Hey Kelly,
I spent most of the weekend with my daughter Amanda and her team. Attached is a
cute shot of my youngest daughter Amanda (on right) and her 13 year-old friend
Kari on Saturday. The day was sunny, warm and beautiful. What am I thinking
when I took this image? A fantasy I will include with the "after" image. It
involves Kari's mom giving me a no-hands blow job. And she's (willingly) in a
compromised position to ensure it stays no hands. Beyond mom's face I can see
Kari in the dimly lit bedroom. She is masturbating with her legs open on a love
seat. One foot is on the seat and her knee is bent up. The other leg is
stretched onto the floor. Her hand works constantly on her clit in her hairless
pussy. Mom is trying to get me off with a combination of throating and sucking
my cock while talking as nasty as she can, both about herself and her daughter.
She's motivated by the "rules" of our game that I will describe in the full
fantasy.
Dan
SCENE 1
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Kari’s cute, 13-14, small boobs still. Always gives me the "yes sir" reply from
a good polite upbringing. But, the lear showed me there's a 13 yo sexual fire
burning...
I use to masturbate about her more in the past. The "yes sir" is not erotic but
she has me fantasizing, and so it's getting nasty.
When I get the phone call, I already noticed that Kari was wearing those short
sheer pants. Look like long panties. Tight, sheer or almost so. Meant for hot
butts. A LOT of chicks on the edge of preteen-teen wear them. I was at the beach
a couple of years ago and in the evening a 13-14 yo walked by wearing one with
bikini panties underneath. Mom was walking with her. Talk about a slut
exhibition.
That's what Kari's mom has Kari teed up like but more conservative. But in the
room the masturbation thing starts. But Kari tells me before that "mom picks out
this stuff for me to wear. I'm kinda shy about it and embarrassed sometimes..."
Mom wants her 13 yo daughter to look like a slut for her. Makes her feel young.
Probably watches the public reactions of the guys. Makes her feel slutty. Mom is
cute but not thin. Big round milky white boobs. Almost always likes to show
cleavage. But not the whore dress up thing, she saves that for Kari.
I get to their room after the phone call inviting me. The mom told me over the
phone "Kari told me that she told you some personal things and that you
encouraged her to do what she and me makes us feel good. Would you like to join
us and talk some more?"
What could I say to that?
So I make it down to their room. Mom let's me in. Kari is undressed to a short
top and the boy pants with thong underneath (sheer enough to see). Usual early
teen flat tummy and "inny" belly button. My pole begins to rise. This is fuckin
porn. Mom is in shorts with usual scoop neck top and cleavage. Bra is more push
up than usual, otherwise, it's her typical "take a look" look.
Mom repeats her thanks for being kind and listening to Kari's personal thoughts
without being discouraging. I tell her that "not at all, I think it is wonderful
the relationship that she has with you. Maybe the most healthy I've heard of."
Mom blushes.
So mom tells me that she believes that the whole range of human emotion is for
parents to address with their children. I like the way this is going...
I restrict myself to encouraging sounds, avoiding saying much. Blowing this
opportunity by being to eager and coming off as a jerk is not gonna happen. I'm
too seasoned for that mistake.
She asks if sexually-oriented talk with girls bothers me. I assure her that I
think its only natural. And Kari and I have already talked about some private
things, so please feel free to say or do anything she (mom) feels comfortable
with.
So mom turns to Kari and tells her that she looks so slutty tonight. Kari rolls
her eyes and says "MOM, be cool!"
Mom ignores her daughter's embarrassed reply and moves over next to her. "Baby,
you know I love you and I need you to help me tonight." Kari's eyes dart my
direction and then stares straight ahead with a typical teenager "what do I do,
I can't believe this is happening" look. She purses her mouth and says, "Yeah I
know mom, but can we talk some fantasies to make my mind go there?"
Mom's reply comes low and husky. She knows she's on the right track. While what
she says next is a question, it's only a device to let her release out loud the
nasty feeling she has inside.
"Baby, can we get fucking get dirty tonight? Nasty? Mr. Dan wants to hear what
bad girls we can be."
Kari's eyes dart once more my direction, surprised that my presence is overtly
mentioned. She cracks an embarrassed smile but purses her lips to stop it. Kari
narrows her shoulder in a typical little girl shrug, like "why am I here?" But
she isn't going anywhere.
"K, mom. YOU start, ok?"
Mom had every intention of starting, to make sure it went as nasty as she felt
inside.
Mom says, looking right at Kari: "Baby, I remember when you were barely 11 and I
first came into your room and touched you. do you remember?"
Kari just grunts "uh huh" while her eyes look sideways with a "what's next"
look.
Mom's hand then reaches to Kari's knee and starts up the thigh. "Like this baby,
remember?"
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Kelly,
Mom was about to tell Kari about her smooth preteen pussy. But Karli, my wife,
just walked in. I'll have to finish This later.
Meanwhile you can frig knowing that my wife is putting clothes away while I chat
with you about Karli and her barely covered pussy and tits while her horny mom
is working her way up her daughter’s thigh. I'm doing that for you while she's
here. Cool?
Love and gnite,
Dan
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SCENE 1 (cont.)
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As Kari's mom's hand moved up her 13 year-old daughter's thigh to begin their
masturbation ritual, Kari's thigh's began to part in anticipation. The fingers
on mom's right hand curled inward, with the tips lightly grazing Kari's inner
thigh. Mom's face was upturned, lips slightly parted as she mouthed obscene
comments toward Kari's ear. Kari's eyes became slits as she anticipated mom's
next touch.
The edge of mom's index finger came to a rest in the crotch of her nearly
preteen daughter, separated from the little pussy by only the flimsy fabric of
the girl's very sheer cotton short shorts. Mom began lightly rubbing the edge of
her finger up and down the groove formed by her daughter's pussy lips. I could
see Kari visibly relax and her eyes nearly shut to allow the fantasy to mingle
with the sensation of her mother teasing her pussy. Kari's mom picked up the
nasty talk with the contact with the girl's gentiles through the pants.
"Baby, remember when I first touched your little cunt? It was sooo smooth. You
were still just a little girl, no hair on the cunt at all. God it was cute."
Kari breathed a soft reply. "Yes mom, I remember."
Mom continued. "Baby, you became my little girl slut so fast. I just touched
your cunt and you wanted more. Now, baby, your my favorite nasty little slut.
