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Subject: Fucking Diane"s Little Red Head Bitch At Lady Foot Locker
Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:46:56 -0700
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Fucking Diane real hard. At Lady Foot Locker be for the store open
that day I imagined Diane moaning and begging to be fucked like a
slut, I felt my pussy start to get wet. I worried that she would
smell my sex, and then thought, would she like the smell. My mind was
going crazy with freaky sexual thoughts about them. I closed my eyes
and just listened to his Red panties were soaked. Pussy into Diane
face, out of my mind with lust. I had a huge orgasm like that, but
didn?t come down from it much, I still needed more. I started calling
her Mark, fuckkkk Yesssssss? Diane was in fucking heaven and I was
cuming from shitting in a person mouth and all over her face. When I
came this time, I came down into her face with one hand, and finger
fucking herself with the other. Diane hips were bucking like crazy as
her fingers did there job. She actually looked at me and begged for
more. I started crying and ran to the bathroom. I lake. No one was
here this time of year so thankfully I could be alone. I started
crying again and praying to God to save me. I made a deal with God
Diane: I love you, you?re a wonderful man and the best Dad anyone
could have. Thank you for going to church with me, thank you for
talking to me and listening, and understanding. Thank you for always
saving me when I needed it. If God forgives me and I go to heaven, I
will watch over you from there, and Diane: I have always kept my
horrible secrets from you, and really don?t want you to know about
them even now. But I love you so much, and the good part of Diane My
friend you have taught me so much, and helped me so much. I am so glad
we came into each other?s lives. Don?t be down and depressed, you?re
a good person and will have a wonderful happy life, thank you for all
of your gifts, I love you my friend. Halloween party dressed as a sexy
maid. She is the center of attention until she meets the woman
dressed like Elvira the vampire. She can't help herself. She leaves
with the vampire, and then strange things happen to her. The young
man is playing the part of a vampire and the young woman a witch at
one of those haunted houses that spring up around Halloween to
traumatize and thrill the little children of America. usiness is
slow, and the boss closes early and tells the vampire and witch to
lock things up when they leave. One thing leads to another, and
pretty soon the sex gets steamy, and then she decides he wants him to
act like a real vampire. And that's only for starters! Next comes
the gratuitous sex and violence. I suppose the spanking is supposed
to be the erotic part of the story; but no own reaction was that there
was no sex at all in this story. I won't deny that some spankings can
be sensuous; but it doesn't make sense to me to believe that it's a
sexual experience every time a child gets a beating from his or Diane
parents. This child broke a rule; she experienced pain; and she
pretty much decided not to repeat the offense. If this were all there
is to sex, then it would be a lot easier to convince kids not to do it
until they grew up! The guy has died in an auto accident; but as his
spirit leaves the body, it decides to stop off and say good-bye to
Rachel, his one true love. Unfortunately, when the ghost scoots into
Rachel's window, she is making love to someone else. So he goes into
the other guy's body and has sex with Rachel, but he finds this
experience to be unsatisfactory; and so he goes back to the hospital
and enters the body of a woman who looks like Rachel and makes love to
an insipid intern. Then he goes into somebody else's body and calls
Rachel on the telephone and tells her to come on down to the hospital,
because he's dying. Diane comes, but he isn't dying after all, and
she remembers him making love to her in the other guy's body, but then
he dies. Mark pulled down the elastic of his briefs and his now rock
hard cock popped free. Never taking his eyes away from the tableau in
front of him, he began to lightly stroke his cock. Each gentle touch
send sparkling waves of delight up along it's length and throughout
the rest of his body. It took all of his willpower not to simply grab
hold of his eager cock and pump it to orgasm. He knew if he did it
would all be over in seconds. Onscreen, it was quickly obvious that
the owner of that unidentified cock was about to release his load
under the rapid ministrations of Diane's talented mouth. He could
hear the man's low voice caught on the videotape. "I'm going to
cum...." he called out. Diane's response was to push her head all the
way down and deep throat the pulsating cock. A much louder groan from
the man told Scott that he had indeed climaxed. Even if it hadn't it
was only a few seconds later that Diana slid her head upward, her lips
still tightly wrapped against his manhood. As she moved she released
her grip slightly and a large stream of sticky while cum dripped down
across her chin. Diane obvious relished the taste as she began to
eagerly lick up every drop of the precious fluid. She rubbed her
cheeks against the still hard cock, smearing them with the sticky
residue. Then, smiling for the camera, she reached out with her
tongue and licked her cheeks clean. What she couldn't reach with her
tongue she scooped up with her finger and like a childplaying with a
bowl of cake frosting, licked that clean as well. "Shit, this can't
get any better."Mark thought as she finally gave in to temptation and
closed his fingers around an aching cock. He had just begun to gently
pump it when he found that once again he was wrong. The close up of
Diane faded, this time to be replaced by a much wider shot of the
young "Fuck me, oh baby fuck me!" Diane Fitzgerald called out as she
slammed her body against her husband's cock again and again. "Fuck me
harder!" " Diane belonged to the Lady Foot Locker but she never
really got back the figure that she'd hadbefore her pregnancies.
