Kelly,
I have been reading your stories for years. Though I have tried, I have never been able to find any photos of you - although I thought I may seen one of a beautiful brunette. If that was you or not, I do not know.
I would love to hold you in my arms and passionately kiss you. I would spend time kissing your soft lips and sucking on your tongue. Then I would move along your cheek to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe and generally getting your ear wet with my saliva. Then I would slowly bite, kiss and suck my way down your neck to your breasts, licking and kissing around your areolas - then sucking each of your erect nipples into my mouth.
I would continue to lick and kiss your skin as I travel down your firm stomach toward your crotch, spreading your legs as I moved lower. Gazing at heaven, I would lick and suck on your nether lips, plunging my tongue into your essence. I would love to have you grab my hair, trying to pull me up while telling me that you need me inside NOW! - but I resist, licking and sucking on your clitoris causing you to cum and cum and cum, again and again, all over my face.
Only when your body has been driven to a mass of quivering flesh, will I move up into position so I can thrust my hard, throbbing penis into your wet pussy. When your mind clears and you realize I am fulfilling your request, you wrap your long legs around my hips and urge me to fuck you faster. As I near my climax, you look into my eyes remembering I am not wearing a condom and you are not safe. You try to lower your legs out from behind me, but it is too late. With a growl I empty my seed deep into your womb.
Sated, I roll off you to lay on my side facing you. You give me a scowl and grab my shoulder, forcing me to lie on my back as you move over me saying, "I never said you could cum inside me!" Lowering your wet, dripping cum filled pussy to my lips, you tell me to 'lick every drop of my cum out of your cunt.'
I begin licking and sucking our combined juices as they slide out of your pussy. You start to moan as my tongue continues to dart from deep inside your tunnel then swirl around your engorged clitoris. After you have another orgasm and feel you have had all you can take, you roll onto your back to stop the stimulation but I roll with you, continuing to pleasure you - making you cum and cum and cum, again and again, all over my face...
And we continue making mad passionate love for the rest of the night.
Hi Kelly
Always really nice to hear from you, you’re like the rock star in this world and I feel like I’m your most obsessed groupie 🙂
There are a couple of things first of all you need to remember, I’ve been reading your stories for a very, very long time and I’m not a young man anymore, 60 years old this year 🙂
When I started reading your stories, I was in a horrible marriage, my one and only, and I was hanging in there to be closer to my kids while they were young. You definitely helped keep me sane in the years between 2005-2013, a lot of gratitude for that.
Anyway, someone had reposted them to the original ASSM, you had probably just finished college (or getting there) and one of the first ones I remember was of you coming home for the Super Bowl party, to watch the Steelers play, with your family and you flirting with your uncles and, I think, hooking up with your cousin.
Going back to read all your previous stories, I probably stayed up all night catching up on the stories about you and your Dad and as many as I could find. In those days I could cum three or four times in the space of as many hours!
I’d read them over and over again, I still do, picturing you as if I was a fly on the wall, other times as if I was the lucky guy fucking you bent over your bed in your dorm room and watching your Mom right beside you running her hands over your breasts and telling me to fuck you hard and to cum quickly before we got caught. I loved stories over the years with her being a part of the moment.
Now I tend to find my favorite scenes, spread out over the many years then build up until I can cum by, weirdly, stringing them together in my imagination until I’m immersed in the moment. I’m really trying to catch that feeling I felt when I first read each one.
You’ve written so many incredible stories that there are honestly lots for me to choose from. I read the snippets I love the most, getting more turned on and my cock getting harder until I’m stroking with my right hand and getting lost in one of the moments you’re sharing. Some of my favorites, in no particular order, are
First Time with Dad (everything!)
First With Mom and Aunt Linda (your mom’s face wet with her juices!)
Early Christmas Present (lots!)
Family Day (everything!)
Rookies (the mom, watching and telling you stuff about the son)
I picture it as you’re telling it but honestly pretty soon I’m building my own story with you and your partners going further or in different situations while I’m getting to my own orgasm. I cum hardest to the ones that even hint at full family participation and, yeah, I know you hate the “open family” trope and I agree that it can’t be the reality.