Baby? I want to feel your cunt juices on my fingers. Baby, I've just got to get
into your pants. Be a dirty little slut and help me get them off."
Kari said nothing, but with a motion that looked well practiced, she lifted her
butt lightly off the hotel bed and slipped the fingers of both hands under the
hem of the pants and slipped them lightly around her hips and down her legs,
taking her thong with them. Her short pants and her thong stopped at the end of
her reach near her knees. Then Kari's arms went back to her side and she waited
for mom to continue.
I noticed that if Kari had begun growing pubic hair, it was nowhere to be seen.
Her pussy was as smooth and hairless as any preteen cunt. My cock was rock hard
in my shorts, but I left it there, with some difficulty, for now.
Mom wasted no time in moving her fingers into the folds of her daughter's small
pussy. She lightly rubbed the little girl's clit and hood, running the tip of
her middle finger toward the girl's vaginal opening, but stopping short and
moving back up and down in a measured motion. She continued the nasty talk.
"Baby, do you like my finger in your dirty little pussy? Hmmm, I want to smell
your girl juice on my fingers. Would you like that too? Baby tell me you want my
finger in your cunt. Tell me to stick it in."
Kari didn't say anything in reply. Instead, she suddenly turned her head to face
mom's face and twisted her head so that her parted mouth and lips settled on
mom's mouth. Mom immediately slipped her free left hand behind Kari's neck and
returned the kiss.
I was surprised by how quickly it happened, and how intense it was. I could see
both of their jaws working back and forth. From the looks of both the girl's and
the woman's cheeks that fluttered back and forth the unseen tongues were
together in their mouths, . It was a deep sloppy mother-daughter lesbian kiss. I
was beside myself with lust as I watched saliva from the two-girl kiss seep out
around both of their lips. They started smacking and sucking each others tongues
in an almost violent display before returning to a lip locked spit swap.
Watching the drool running down mom's chin drew my eyes further down until I saw
that mom's finger was inside her daughter's vagina more than half way to the
second knuckle. I assumed that Kari's cherry must be history with that deep of a
penetration. It occurred to me that mom probably was the one to have broken the
hymen. That thought was too much for me to bear and my cock had to come out for
some stroke relief. I leaned back in my chair and pulled the pole from its
resting place in my shorts and began a light stoke. I was in no hurry; I didn't
want to blow this lucky load too early. Who knows where I might be invited to
launch it?
The wet kiss finally broke with saliva glistening on each girl's chin. Kari
began to fall backward onto the bed and mom lay down beside her. Mom slowly
pulled the finger out of Kari and made of show of watching the finger on the end
of her hand come toward both of their faces. As mom's finger came closer to
mom's face, I could see the light sheen of pussy juice gleaming in the soft
light. Before mom finished the movement to her own face, she turned toward Kari
and rapidly moved the finger to just below Kari's nose.
"Here you dirty fucking slut, smell yourself."
Then mom wiped the finger along the girl's upper lip before moving it to her own
mouth, where she sucked it clean with a loud popping sound.
"Hmmm. Tastes like the cunt of a cheap whore. You nasty piece of shit! You taste
like sloppy thirds are pooling in your cunt!"
That finally startled Kari into saying something. "Momma, please, you know I
haven't been fucked by a boy yet!"
I had no idea of the truth of that statement, and mom just smiled an evil little
smile and replied.
"I don't know what a whore like you does when I'm not around! Why don't you
bring any boys home, baby? I want to fuck some boys and you don't bring them
home, you stupid cunt!"
Mom croaked this last in a lusty voice that told me she was still role playing.
But was she really? Did mom want Kari to bring home young boys for mom's use?
Seemed plausible, but stroking my dick and watching and listening to this made
anything erotic seem plausible.
I could see Kari starting to tense, like something deep within her was welling
up to the emotional surface. Mom noticed too, and put her finger back to work,
frigging her little daughter faster than before. Kari's legs started to
straighten and then I noticed a slight shiver start to set into them. Mom
immediately removed her finger and bent over the girls pussy, clawing at her
daughter's knees to spread them. All I could see was mom's dirty blond hair on
the back of her head as her face disappeared between Kari's thighs. Mom's head
started an almost imperceptible bob. I imagined that mom was licking the girl's
pussy, but I couldn't tell for sure from where I sat.
I got up with cock in hand and moved to the side to see what she was doing.
From my new closer vantage point, partly bent over to peer down into the depths
of the unfolding obscene act but with my hard-on securely in my hand getting a
maintenance stroke, I could just make out mom's tongue pointing toward the
daughter's cunt lips.
Just then, Kari's knees suddenly bent and she drew her legs up a bit as she put
her hand on mom's head and started breathing very hard. Her head also started
flipping back and forth stopping when the side of her face hit the bed and then
flipping the other way. Pleasure of which I could only imagine was obviously
coursing through the 13 year old. Kari's hand on mom's head began shoving hard
so that mom's face was pushed deeper into the girl's cunt and then Kari's
erupted with a curse laden rant.
"Oh god momma, lick my little girl's cunt. I'm such a dirty slut! Please don't
stop! Lick my dirty cunt, PLEASE MOMMA! PLEASE!"
And then her arched back began to relax and she went silent again. Kari's hand
fell from her mothers head and I could once again hear the obscene sound of
mom's tongue licking something largely unseen between Kari's legs.
As I watched hunched over and slowly fapping rock-hard man meat, mom's mouth
slowly came to a halt and she began to lift her head up from her daughter's
crotch.
"Baby, that was soo good. You taste just as yummy as the first time I went down
on you. Did you get off?"
Kari replied slowly and almost inaudibly. "Yesss momma, I did. It was sooo cool.
Thank you for tasting my cunt at the end, it really made me cum hard."
Mom, looking satisfied, said "that's why I did it. You think I like the taste of
raw pussy? Hah! Wait till I get paybacks."
And then mom slowly began to turn her head my direction. I watched without
moving as her face swung around and I could see it was covered with enough
saliva and whatever had been secreted by her daughter's pussy to positively
shine in the uneven light. How nasty could this show get, I wondered?
"So, Mr. Dan, looks like your taking care of yourself just fine, eh?"
I was caught a bit off guard. Before Kari's mom had started masturbating her
daughter, the conversation directed my way had been so, well, polite. Just like
on the soccer field. But now it was like I was suddenly in the inner sanctum.