Christine on the other hand had kept the same form she'd had since
their high school days. Mark was again worrying aboutgetting hard as
he wondered what she would look like in a video like Diane's. "They
say it'll be at least an hour beforethey can get a car over here."
Sam said as he put down the phone. "I guess that's one of the
drawbacks of living outside of town." "Then tell them to forget it."
Christine offered. "I'll drop Mark off on my way back home." "Are you
sure it wouldn't be too much trouble, Sis." Diane asked. Diane had
grown up in Summer Valley but had moved away after college, which
explained why Mark had never heard of Mrs. Fitzgerald having a sister,
much less a twin. She'd married an older man, some sort of
investmentbanker when she was 25. The marriage had gone sour and
ended in a divorce a little over a year before. After traveling
awhile, she'd decided to come back to her roots and moved back to
town. In fact, she had just closed on the old Miller place the
previous week. "The house needs some major work, but I think that's
the most interesting thing about it." Christine was saying. "I'm
looking forward to renovating it. And the best part is that old Mr.
Moneybags, my ex, is paying for it." "Wow, you must've had some
lawyer." Mark remarked. "No, not really." Christine replied. "In
fact he never even contested the settlement. he just signed it and
that was that." "I don't understand." Scott said."Well I'm not
really supposed to say
anything, that was one of the points in the settlement. But what the
hell, he's four thousand miles from here and who are you going to
tell." she laughed. Christine had his full attention, this was
interesting. "It seems that in addition to his interests in money and
old cars, my husband also had an somewhat keen interest in young men.
Not a bad interest I'll grant you, but one which his fellow business
associates really wouldn't understand. Sorather than go through a
lengthy and somewhat public divorce proceedings, I asked and he gave.
It was as simple as that." Scott had to surpress a shudder. What kind
of man would prefer a guy to the hot woman sitting beside him. Diane
kiss and leans back within my embrace. She runs both hands under my
terry cloth robe. I love it when women remember that men's chests are
sensitive too. She pulls at my nipples gently. It's breathtakingly
intimate. My right hand is busy fondling her ass. Her pants are tight
so I don't have a lot of mobility. In contrast to Diane, I am
delirious with Diane's instructions. Give me a reactive, emotive woman
every time. There is something outrageously sexy, I think, in a
partner that can tell you what she wants, how, and when she wants it.
There is nothing dominant or submissive about it. Of course the
message needs to be delivered with the right spirit. Every guy I know
says he gives instructions on blow jobs. Dianee's pussy alternately
grabbing on and letting go of my cock. In the effort to achieve
maximum penetration, I have been leaning more and more forward. Julie
has her face on her right hand on the floor with Diane hips held high
and her left hand frantically rubbing Diane clit. When I hold my
thrust at maximum penetration for a second, I can feel her vulva
shaking from her clitoral manipulation around the base of my cock and
front of my balls. We finally hit the right combination for Julie and
she hits the big O with all the intensity of a linebacker both orally
and pelvicly. I do my best to hold on as she is moving everything.
Thanks to my earlier orgasm, I feel no desperate urge to cum. I'm
almost relaxed. I'm happy. I'm pleased. Julie is cumming for me, So
much for relaxed. This woman is controlling my body. I am hammering at
her as hard and as fast as I can. It takes me all of fifteen seconds
to get to the point of orgasm. Diane's cries have climbed the scale
again and she is right there with me. "Tell me when," I say. In the
time it takes for us to complete eight or ten thrusts she says "now."
My mind splits into several levels that I recognize (on one level) is
the result of an adrenaline push. On the basement level, all I know is
bliss. I'm sure I'm flushed from head to toe. I know my cum is
pouring out. It doesn't have the rocket intensity of last time; it's
more like a lava flow - intense, hot, concentrated, fast. About
mid-level I'm aware of Diane frozen in position pushed all the way
back toward me. At a high level, I know I've just had the most
exciting sex of my life.