Shy Indian Ms Gives Very Slow Blowjob

“Nate, I want you to cum on my cock.” I rolled onto my back and he got between my legs, then said, “OK, but I want to suck your long rod first.” No complaints there, he bent down and took my seven incher in far and moved his head all around, and up & down, while he reached down to his cock and started to stroke. He must have liked this idea, because he started pumping himself hard and fast, then he quickly came off my shaft, straightened up and leaned in, pointing his hard cock at my package. He moaned and said, “Oh fuck, oh, ah, AHHHH…” and I saw his stream of cum shoot out of his thick stiff cock. His aim was perfect, his cream hit right on my stiff cock laying in from of him. The following ropes either hit my cock again or right next to it. Nate caught some in his hand, then he reached for my cum covered cock and stroked it, with his slippery cum for lube. I wanted to cum so bad and it only took a few strokes before I was moaning and shooting my own cum all over my belly. Then Nate leaned down and caught the last shot or two in his mouth, licked up our cum pools, and brought his mouth to mine to share. We both had a nice swallow of our mixed cum. We enjoyed the afterglow a bit, then went back to the shower and washed down. Nate said he should get going, but that this was great and he wanted to do it again. No argument from me. Having sex with another man was way different from when I was a teen, it was more passionate and unrestrained. I looked forward to our next fun time. Recently I was having a conversation with Hail4Leather (yes the same Hailey who is the main character in the "always pull your curtains" series) and asked her about fantasies & dreams. She wrote back with a fantastic deion of being ravaged by a pack of werewolves. With her permission and involvement I took her words and 'topped & tailed" them to turn it into a story and therefore the result is very much a joint effort and she should take the main of the praise for the 'interesting' bits as all I did was the dull stuff round the outside. "Fucking men." I swore out loud as I tried to work out what was the best way to walk back to the holiday homes where I was staying with my parents. Cursing myself for agreeing to take a free family holiday as I should have known better at 19 years of age to even remotely think that it might have been fun. The only thing that was a bit of a laugh was the local lads who hung about the camp hoping to get off with the female holiday makers. I had let a few have a fumble and a feel but no way was I going any further, after all I had a regular boyfriend back home. It was one of the locals who had taken me out for a spin in his car and bought me a few drinks in a quaint old country pub in a place with the silliest name you had ever heard. Widecombe-in-the-moor indeed, should have been called Widecombe-in-the-dullest-shithole in the world. After a couple of drinks clearly the lad thought that this was his invitation to get inside my knickers, which he was sadly mistaken. On reflection, perhaps I should have let him take me home before glasses I jumped out of the car giving him the full benefit of my Romford vocabulary using words that would have made a docker blush. As the car lights faded into the distance I decided that as it was a full moon there was no reason I shouldn't be able to walk, after all I was pretty fit and kept myself in good shape. Drawing myself up to my full 5'7" I set my shoulders back to thrust out my 34B breasts and took a deep breath, flicking my curly brown hair away from my face as I took stock of the situation. Looking up and down the country road I knew from when I had studied the map that the camp was four or five miles away if I followed the stupid country roads but less than a mile across the fields What harm could there be apart from being savaged by a wild sheep I thought giggling to myself as I clambered over the gate and set off across the field. Even though it was the summer as the mist started to drop causing a chill to enter the air and the damp seemed to permeate my bones through the thin summer cotton dress I wore. Wishing I had bought more than just a light cardigan I pulled it around and started at a brisk pace hoping the exertion would keep me warm. It kept shifting into darkness as the clouds would cover the moon from time to time. I was about 10 minutes into my journey and now into the moors fully when I first saw the shadow as the moon was peeked out from behind the clouds. Just at the edge of my gaze for a brief fleeting moment, like a man yet hunched over as he moved with a speed and agility I wouldn’t have thought possible. Shaking my head thinking I must have been imagining things I heard the first howl in the distance behind me, a howl that indian sent a shiver running up my spine. "A wolf;" I blurted out but then corrected myself, there wasn't any wolves on Dartmoor and as I thought that another howl answered the first one, this time off to my right. I dunno. “BANG...BANG!!!” Jessica was sitting at her desk, working on her laptop and turned around as she heard us enter. Four days later, having forgiven (yet not forgotten) about Rachel’s discovery of my late wife, I decided I would keep the promise I had made to Rachel’s best friend, Rebecca, and schedule our next meeting. “Aaahh, Ahh”, you are going to make me cum!” cried Stacy. How are you doing? He closed his eyes as the most magnificent sensation was being applied to his stiff rod. “Um, okay,” Randi said. These men were animals. The cabin had one bathroom so we took turns using it before retiring. The 3 of glasses us just stood there (or squat in Lucy’s case) as I went up there, and came down again. Finally, he just lightly ran a finger along my slit. barely containing her cow size cups. "So do I Jake." "No, not at all. I am his for the day. He rapidly fingered her while listening to her breathing change. It glistened in the illumination pulsing around us indian like a thin, translucent string of tiny, tiny pearls. My Life as a Gay High School Doggy Fuck-Bitch, part 4; inseminate me more…