And in a sense I was. I started to stammer a reply but she continued speaking,
making it clear the rhetorical nature of her question.
"Yep, doing just fine. But haven't blown the wad yet, huh?"
She turned to Kari and continued. "See baby, there are some advantages to an
older more experienced man, they can hold up before wasting the cum."
She then turned back toward me. "Ok, Mr. Dan, let me take over. I want you to
use that fine dick of yours and whatever's waiting in your balls to show my
daughter and I what dirty sluts like us are good for."
This was definitely NOT the usual way a Saturday evening on the soccer trail
usually ended. Correction, EVER had ended. Until now. I released my cock,
straightened up to my not inconsiderable height and took stock of the situation
with one hand on my hip. What was to come next needed a little planning. While
Kari's mom clearly had at least an outline of a plan, I could tell by her last
statement that a bit of submission was involved and that meant I needed to take
more than a little initiative in the grand finale.
"So, momma" I said, "the question is am I going to blow a load on a cheap whore
and her pimped daughter, or are you just a an easy slut with a walking, talking
fuck toy in a soccer uniform?"
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kari watching and resting, but she
continued to say nothing. Mom was obviously doing the talking for both of them.
"Now your talking Mr. Dan." Kari's mom said by reply. "Do you meet a dumb, full
of cum MILF slut with a live fuck toy often?"
That's when I knew how to play my role. My man pole was still rigid. Not going
to let me down tonight! We eyed each other, mom and me, and then she made the
first move.
SCENE 2
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Kari, a 14 year old teen girl who has just cum with the masturbation assistance
of her mother, lies on her back and watches from the hotel bed as her mom moves
quickly off the bed and down on her knees and scoots directly toward me.
Or more accurately, toward my firm cock suspended straight out from the base of
my crotch. My balls hang down in a fully extended scrotum. Aroused nearly beyond
the point of sanity, I watch with my head down as she scoots over on her knees.
Then she reaches out and slides her right hand over the shaft of my cock, looks
up and says:
"Hey honey, if you ain't gonna wank that thing, mind if I do?"
Frankly, I'm not sure I've ever heard her use the word "ain't." We've always
exchanged pleasantries about events of the day without ever straying from
anything "safe for work." Now she's holding my cock and beginning a light stroke
and sounding like trailer trash just released from jail. I guess now I'm
talking to the "stranger" in Kari's mom. But I'm too burdened with the feeling
that comes from a hard cock with more stimulation in progress to give a damn
about Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde.
"Mmmm" I murmur as I raise my head slightly and close my eyes to slits. I'm
standing there and she's on her knees stroking me with her clothes still on.
That amounts to a light tank top with scoop neck and a black bra pushing up two
perfectly round globes of C-cup tits. She's always been proud of them and even
when she plays the part of Lady's Auxiliary Club role model (which has been
every time that I've known her, until now!), she's always shared her cleavage
with the rest of us. "Good girl," I've always thought. It's good to have a
little pride in her wares of a women.
But this is different. Much different. For the last 10 minutes she's been
cussing up a storm while she frigged her own daughter to a sexual frenzy and
then finished her off to orgasm by tongue lapping the little girl's cunt in away
that would make a bi-sexual porn model proud. I jerk my head back down, snap my
eyes open, and realize that I have a role to play too, and it's time I caught my
cue.
My left hand slips behind her head and grabs up a bunch of dirty blond hair.
"Listen you whore, don't you yabber a bunch of shit at ME. I got work for you
and that mouth."
With that, I closed my palm and fingers tightly around the hair I gathered,
pulling it to the scalp and then pulled her head right to the tip of my cock.
She parted her lips instinctively and my meat member passed through the opening
formed and made contact with her watery tongue.
All I heard from her was a low moan which I took to be pleasure, which then
immediately turned into an obscene sucking and slurping sound as her lips,
cheeks and tongue began working together to apply suction and stimulation to the
shaft and head of my dick. I moved my arm back and forth rhythmically to set the
pace of the blow job, gripping her hair as tightly as I could, making sure her
scalp was pulled tight against my fingers.
This continued for about a minute when I looked up and noticed little Kari
looking at the both of us with a small pout on her face. I couldn't tell for
sure if she was upset, but as soon as she caught my eye her mouth turned even
more directly to a frown.
Was she upset because of the unladylike like treatment that I was dishing out to
her mother? As ridiculous as that sounds, and as far from rational decorum as my
sexually excited conscious was, a wee bit of "polite society" still intruded
into my thinking. I froze with mom stuck on my lollipop, but still sucking on
her own authority without the benefit of me moving her head back and forth. Then
I spoke softly, almost tentatively, directly to Kari:
"Hey sweetheart, why the rainy day look?"
She replied almost immediately. "I was hoping you came to see ME tonight..."
Instinct, honed from a lot of mess ups with women and a few successes,
immediately animated my response. Almost with a violent tug of her hair, I
pulled whore mom off of my cock with a loud pop. (Damn good thing the bitch
didn't catch me with her teeth!) She fell back on her legs from the kneeling
position and caught her backward momentum with a hand to the floor. But I was
already climbing onto the bed, where Kari was.
Naked from the hips down and with a cock dripping of drool and precum from the
previous cock stroking and the short blow job just ended, I knelt next to this
pretty little barely teenage girl. Her frown was already replaced with a slight
grin and a barely audible giggle that arose from her throat as her body lightly
bounced from my frantic movements to climb next to her on the bed.
Her legs were still parted from the show of masturbation and cunnilingus just
ended with her mother. Her tiny cotton top, with "spaghetti" straps over her
shoulders and stopping well short of her belly button, covered a small A-cup
push-up bra, origins unknown (yet). "Probably Victoria's Secret," I thought.
Isn't that were all the preteen and teenage chicks with pretenses to being sluts
shop now--with their mothers?
Then I leaned down, ignoring her totally naked abdomen, hips, and ultra cute
(but small!) hairless pussy. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and
slipped them underneath her back. As I drew her up with my arms she collected
her elbows underneath herself and my head went straight down to her lips, which
parted immediately to allow my tongue to slide into her ready mouth.
That began a writhing, rolling, laughing, urgent, and saliva laden make out
session like I had not remembered having since before I was married. This little
girl and I kissed so passionately that perhaps I needed to go back to high
school and my slut girl friend to remember anything so innocent and totally
sincere. We spoke nothing, but communicated constantly with laughs, nose rubs,
sudden licks of tongues, and acted as though we were one.
