the warm fluid spurted into my mouth. She was moaning and kicking her legs and I put my hand down to her thighs and found that her cunt was really wet this time. Not so bad, I thought to myself, it’s just a matter of finding the right buttons to push. But then, a cry from the next room. It was her kid. Shit! What a time. I had heard that kids are jealous buggers and don’t miss a chance to fuck up the action when they can, and sure enough, in he came, no higher than my knees, rubbing his eyes, half smiling, and looking so beautiful and open that I dug him completely, no matter what he was doing to the scene.
But she put her hands on the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto her tit again. She was really hot and not about to be interrupted. One part of me went with the sex vibrations while another part kept an antenna up to see what was happening with the boy. And in a minute, the boy made the scene. He climbed up on the bed and onto Regina’s other side. “I want to suck,” he said. I lifted my head up. “It’s all right with me, kid,” I said, “there’s enough tit for both of us.” He looked perplexed and watched his mother for cues, but she was into her own trip of trying to figure “what’s right to do at such moments.” He waited another second and then with a happy sigh, snuggled up to her side and planted his mouth right on her nipple.
My mind exploded. I dove into the fleshy warm jiggling breast again, and glued my lips to her wrinkled tit. Only this time it was a different kind of sucking. I wanted milk. It was sexy but in an entirely different way. I brought the entire breast into my mouth and pulled on it for all I was worth, and to my squirming delight, mouthful after mouthful of milk spilled onto my tongue. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the face of an angelic little boy, also feeding at the fount of all goodies, momma’s tit. He looked at me and I looked at him, and we looked at each other, and then, with a long, slow, impish smile, he winked at me.
Far out! But I had a more complex trip going. because I could feel my cock beginning to sound its ancient call. “Cunt,” it cried, “Give me cunt.” And that was a ticklish question, because here we were, doing a kind of closet Botticelli, or Virgin and Child with Saint Joseph making the scene, and all of a sudden sex intrudes. Should we do it in front of the kid? All the psychoanalytic horror stories about the primal scene flooded my head, and then I saw through it at once. What trivia that all was, what garbage! Nothing but a sick scenario drawn up by a bunch of constipated hushed old men in Viennese drawing rooms. This was California and the sun was shining and we had every freedom we wanted.
With that I mounted her like a cavalry man climbing aboard his steed.
Ah, but what a naive, inexperienced, self-conscious bitch she was. Nothing of the pirate about her; she did all her work in the make-believe dark of her supposed unconscious mind. I rolled off and lit a cigarette. For the first time I was able to look at her body. She was really exquisite, with an ass made to be worshipped, it was so full, so dense, so invitingly tough, made to be fucked and licked and spanked. Any woman with an ass like that couldn’t be all bad, reasoned my atavistic mind.
We rapped about nothing at all, just to fill the space until my cock got hard again and we could fuck once more. Clearly, the guru was getting a second chance. I bade my time and let the juices fill up and recharge in my balls, and only when I knew I was ready for another assault did I reach over and cup her breast. A long shudder ran through her.
She was on a heavy breast trip, and had nursed her kid for almost three years. She still had some milk left and as I went down on the luscious nipple, the warm fluid spurted into my mouth. She was moaning and kicking her legs and I put my hand down to her thighs and found that her cunt was really wet this time. Not so bad, I thought to myself, it’s just a matter of finding the right buttons to push. But then, a cry from the next room. It was her kid. Shit! What a time. I had heard that kids are jealous buggers and don’t miss a chance to fuck up the action when they can, and sure enough, in he came, no higher than my knees, rubbing his eyes, half smiling, and looking so beautiful and open that I dug him completely, no matter what he was doing to the scene.
But she put her hands on the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto her tit again. She was really hot and not about to be interrupted. One part of me went with the sex vibrations while another part kept an antenna up to see what was happening with the boy. And in a minute, the boy made the scene. He climbed up on the bed and onto Regina’s other side. “I want to suck,” he said. I lifted my head up. “It’s all right with me, kid,” I said, “there’s enough tit for both of us.” He looked perplexed and watched his mother for cues, but she was into her own trip of trying to figure “what’s right to do at such moments.” He waited another second and then with a happy sigh, snuggled up to her side and planted his mouth right on her nipple.
My mind exploded. I dove into the fleshy warm jiggling breast again, and glued my lips to her wrinkled tit. Only this time it was a different kind of sucking. I wanted milk. It was sexy but in an entirely different way. I brought the entire breast into my mouth and pulled on it for all I was worth, and to my squirming delight, mouthful after mouthful of milk spilled onto my tongue. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the face of an angelic little boy, also feeding at the fount of all goodies, momma’s tit. He looked at me and I looked at him, and we looked at each other, and then, with a long, slow, impish smile, he winked at me.
Far out! But I had a more complex trip going. because I could feel my cock beginning to sound its ancient call. “Cunt,” it cried, “Give me cunt.” And that was a ticklish question, because here we were, doing a kind of closet Botticelli, or Virgin and Child with Saint Joseph making the scene, and all of a sudden sex intrudes. Should we do it in front of the kid? All the psychoanalytic horror stories about the primal scene flooded my head, and then I saw through it at once. What trivia that all was, what garbage! Nothing but a sick scenario drawn up by a bunch of constipated hushed old men in Viennese drawing rooms. This was California and the sun was shining and we had every freedom we wanted.
With that I mounted her like a cavalry man climbing aboard his steed.
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