The scenes that turn me on the most usually involve
You and your Dad
You and the young guys
You organizing something wild for Steve (or someone else, like the Church Deaconess story)
You in a swinging situation or getting nailed while everyone watches (please post one of these newer stories!)
I’ve shared with you before that one of my favorite stories is “Family Day” because, from beginning to end, it has such an incredible combination of you and Steve, you and your Dad, Steve and Linda in the living room and then you both with his Mom and “her guests” 🙃 The hints about her and him making it even hotter!
I’ve cum over and over to your stories more than any other author I’ve read and until recently, I’ve even preferred to reading your stories to WATCHING porn since they fire up my imagination like none of the many lame videos can.
I can’t cum as often as I used to but (since I’m single again 🙄) I certainly try, once or twice a day at least and you’re still playing a big part in that. I have my private stash of your stories up to “Family Photoshoot” as well as many you posted during your most prolific years, like you Mom’s “interview” I’d love to hear how you look back on her story now as well as how she’s doing these days. I’m sorry now I didn’t keep the ones you posted to SOL earlier 😐
Sorry, this reply became George RR Martin length novel (except I’ll actually finish mine! 🙂) so I’ll wrap up
I am incredibly grateful for all your hard work, thanks so much for everything you’ve written. I continue to enjoy snippets of them almost everyday and I still hope you can find the time and inclination to share some more recent ones and even some from the times in between then and now.
Luv ya long time!
Kelly,
I wrote you a story as you suggested. I debated on what story to tell and decided to recount a totally true story of a special night with "Little Lisa". Lisa was a college student who was only abut 4'11", a tiny little thing, small and slim. We had an adventure one spring night and here is the tale. Hope it has enough detail for you. Hope you are entertained by it. Hopefully it might even make you a little bit wet! I told you already how much I love to masturbate to your stories so maybe I can get the same response from you.
The story ended up being too long to cut-and-paste into a note and I don't see way to add an attachment. Last summer we sent each other a few notes and you were using the address pghpagirl@gmail.com. I'll send this story to this address, but I know how much you rightly value your privacy, so I would never abuse your trust. If you are not comfortable with receiving mail at this address I will delete it from my contact list and end all mailings to it.
I was going to send you a picture of me but a lot of my past was in the pre-digital days and later I always seemed to be the one taking the pictures when nudity was involved. If you would like, I'll pull out the old college yearbook and scan a few shots (clothed) of what I looked like when this story took place.
Happy reading (I hope)!!!!
ADVENTURES WITH LITTLE LISA
A little background
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The year is 1977. The late 60s saw the beginnings of sensual and sexual freedom. The suppressed morals of the Eisenhower years started to thaw and the honest acceptance of pleasure spread among the "Baby Boomer" generation. Our parents listened to Frank Sinatra and Benny Goodman. We were rocking out to Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix. No nudity at all in the US movies and a TV show could be censored for using words like "virgin" or "thigh". On TV and the movies, married couples were shown sleeping in separate beds. "I Dream Of Jeannie" was not allowed to show Barbara Eden's navel. Society and the media were buttoned up to the collarbone.
Then came oral contraception which led to sexual freedom and some say enabled the "Summer of Love", the Woodstock generation, and the hippie movement. Women quit wearing bras, tits swaying free and nipples proudly erect. Commune orgies, free love, X-Rated movies like Deep Throat were recognized as cultural landmarks if not common everywhere. The older generation mostly dug in their heels and resisted change, but the Boomers were everywhere and were not about to live an "Ozzie and Harriet" or "Leave it to Beaver" middle class lifestyle. We were a wave that was changing society.
These changes started mainly on the West Coast and gradually worked their way across the US. The Boomers were embracing the liberation of ideas and morals and most of the Boomers were college students at the time. So college campuses, sometimes begrudgingly, began to change as well. Gone were curfews for women's dorms. Opposite sex visitation began to be accepted. The legal drinking age was lowered from 21 to 18.
PARTY TIME!
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In 1977, I was a 28 year old grad student, teaching college "Intro to Political Science" by day and bartending by night. I had attended the same school as an undergrad and while it has always had a reputation as a 'party school', things had loosened up even more in the intervening years. Then one spring night, a campus wide party was held along the banks of the river which flowed along the edge of the campus. The river had its headwaters about a mile away in a lake fed by several natural limestone springs that put out over 10,000 gallons of crystal clear, pure water that was 70º year round. The university had a park along the banks that was a hangout for all the students who would dress as skimpy as possible, oil up their bodies and hang out and hook up every afternoon. Indeed, life was exceedingly good.