My hands glided over this tiny little girl. I marveled over the smoothness of
her butt. Her incredibly small waist enchanted me. But I didn't push my hands up
to her chest. I didn't need to. Everything I needed was in her small delicate
but incredibly wet and alive mouth. Our lips, cheeks, chins, even our noses soon
became positively covered in our intermingled saliva. While my rock hard dick
was always there, after all I couldn't help but feel the tension of a 100%
erection, I paid it no mind. Kari's mom didn't even register in my conscious for
what seemed like forever.
Then we both heard a rather flat, unimpressed voice rise to a can't-miss-it
level and say: "O.K. you two fricken love birds, take a break and catch a
breath!"
We stopped with our tongues fully intertwined deep in her mouth and both started
to giggle, blowing air through our sealed lips.
Prior to tonight, the thought of making out with this little hot stuff and
hearing her mother say something like THAT would have meant the nightmare of
being caught red handed in the act. But this was no nightmare. The echos of my
pounding heart seemed to me to fly off the masonry walls of yet another soccer
motel. Kari's arms, which had been mostly wrapped around my neck and head,
slowly loosened. Our lips parted. And we turned our heads to look at whore mom.
"Good, now that I've got your attention, remember, this masturbation assistance
club is not a one way street. I've got some needs too, you know."
"Yeah, well, I've been carrying around a man-sized hard on for the past hour.
What the fuck do you know about THAT, you dumb cunt?" I growled.
Kari's mom was no quaking teen. She placed a hand on a hip and gave a side-wise
glance at me.
"If you hadn't yanked it out of my mouth before I could finish, you might be
singing the praises of my world class cock sucking right now and be putting the
finishing touches of a Picasso of cock slime on little-miss man-stealer's face
over there."
I looked at Kari and thought for a minute. She looked up at me with innocence
and total trust while we lightly held each other. While I had no problem with
the concept of blowing my load on her young face and watching the milky sperm-
laced semen sticking to her two rows of braces in that small mouth (that somehow
I had managed to keep my tongue from getting stuck in during the frenzy of
making out), I wasn't sure it was right to ask that of her first time. Based on
what her mom had been shouting to her about her failure to bring boys home from
school to share with mom, I suspected that little Kari had not done her duty yet
with respect to pleasuring a man or boy. But I also knew that she would need to
be introduced to this part of oral sex so that she would understand and readily
perform what was expected of her when she started seriously dating. And I
allowed that I could play a special role in expanding her sexual awareness. But,
so could her mom.
"Baby" I said directly to Kari, "I need you to help me shut your fucking mom up,
will you do it?"
She did not hesitate, "Sure, I'd love to, What is it?"
"Come with me to the side of the bed." I replied.
With that, we crawled over to the side where Kari's mom waited. Mom brightened
as we came toward her.
"Cool, I thought you'd be reasonable. What we gonna do next?" She spat out in
broken grammar laced with anticipation.
Before she could finish I had swung my legs around and I was sitting on the edge
of the bed. Kari did the same. I reached out and guided mom on her knees and
stopped her in front of me. Or, I should say, in front of my hard cock standing
straight up.
Next, I reached down and took Kari's hand and lightly pulled it over to my hard
cock. She immediately got the message and wrapped her hand around the shaft and
looked up at me for instruction. I said nothing but just started moving her hand
up and down on the shaft. By now it was mostly dry but her tiny, soft hand left
an incredible tingle in the head of my cock that I simply can't describe.
Then I began to speak slowly and directly to Kari's mom. "OK, you dirty slut,
I've got a job for you. Your mouth is my condom, and your little girl is going
to be my stroker. Like you said, she needs to learn to suck a boy off, but she
should learn that from her mom, don't you think?"
Kari's mom immediately broke into an wide, evil grin. "Mr. Dan, you have one
hell of a way with words. I accept your challenge. It is my duty and my right to
show my daughter how a women pleasures a man."
With that, she bent her head down and resumed sucking on my cock. Kari stroked
lightly, but did not really understand what she was to do, so she just kept
doing what I had showed her. Mom reached up to take over the stroking, but I
blocked her arm.
"Whoa, whore, you teach, you don't do."
Her eyes' flicked up at me with a gleam of understanding and without breaking
the sucking action, she used her hands to gather both of Kari's hands around my
shaft and squeezed them enough so that the stroking would do some good. The
spittle that was left on the shaft from mom's mouth acted as replacement
lubricant for the drool that had since dried from the earlier interrupted blow
job.
This continued, with mom sucking and making nasty loud popping sounds from the
suction, while swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, from time to time
pushing it into the hole at the end searching for precum.
From time to time she pulled my cock out of her mouth and spoke to Kari in short
clipped sentences about what she was doing. She explained the need to use her
lips to cover the cock shaft and to use the tongue to bath the cock in a warm
sensation of stimulation and saliva. She warned Kari about the cock going too
far into the mouth and throat because of the gagging reflex that would surely
hamper a girl her age. And she urged her to keep a steady hand on the shaft so
that she could regulate a future boy's unauthorized lunge in that direction.
("Baby, boys are pigs, they have no control.")
For now, I let them do the blow jobbing and avoided adding to the action.
Instead, I tried to concentrate on raising a world class orgasm so the
ejaculation would be worth their effort.
It didn't take long. With mom urging Kari and squeezing her hands, Kari's grip
on the shaft tightened to the point where I could feel the contractions of
orgasm near. Mom couldn't tell by feel, but she kept a close eye on my eyes and
facial expression and she caught the drift. A sense of urgency began to take
hold of her and her sucking and licking became intense. She started to make
grunts and whines to urge Kari along with her own hard grip on the child's
hands. That's when my loss of self control began to manifest itself verbally.
"Oh God, Oh God, yes that's good, So fuckin good." Then my eyes opened and I
looked down and snarled at mom. "Hey dirty fuckin hoe, what you say to this?
Your little girl is jerkin my manhood in your fuckin mouth. Do you HEAR me you
fucking hoe, YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! Keep jerking baby, I'm gonna use your mom's
mouth and face. Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to use it good, fuckin good!"
Kari just looked at my face and kept jerking my cock with her hands as best she
could. Mom kept her eyes glued to Kari's hands and supervised the stroking. She
knew that she would know right after me when I blew the wad.
And, then, that's exactly what I did. My left leg started shivering and my cock
started to spasm. My prostate got caught in a vice of contracting muscles as the
orgasm hit me from head to toe. With the other leg starting to shiver, I put my
hand underneath the lower hand of Kari as she kept pumping but not knowing
exactly what was going on. I grunted as evenly as I could under the emotional
torment of the orgasm so as to not scare Kari or make her feel she was doing
something wrong. (After all she was doing great with mom's help!) It came out in
measured but quick one word sentences.
"Baby. Great! Awesome! Nice!"
Then I pushed her hands up from underneath. She looked surprised as I pressured
her hands and the motion popped the pumping cock from mom's mouth. The first
rope of ejaculate had already into mom's mouth flowed like a stream of piss
after three beers. I could feel the instant that the slippery slime filled the
woman's mouth cavity. The feel of the extra lubrication was sudden. Now, the
cock was pointed at the woman's upper lip and nose and the second rope blasted
into her face like it was shot from a gelatin gun.
And it kept shooting. The third rope was less and now the ejaculation was
winding down. Mom's hands covered Kari's and she used them to work the cock head
up and down and back and forth. The smell of the semen, sharp and odoriferous,
floated up to my nostrils. Kari's mom was dripping with it. But she knew her
role and acted it out well.
"Yes Mr. Dan, show my baby how a man finishes his blow job in a woman's face.
That's right, yeah that's it, make me a dirty mess. Kari, baby, do you see what
semen is, baby? See it honey doll? This is what I want you to bring home to ME,
baby. Please, lots of young cock that need our services. Yeah, baby. Look at the
goo run down my nose. Emm, I got it in my mouth baby. Lots of sperm. Emmm."
That's when I chimed in: "You fucking whore mom. Do you see what you made me
do?"
Turning slightly to Kari I continued. "Baby, I promise, when I finish in your
mouth, it won't pop out and make your beautiful face nasty. Really, sweetheart,
all you will have to do is help me stroke it off in your mouth, ok?"
I was recovering my senses and I wanted to return to the tender, romantic
feeling we had before the blow job grand finale. I took my right hand and used
my fingers to gently stroke her neck and raise her chin toward my face. She rose
immediately, letting go of my cock and wrenching her hands out from underneath
her mom's hands. Mom kept stroking and using the cock to spread the ejaculated
mess around her face, taking little sucks from the head of the cock as she did.
Kari and I immediately went into a lip lock and I felt her tongue against mine.
Then she slipped away slightly and quietly said: "Ok, that sounds like it will
be fun. If it makes you happy to do that, I'll do it. I feel sooo good with you
right now."
Then with a slight inflection in her voice she almost broke my heart when she
said: "Will you hold me and kiss me some more?"
I laughed lightly and said: "Yes, of course Kari sweetheart! Let's move back
onto the bed and put some space between us and this used condom..."
I finished with a weak gesture toward her mom, who by now had let go of my
pecker and was licking her lips and playing with a wad of semen like some
internet porn hoe. Kari's mom was still dressed and that's when I noticed semen
and probably saliva had dripped onto her halter top. She might as well have been
a cum whore on ImageFap for all I cared at that moment.
Kari and I moved back to the middle of the king-sized hotel bed and settled down
to some late middle school, early high school making out. And if felt great!
SCENE 3
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"Kari, honey?" I said just above a whisper.
"Hmmm?" A soft murmur with a small inflection at the end was Kari's only reply.
This 14 year-old teen girl possessed an athletic body sculpted from hours of
running on a soccer pitch in practice and in games. Combined with her naturally
slight build and the gift of being a very young girl, hardly out of puberty, I
was beyond myself with animal attraction to this Venus of youth. It was an
unfair advantage to compare her simple, natural, and innocent beauty to anyone
not her own age.
And she showed no shame whatsoever to be laying on top of me. Her small early
teen A-cup breasts were still captured in a pink push up bra designed by some
lingerie specialist to be knowingly marketed to girls who were as close to
preteens as was possible without actually being one. Against my chest, the
fabric of the tiny spaghetti-strapped pull over top hardly masked the feel of
the bra and the breasts they contained. And below this pull over top that did
not reach midriff the tiny young girl was naked.
For that matter, so was I! And that meant the girl was straddling my waist while
laying on top of me with the both of us lying in the expanse of the king-sized
hotel bed. Normally, we veterans of a soccer traveling team groan when we get
stuck with the remaining rooms in a sold-out hotel outfitted only with king size
beds. It means awkward moments and efforts to find an alternative to male and
female family members sleeping on the same bed. But now I had enough insight
into Kari's and her mom's masturbation habits to realize that a king-sized bed
was no accident in their room.
With her legs flowing around either side of my waist, it meant that her small,
hairless pussy was laying straight down on the next place it would touch. Her
pussy lips were literally spread around my semi-hard cock. It was semi-hard
because of the fabulous hand and blow job administered by her mom, with Kari's
help. Now I was relaxed, not pent up. I had the sanity and presence of mind to
just hold the little girl against me. And she did the same to me. Her arms
wrapped around my neck while mine covered her back and gently stroked her butt
and legs; straying from time to time up her back. I looked down at her and she
up at me. Our noses touched and we kissed and smacked lips in an absent minded
way while exchanging a few words back and forth.
Kari's murmur was that of a young girl experiencing the pleasure of a soft touch
and warm embrace. But unlike the familiar experiences of her youth, this now
came from a man who was intent on making it an erotic moment. Her pleasure at
finally experiencing what girls her age and younger had been gossiping about
seemingly forever was palpable. Like nearly all girls her age, she was
constantly questioning her self esteem, certain that some other girl that she
envied was receiving this exciting experience whenever she wished, all because
the "other" girl was prettier, more comfortable with herself around boys--and
men--and was in turn desired by boys--and men--above herself.
But now it was happening to her! Her body nearly shook with pleasure. A pleasure
that strangely manifested itself with a churning stomach, a sweaty brow, a
feeling like her face was aflame and red, and a wetness and warmth between her
legs that defied even the regular pleasure that came from masturbating with her
mom. This was something totally new. And every time this man said something, he
seemed to provoke the feeling anew.
"Baby doll, you are so pretty! I am so lucky to have a girl as beautiful and
sexy as YOU with me tonight! Did you just now come down from heaven to be my
angel? Where are your wings, baby! I know they're here somewhere."