On that fateful evening, over 1,500 students were there in the park, listening to a couple of bands perform and hanging out on the lawn along the river. And, for the first time the university administration had relaxed the ban of alcohol on campus. So the crowds were there, ready to do a little drinking and, hopefully each other. Let the games begin.
The Party
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Around sundown, the college kids started streaming into the park. I had to bartend until about 7 so it had already hit their stride when we arrived. I had ridden with some of the other employees from the bar and we mixed and mingled with our friends that were there as well as members of the opposite sex with whom we wished to become better "acquainted." The sexual tension was high as was the overall sense of springtime fun.
In my wanderings, I ran across a group of friends who were regulars at the bar including Sue, Lauren, Connie, Renee and Lisa. They were mostly art majors and not at all reserved. We were all good friends, but my only physical contact with any of them to that point was a little grab ass and light makeout sessions in the back room of the bar with a couple of them. When you are a bartender, everybody else hooks up and leaves at closing time while the bartender remains to wash glasses, clean toilets, mop floors, etc. Such a glamorous life! But here I was sitting with these ladies, all of them beautiful, hot and sexy in that art major sort of way. We were sitting on a king size quilt on the grass listening to the music and having a good time.
As we sat through the evening, one by one the girls would get up to get a beer, talk to other friends, flirt with guys and just mingle. Gradually, as the night went on they had all left except me and Lisa. It had begun to get cool during the evening so we used that as an excuse to move under the quilt to "stay warm".
Lisa
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Until now, Lisa and I had just been friends from the bar but nothing physical had ever occurred between us. I am 6'6" tall and Lisa was 4"11" tall so we made an 'interesting' couple. I am somewhat athletically built. Lisa was built like a ballerina, lean with a narrow figure and a-cup breasts. As was the case in the 70s, Lisa often went braless with her eraser nipples showing through her tight t-shirt. It ALWAYS made me happy when we would speak and I would see her nipples get stiff and harder as we spoke. Just like my dick would. She had a thin, cute face with blue eyes and short curly dark red hair. I was super attracted to her, but she was usually quiet and shy and before now, it seemed that she was always in a group of people while I was working, so we had never really had the chance to be alone together. Until now.
Act I, Party in the Park
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I'm not sure if it was really all that cool, but what the hell! Let's snuggle under the quilt. I wrapped my left arm around Lisa and pulled her tiny body against mine while she rested her head on my shoulder as we listened to the band begin the final set of the evening. I looked down at Lisa and she looked back up at me. She had a beautiful smile on her face, her eyes flashing. And she had a look on her face, a look like she had just asked me a question and was waiting for me to answer. I put my hand against her cheek, bent down and kissed her. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back like we were long lost lovers. Kissing and "making out" has always been one of my favorite "hobbies." I love to see how aroused I can make my partner by just kissing, a light touch to the cheek or neck, brushing the hair from her face, holding her shoulders, wrapping my arms around her. Apparently, Lisa was a fan, too. As we kissed under the quilt, she raised her knee so that her thin thigh was over my lap, rubbing me inside my jeans. Her hands roamed over my chest, inside my shirt, stroking me and playing with my nipples. She moved her hips, rubbing herself against my thigh. I ran my hands along her body as well, stroking and caressing. I caressed her tiny breasts and felt her hard nipples against my palms. I slowly and gently ran my hands along her sides, up her thighs and placed my hand against her pussy mound, feeling the heat and dampness through her jeans. Her hands cupped my face and we kissed and stroked as the band finished up their last set. The thought of completely hiding under the quilt, stripping naked and fucking each other's brains out demanded my attention. But all the lights were on, there were still several hundred people milling around as the crowd began to drift ot of the park. It occured to me that if the cops did a walk through and caught us, I would probably lose my teaching job. So we called time out, buttoned back up and moved back on top of the quilt.
A brief intermission
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Gentleman that I am, I made an offer to Lisa to drive her home. After some quick math, we realized that my car was still at the bar where I left it when I caught a ride, about six or eight blocks away. Lisa's apartment was much closer so we decided to walk to her place and she would give me a ride back to my car.