She writhed when I purposely touched her sides and goosed her lightly. The
tickling was magnified by the intensity of the other sensations and the pounding
of her heart. Fortunately for me, she caught herself before banging my chin and
nose with the top of her head. I instinctively tried to raise a hand to protect
my chin, but it would have been far too late.
"Whoa, you gorgeous thing! I'm going to have to be more careful before I pull
that stunt again!" I said while angling my head defensively away and laughing at
having nearly caused my own painful injury.
Kari just giggled and chased my retreating mouth with hers and then we were
French kissing with passion and urgency all over again. It had been like this
for awhile since the successful conclusion of the mother-daughter hand and blow
job. How long I didn't know nor had I cared.
In fact, I had assumed that her mom would retreat to the bathroom to clean the
mess of semen I had deposited over most of her face. Most women did that, with a
run to a towel, any towel, that bespoke the lack of appreciation for the
complement just paid. I had grown used to it. So I assumed that the return of
Kari's mom from cleaning up would be the alarm clock for this joyful interlude
with Kari.
I had not considered that Kari's mom might have another point of view when it
came to receiving a face full of sperm from me. Instead of running to the
bathroom, she had found the standard hotel room recliner and laid back in it
still fully clothed in shorts and her scoop neck halter top, with her ample C-
cup tits bound up in a sexy black bra.
As I swung my head down following the near collision with Kari's head, I looked
over Kari's face while we lip locked and spotted her mom there in the chair. One
hand was pushed up into her shorts through one leg opening. The other hand was
stuffed in her bra where I could clearly see that it was cradling a creamy tit
inside the straining bra. The first hand was virtually certain to be frigging
her pussy. What else could it be doing? And, with her head back, I could see in
the low light from a weak hotel compact fluorescent lamp on the table that a
shiny mess left over from my ejaculation was still covering her face. She was
wearing the sperm-infested man paint like a trophy. Her mouth was open and her
lips formed a circle as the sound of light breathing through them reached my
ears. Her eye lids were shut, but only lightly so. Both of her arms were moving
with the effort of masturbating herself. That was when I realized that fair was
fair. Kari and I owed her mom something.
"Hey, Kari, listen to me." As I pulled my lips off of the little beauty's mouth.
She tried to prevent it, but I was stronger.
"Kari, baby doll...yes, baby I know, I know, I like it too sweetheart..." I
laughed while fighting off her mouth searching urgently for mine. "Look, you
gorgeous thing, we need to do something for your mom."
Kari relaxed as this statement settled down upon her like a fact that could not
be ignored. For being only 14 and with her lust suddenly stoked to a fiery
pitch, I was impressed with her maturity at handling my interruption.
"O, ok Mr. Dan, yeah, I guess you're right."
I was impressed with her wish to continue referring to me with the modern
version of what a polite kid says in reference to an adult. At least she wasn't
calling me "Mr. Dirty Old Man"!
"Look, since you are the one who usually helps her with that over there..." I
gestured toward the MILF in the process of masturbating herself to orgasm "why
don't you call her over here and we'll help her out together. How does that
sound?"
"Ok, sure, that sounds cool." Was Kari's suddenly enthusiastic reply.
Then she lifted herself up off my chest with her hands and twisted to face her
mother across the room and said "Hey momma, Mr. Dan and I want you to come over
here with us!"
Without slowing down her hand from what I could see she must be doing to her
pussy buried underneath her shorts or moving her head from its position hanging
back resting on the top of the recliner, she replied "Why baby? I'm trying to
get off over here."
"Momma, 'cause we want to help you feel good in your pussy!" Was Kari's quick
reply.
Kari's mom seemed to ignore her daughter for a moment longer, but then her hands
started to slip out of her clothing, and she leveled her head in our direction.
"Really? I thought you two were going to fuck and leave me to my own devices!"
Despite everything that had just happened of a sexual nature, things that could
only be partly explained with the phrase "assisting masturbation." And despite
everything that her mother had said to her daughter in lust filled nasty
statements, I still nearly blushed at the reference to fucking her daughter.
Call me old fashioned, but I just wasn't prepared for her mom to be practically
betrothing us after less than one date!
Her mom then got out of her chair and climbed onto the edge of the bed. The
sturdy king-sized bed took hardly a notice. I saw her recently sperm covered
face coming my direction like a strange character in a low-budget movie. It had
to be drying on her face by now, but it was still shiny in the soft light. And I
saw something that might have been semen start as a drop hanging off her cheek
but then start to stretch into a long strand from the jostling of her movement.
It finally parted from her face and fell onto the bed spread, disappearing in
the maize of the fabric. I thought to myself, "Glad I'm not making the bed in
the morning."
As mom got close, Kari reached out her hand and slid it behind her mom's head,
pulling her toward us.
As I watched, I whispered to Kari "give her a kiss, sweet thing."
Why I said this should be no mystery. I'm a man, and I like seeing chicks kiss.
I especially like seeing two girls kiss while wearing my manhood. There's no
point in looking for a reason. A man simply likes this act of lewd and nasty
behavior from the girls in his life. He just does. Tonight was no exception.
Kari looked back at me and gave me nasty flick of her tongue. Where did she
learn THAT I wondered. It didn't take long to conjecture an answer. This
"innocent" little girl had been around other "innocent" teen and preteen girls,
her peers, long enough to pick up all manner of nasty thoughts and behaviors.
Kari immediately swiveled herself across my chest to face her mom. In the
process, I was now facing a most beautiful site. A pink and seemingly impossibly
small pussy. It was slightly spread open by the physical separation of her legs.
I could see the clitoral hood between the larger lips of the labia. Her vaginal
hole was still invisible. Her tightly clinched anus was clear as day, perched
above the lower end of her pussy lips, where they taper away into her butt
crack. I was immediately smitten by the beauty of this display. So did my dick.
A steady stirring began, like a snake coming alive from the touch of the first
rays of the sun in the morning. My snake. I felt a slight pulsing from my cock
head. This meant a loss of sanity could be in my future if this continued.
Kari's beautiful, small, hairless, perfectly formed little girl pussy remained
suspended above me. Her ass started wagging as her other end began doing
something. I assumed it was with her mother.
I peered around the little girl's thigh to see what I was missing. Mom and
daughter where lightly kissing and rubbing noses and cheeks. Mom was whispering
to Kari encouragement and instructions.
"Come on Kari. Yeah, that's cool. Ummm, that's it lick it off of me. Good girls
share the sperm."
And then mom chuckled from the silliness of that last comment, not to mention
the tickling that came from her young daughter's licking and kissing across the
mother's face.
I saw a congealed tendril of what I assumed was sperm filled semen rolling on
her mother's face as Kari licked. And then it caught on the lower lip of Kari's
mouth. And then it was gone, somewhere in Kari's mouth. That was all I could
take. My cock had reached full mast. This display of mother-daughter nastiness
was stimulation that no man could resist. My erection was proof of my own
weakness.
My erection took over my thinking, if thinking is a word that you can use to
describe a man in my condition. I reached up and placed both hands around
Kari's butt and directed my face right into the little girl snatch that was
teasing me inches above my head. My nose disappeared between the bottom portion
of the lips framing the upside down cunt. My lips parted around one of her pussy
lips and my tongue slid into the folds of her cunt. I swirled my tongue and
tasted the acidic flavor I knew all too well. A 14 year-old cunt tastes about
the same as any other. It's just in the nature of things. The smell was vintage
pussy. For just a moment I almost launched my face hard into her pussy, as
temporary insanity overcame me, but I resisted loosing control. Why risk
possibly hurting her or upsetting a good feeling by becoming a pig? I could tell
I was on the hairy edge of a sexual lust that could take over all my actions.
Kari reacted positively to this violation of her most private inner sanctum. Her
butt leaned back lightly into my face. I then broke the embrace of man on pussy
and lightly moved her butt aside and addressed her mom directly.
"Hey, cool chick, you need some help with those clothes?"
I gently pushed Kari further to the side that her body had slid while kissing
and licking her mother’s ejaculation covered face. That slid Kari off of me and
she landed on all fours on the bed. I was able to sit up on the bed and fold my
legs underneath me, giving me a front row view of the action.
I decided it was time for the party to get naked. Placing a hand on Kari’s back
I lightly tugged her top so she leaned back toward me. I then whispered loudly
“Kari, let’s get your mom naked! You take her top, I’m going for her bottom.”
Kari nodded her understanding and we both turned toward her mom, whose eyes were
mostly shut and both hands were down on the bed supporting her.
Kari started pulling up on mom’s top, which made mom sit up and raise her hands
high. I reached down and pulled the button holding her shorts closed. Then I
pulled the zipper down, revealing lacey black hip-hugging thong panties in the
wedge created by the parting zipper. I took hold of the legs of the shorts and
gave them a light tug, and they yielded across mom’s hips without much protest.
The shorts stopped when they hit the bed at mom’s knees.
I turned my attention to the thong, slipping my fingers over the thin straps and
pulled them down. The front of the panties rolled down revealing the woman’s
pussy in the triangle formed by her thighs. I instantly felt my excitement
provoked at the sight of her female anatomy, like seeing a wonderful view after
cresting a hill. As the panties joined the shorts at the knees of the woman, I
took a closer look at my quarry. It was hairless as far as I could see in the
dim light. The pussy lips were expansive reflecting the maturity of the woman,
and the noticeable heft that came with her slightly more than full figure. I
could see a large clit and hood protruding from the lips, probably engorged by
the woman’s own vigorous stimulation. Clearly she was conscious of her looks
down there because her whole pubic area was smooth and free of hair. I liked
what I saw.
“Hey Kari, your mom’s pussy is pretty! Just like yours. Cool.”
I looked up to see her mom’s breasts right in front of me. Kari had helped her
mom remove the top and the bra in no time at all. I had to admit, the cleavage
she had always been proud of was reflected in the naked tits themselves. I
looked at mom right in the eyes and said “hmm, nice tits honey.”
She smiled quickly and replied “cop a feel sailor?”
I took the invitation literally and reached out and massaged the nearest one. It
was soft and very pliable. Natural all the way. “The real McCoy, eh? I love them
sweetie!” was the cheeky comment that spilled from my lips.
Then I looked at Kari. Her top and bra were the only stitches of clothing left
on her. As for me, I had taken my shirt off after the blowjob. I said “Baby,
time to get you naked.” even though she had been naked below the waist for quite
sometime. I reached over and lifted her top from the hem. Rather than let me
finish, she crossed her bent arms and pulled the hem up herself and over her
head. It was an erotic sight. Her tight figure framed by her butt bent one way
and her torso angling the other. As her top lifted, she looked momentarily like
a porn model in mid act. If my cock could get any harder, it just did. The back
of the pink bra was suddenly revealed to me. Without hesitation, I reached over
with both of my hands and began struggling with the single clasp; I was never
good at releasing boobs from a bra (James Bond must get some help when he does
it!). She cocked her head in my direction and began to smirk.
“Hey Mr. Dan, need some help?”
Just then the clasp popped open and the previously tightly pulled straps
suddenly went slack. I immediately slid my hands to either side of her torso and
kept the bra moving off of her from the front. As I reached around her front I
slid both palms over her young A-cup titties. They were firm with small nipples
pointing straight out. I could not see them, but I knew their shape and youthful
dimensions were certain to be better than beautiful. Just the feel prompted me
to say “Hey, baby doll, you have awesome tits.”
She asked, in a suddenly defensive voice, “Are you sure Mr. Dan? Really, do you
think so?”
Typical, I thought. She’s insecure about her breasts, like virtually all women,
but especially a young teenager.
I twisted her half way around in my direction and saw what I had been touching.
That allowed me to pour on the flattery. Her question was not seeking an answer,
it was seeking reassurance. I did not want to let her down.
“Kari, darling, you have the most magnificent tits. Please tell me I’m not
dreaming. I absolutely love your breasts. You are totally gorgeous! And your
tits are just another perfect part of you.”
With that I turned back toward mom and wrapped an arm around her and pulled all
three of us closer.
“Momma, Kari and I want you to be as happy as we are tonight. Why don’t you lay
down and let us get to work on your fine clit? By the way, I love your shaved
pussy! I’m just going to have to call you my two little girls. I absolutely love
it.”
Turning to Kari, I gave a quick instruction. “Kari, let’s get your mom’s legs
apart and get her off together. What do you say?”
She said nothing. Both her and her mom had obviously used this position and this
division of labor for sexual stimulation before. And more times than once I was
sure. We alternated licking mom’s pussy, covering the clit with saliva from our
tongues and encouraging each other to suck her genitals into our mouths and suck
her off like a blow job. We snuck a quick kiss between each other from time to
time, too. It took only a short time to bring her mom to a loud and physical
orgasm. Holding one of the woman’s thighs was a chore. How Kari held the other
beats me.