The park was across a road from the campus. There was an intersection right across the road with very bright street lights, possibly to keep people from driving into the river. At this intersection was a part of the river that was just downstream from a retaining dam that made a spillway. The stretch was surrounded by cypress trees, including a rope swing and was a popular swimming spot during the day. At night, however, the trees and bright lights hid this "swimming hole" from the road. On a couple of occasions, I had been skinny dipping at night with friends at this spot. I asked Lisa if she knew about this spot's reputation and she said "No. That sounds like FUN. Let's do it!"
Act II, Shall we gather at the river?
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I sat down to take my boots off (we are in Texas, after all!), stood up and took off my shirt. I looked over to Lisa and she was already completely naked and diving into the river, her tiny figure and skiny little butt disappearing into the river like a water nymph. I hopped on one foot as I tried to see how quickly I could get my pants off and dove in after her. Because of the nearby spillway, the water was swirlling and bubbling around us like a hot tub. The crystal clear water was only 70º but we didn't notice the chill. I swam over to Lisa, wrapped her in my arms and we began to kiss again like we had under the quilt in the park. Only now we were naked, floating with our heads just above water, feeling the warmth of each other's body in the chill water. Lisa had her arms around my shoulders as we kissed and drifted. She slid up my body, and reached down between us and wrapped her little hand around my rock hard cock. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. Lisa smiled and let out a little giggle. She pushed me on my back slightly, slid along my body while still holding onto my dick and impaled herself onto me in several long, slow thrusts. We both gasped at the same time in a wave of pleasure. My hard dick slid into her warm wet pussy. Her body heat was an amasing contrast to the cool surrounding water. She rode me as we drifted in the water. I wrapped my hands around her slim hips and slowly raised her up and down. We were both so excited by the erotic nature of our act and by a mutual lust for each other that it didn't take long for us both to reach a glorious, ecstatic climax. Lisa' nipples hardened even more as she arched her back, closed her eyes and made mewing sounds like a little kitten. She was so sexy that I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my back, thrust my hips and felt my dick swell and throb as I shot a tremendous load, shot after shot of my hot cum, seven shots as deep into her pussy as I could reach. The feel of my swollen cock shooting my hot cum into her set Lisa off on another, stronger orgasm, only seconds after her first one. Fortunately, I am tall enough so that I could stand on the bottom as we held each other, shuddering as the aftershocks of the outstanding orgasms we had given each other. We kissed again for several minutes as I slowly wilted enough to slide from her pussy without going completely soft.
We drifted holding each other in the gently swirling current before we got out, dried ourselves on the king size quilt we had been carrying and got dressed. As we dressed, Lisa saw that I was still half hard. She took me in her hand, bent over and gently kissed my dick.
Act III, On the Road Again
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As we continued our trek along the road to Lisa's apartment, we passed by the university's tennis courts. There were several courts laid out with center court in the midde with its grandstands where intercollegiate matches were held. Suddenly, out of nowhere a perverse idea crossed my mind. "Have you ever fucked in front of the stands at center court?" I asked Lisa. A huge smile on her face, a giggle in her voice, she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the court. We frantically started undressing each other, laid on the middle of the court and started fucking like there would be some kind of prize for our performance. I lay on top of her, holding her tiny ass in my hands as I pumped away. We laughed like maniacs as we imagined the stands full of spectators watching us fuck, loudly cheering and applauding and masturbating as we once again drove each other to a blue moon climax. She let out a loud high pitched squeal as she spasmed beneath me. I groaned loudly as I once again shot spurt after spurt of my cum into her tight red haired pussy. Oh so tight. Oh so sweet. Oh so special. Our imaginary crowd gave us a standing ovation as they, too came along with us, dripping throbbing pussies and swollen spurting dicks as a sign of their appreciation of our exhibition.
Act IV, Are we there yet?
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By now, Lisa and I both were as giddy as a couple of 8th graders who thought they had just invented sex! We reluctantly pulled our clothes back on and staggered back onto the road to continue our oddesy to her apartment. Arms around each other holding each other tightly, we continued on our way. As we neared the edge of campus, we passed by the intramural football fields. No stands, but just a large flat grassy area big enough for a couple of football fields marked off with yard lines. I looked down at Lisa. She looked up at me. Apparently the same thought crossed our minds as we both quietly said "50 yard line!"