Following mom's orgasm she just went limp on the bed. Her finger's, which had
been sharing time with our tongues on her clit, stopped moving and went slack
while lightly touching the edges of her pussy lips. I could tell that the events
of tonight had exhausted her and as her breathing returned to normal, she
drifted off to sleep.
My face was covered with an accumulation of vaginal secretions and the spit of
Kari and I the likes of which I had not known for years. And I had a steely
erection. Under the influence of this erotic stimulation, my cock had not needed
a longer break to recover. But as I gathered my thoughts I knew my bewitching
hour was upon me. I would be lucky to make it back to my room without being
noticed in the hallway by others in our group. Or worse, Amanda might have
returned to our room early. I needed to get back in my own bed before this
amazing set of events took a turn for the worst and required immediate
explanations. Ignoring the yearning in my cock and a nagging belief that relief
for that erection could easily be found inside the body of a 14 year-old hottie
resting on the other side of her mother, I twisted my body to the edge of the
bed and swung my legs around so my feet hit the floor in a sitting position.
I stood up and started rooting around the floor for my shorts and shirt. I
figured I would chance it and leave the room with a face covered in pussy juice
and spit. If anyone decided they needed a hug from ole Dan tonight, they might
decide they were hugging a vagina instead! If I thought I knew of no one who
would try that tonight, I was mistaken. I heard a small voice back on the bed.
“Mr. Dan, why are you leaving me so soon?”
I stopped fumbling with my clothes and lifted my head. I knew I needed to go,
but I didn’t want to upset the beautiful teen behind that voice either. She was
experiencing, perhaps for the first time, the emotional pleasure of an erotic
experience with a male admirer. That could easily lead to an infatuation that
might result in a disastrous emotional let down. I did not want to hurt her. And
I surely did not want her to hurt me.
Before I accepted the original invitation to come to this room, I had considered
the potentially thorny problems that might arise. Because the invitation came
from her mom, I was pretty certain that if anything like what I hoped might
happen actually did, then I would have mom to help manage the aftermath. Now
that it had happened and more, I knew that I would need to contact mom at the
next opportunity to work out an understanding.
But right at THIS moment, I realized I had a responsibility to talk to Kari
about what we had done and experienced. I had to find away to leave her with a
positive feeling about our mutual expressions of affection. I was sincere in
that affection and I had a growing feeling that she was too. But that door
leading to the hallway also lead back to the real world. And I knew it was too
“real” out there to understand what had happened in here. But I had to do
something and do it fast.
“Hey Kari, come here sweetheart?” I asked in reply.
Stark naked, she crawled off the bed and came over to me. I intercepted her
shoulders with my hands and glanced down her front. It was an incredible sight.
Her perfect young mounds with tiny nipples on the ends looked marvelous on her
ultra slim shapely body. And further down, past her flat tummy, there was the
erotic image of her pussy, looking childlike in its smooth and clean but tiny
symmetry. I saw two protruding lips with an enigmatic dark crease in between. I
thought it might be the most beautiful sight a man could hope to see.
I drew her to me and embraced her. In turn, she rested her hands on my broad
shoulders as her tiny body folded into mine. I looked down on her upturned
delicate face. It inspired me to find the loving and encouraging words that I
wanted to use to express my feelings.
“Kari, darling, please listen to me for a minute.” I began. “You are the most
beautiful and sexy young lady I have had the privilege to hold close to me. I
want to thank you for bringing joy and excitement to my evening. It was your
invitation, not your mothers, that I sought and accepted. Now, we need to take
the next step.”
She looked confused and expressed her confusion with a question. “I don’t
understand, what’s the next step?”
“Baby, I need to leave now and go back to my room. You need to go to bed. You
have responsibilities in the morning. It’s the right thing for both of us to do
now. There will be other days and other times for us to be together again…”
Those last words provoked an immediate physical response from Kari. Her arms
flew up around my neck and her hands clasped together behind my head in a grip
that practically sealed the front of her body and face to mine. This was
followed by her urgent appeal.
“No! I need you to stay with me. PLEASE stay with me tonight. I can’t bear the
thought of going to sleep without you holding me all night. I felt good when you
kissed me! I want to keep feeling good!”
I sighed. Had I underestimated the challenge I now faced? Had I really thought
through what I had got myself into? Despite my unease, I couldn’t help but laugh
at my predicament. It came out with my reply as a chuckle.
“Kari, please understand. Just because I can’t be with you any longer tonight
doesn’t mean you won’t be in my thoughts and dreams all night long. And you can
do the same about me. Please gorgeous girl…”
Before I continued I took her cheeks into the palms of my hand and looked deep
down into her youthful eyes.
“…will you dream about me too? Will you pleasure yourself when you think of me?
I promise that we will spend time together again. But for now, fantasize about
me when you masturbate, ok? I promise to do the same when I even think of your
name, or dream of your voice. Ok? And when you see me tomorrow, think about our
embraces. Think about our kisses. And know it will be like that again. Soon. Can
you do that for me sexy girl? Tell me you will, please sweetheart…” I ran out of
words and let my voice trail off, hoping she would listen to me and understand.
There was only silence while her grip around my neck continued. And then, I felt
her fingers loosen. And then they parted and her hands slowly slid down my neck
and down my shoulders. I slowly loosened my hold on her in turn. And then she
was standing very near with her arms at her side and her gaze straight ahead. I
could read a slight pout on her lips, but no more of her emotions leaked from
her gaze. I knew I should leave now, while there was still time.
Quickly pulling on my shorts and shirt in a silence that was now deafening, I
started moving toward the door. As I reached for the door knob, I heard her
mother start to lightly snore. I looked at the light coming through the crack in
the door and hesitated.
“Kari, sweetheart you were wonderful this evening. I think you are so beautiful.
Don’t forget what I told you, ok?”
And then I looked directly into her eyes and smiled. Standing like a statue of a
naked nymph so common to the squares and plazas of old Europe, the gorgeous
young teenager couldn’t help herself. She returned my smile. That’s when I knew
it would be ok, at least for tonight.
I turned back to the door and listened for the noise of unwelcome company in the
hallway beyond. Hearing none, I slipped through the door and was thankfully
welcomed by an empty hotel hallway.
With a face covered in pussy juice, I took advantage of my good fortune and
strode purposefully back to where I belonged.
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