Holding hands, we dashed out to the 50 yard line, once again quickly stripped naked and got after it again. This time, I lay on my back on the grass. Lisa straddled my hips and lowered herself. She leaned forward, took my face into her hands and gave me a long, long, drawn out passionate kiss which got me hard (again!) in no time. She reached down between us and took my hard cock in her hand and rubbed it against her pussy lips. My first load had been washed away in the river but my load from the tennis court was still inside her and I felt its slick warmth against the tip of my dick as she rubbed it along her pussy lips and around and over her clit. I reached up and took her breasts into my hands and gently tweaked her nipples and stroked her breasts and she worked herself over me, using me like a 6'6" dildo. Finally she slowly slid her way down onto me, slow, warm and silky. As she slid down, I could feel the tip of my dick gently kissing against her cervix, way up inside of her body. I could have tried to push myself deeper but there was no reason to. Lisa was in control of this fuck and I let her set the pace and depth. It felt so good for both of us. I grabbed Lisa'a hips and slowly moved her back and forth, not up and down, so she could feel me rubbing against her pussy walls and nudging her cervix. We lay like that, fucking in the moonlight in the middle of a field for all to see, thinking of nothing, only feeling the pleasure we were giving each other. The whole world was between our hips.
Lisa rode herself to several satisfying, shuddering orgasms, her eyes closed and a serene smile on her face. After about 15 minutes (who was keeping time?) I finally felt another surge rising. This would be my third in about an hour. I felt myself throb and swell even more that last time as I slowly reached the point of my release. It felt amazing, like an electrical current running through my body as I began another hot cum shower for Lisa's tight little pussy. Although the volume of cum was much less. I spewed three or four shots of my cum directly into Lisa's cervix as she shook and moaned. She laid down on my chest as I cupped her bottom in my hands and slowly stroked her back as we came down from yet another glorious fuck. Maybe the best one of the night.
Act V, Yes, we are there yet!
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Finally, we got to Lisa's apartment. She had a couple of beers in her refrigerator and as she was getting them out, I got behind her, kissed the side of her neck and gently fondled her breasts. She turned her head, almost dropping the beers and returned the kiss. I started taking off her shirt and we slowly took each other's clothes off, stopping to kiss and fondle each other as the clothing piled up on the kitchen floor. It was late, but we spent the next few hours naked in each other's company just enjoying life. I'd like to say we continued fucking all night long, but this is a true story that actually happened just as told. We laughed and enjoyed each other's naked company. She showed me some of the paintings she had done that semester and they were good. We explored and examined each other's bodies, she turned on by my size and me turned on by her lack of size (most of my previous girlfriends had been in the 5'10" range). We played, stroked, tweaked, kissed and groped each other's private parts, unashamedly. We taught each other about what kind of kinks we had, what kind of things made us horny and little tricks to use to turn each other on. I learned that night how much I enjoyed having MY nipples kissed. We were like two innocent kids playing show and tell with each other.
Eventually, we got a few hours of sleep. We got up in the morning, took a shower together and she drove me to where my car was parked. I drove to straight to campus to teach a nine o'clock class wearing the same clothes as the night before and smelling faintly of sex and pussy despite the shower. I was tired, but I had a smile on my face that lasted all day long. And a sweet memory to last a lifetime.
As I mentioned in my first blog entry, I LOVE when my readers write to me and tell me in detail what hey think about when they masturbate about me. This one wasn't long but I could just feel the intensity of his desire for me!
Hi Kelly,
You asked me if I masturbate to you. Yes, I especially love the stories where you seduce married men - men like me.
A long time ago you got upset with me for something I said online. To be honest I don’t even remember what it was anymore. But because of you putting me in my place this is one of the erotic stories I think about when masturbating.
I’m on a subway late at night. You come on the subway with Kristen, Beth, and Brenda. There is no one else on the subway car. The four of you circle me and push me to the ground. Each of you is wearing a strap-on. You are in front of me and push my face into your wet pussy. Beth and Brenda are on each side of me. Kristen is behind me. Kristen ties my hands behind my back. All four of you remove my clothes. Kristen puts lube in my ass crack. She has a huge 12” dildo in her strap-on. Kristen starts to pump into my puckered ass. Meanwhile the person in front of me gets her pussy eaten. If she doesn’t cum I get whipped twenty times.
Beth has setup her iPhone camera recording the scene and sending it to the Cloud. Kelly, unbeknownst to me, has FaceTimed my wife to tell her that her husband wants you to watch something. Every five minutes the four of you rotate around me taking turns. The woman in front of me gets her pussy eaten. The woman behind me pegs me nice and hard. After an hour you tell me that you FaceTimed the whole scene and my wife has been watching the whole time. My wife is a prude and wants a divorce.
You collar me and pull out a leash from your pocket. I’m crawling on all fours as you tell me, I’m your property and slave now. You now own me.
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I know that is not the type of thing you are into but I loved it when you put me in my place a long time ago. Whatever it was it made you upset enough to write about it to your site. I honestly don’t remember why. I’m glad that it was a long time ago and forgotten.
Much love,
(name withheld)
I love when people write to me and one question I typically ask is, "Did you masturbate about me when you read about me?" To me, nothing expresses someone's appreciation than to find they masturbated bout me while reading it!
Here's the response I recently received from one guy (I won't publish his name here) when I asked him if he masturbated about me....
I do and I do. Frequently! Works every time. In fact, I'm hard now looking at your picture in your little black dress with your string of pearls in front of the fountain while I undress you with my vivid imagination.
I walk up behind you while your cousin Tammy takes your picture. I unzip your dress and let fall around your ankles. Since you didn't wear any underwear today, I easily gaze at your naked body from behind. The camera clicks as Tammy excitedly takes more pictures of your slim nude form. I slide off my shorts and shed my top to stand behind you. Your pink heels make you taller, but at 6'6", I tower over you.
Slipping up behind you, I gently kiss your neck from behind as I reach around you to gently cup and fondle your perfect breasts, tenderly rolling your nipples between my fingers. I step up to you placing my hardening dick against your lower back as you turn to kiss me. I slowly grind against you as one of my hands slowly strokes down your shoulder, across your slim stomach and reaches your special woman's place.
[You have to help me now; are you shaved and smooth or delightfully downy?]
As Tammy keeps snapping away, I slowly turn you around, never breaking the kiss. I hold you, my arms around you while I gently stroke your back and cup your ass in my hands, grinding our hips together. I sit on the edge of the fountain with you standing between my legs. I reach my hands around your hips and gently lift you, placing you on my lap with your legs now around my hips.
Tammy steps over to line up my rock hard, stiff penis with your very hot, very wet pussy. I slowly lower you onto my cock and we sit there motionless for a moment staring into each other's eyes. The feeling is exquisite, with you feeling the fullness of my cock inside your smooth velvet sheath. I feel your quivering pussy walls around my twitching cock. I slowly start moving you up and down as Tammy kneels in front of us, camera clicking away. After just the right amount of time, our arousal takes over and we fuck in earnest. I feel your pussy start to spasm as your eyes betray your impending orgasm. You shake and let our a squeal which sends me over the edge, too. I begin to flood your pussy with my hot cum, deep inside you, as deep as a dick can go into you. I go rigid with the strongest orgasm that I have ever had, cumming and cumming. All captured by Tammy's camera.
We rest for a moment, sitting forehead to forehead. You are straddling my lap as my cock begins to almost soften. I lift you from my lap and watch as my cum cascades from your sweet pussy. Tammy comes over, kneels between my knees and licks my cock clean of my cum and yours. I stand, embrace you and give you a long, passionate kiss before helping you get dressed, gentleman that I am. I get dressed, we kiss again and we part, never having said a single word to each other. But both knowing that this is an experience that neither of us will forget.
Sorry to get carried away and since I wrote this on the fly forgive any spelling, grammar and syntax mistakes. Just having fun. Although I still haven't learned how to type while stroking my dick. I hope you get some enjoyment knowing that you have inspired at least one fan. I've gotten a lot of mileage out of the picture you sent me. Wish I had more but thankfully my imagination and that picture always get me hard and started on the way to a glorious orgasm.