Just look at that." "I wish I could." "Oh, it's beautiful. I'm so big and hard and you're so wet and juicy...oh, your muscles are contracting around me and it feels so good..." "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Our words deteriorate into wild noises and the world is nothing more to me than water pouring down and cock filling me up. I can't even move, the best I can do is stand there and receive. "Can I come?" he asks, pausing for a moment. "No. I want to watch. I want to watch you when you come, and I want you to watch me. How's that sound? That sound good?" "Oh, yes! Please." He thrusts once more. I grunt and push against him again. "Feels so good" I sigh. "Yeah, but stop or I'll come now, inside you."

"You wash me now." "Okay." He washes my shoulders and my arms and my breasts, then turns me around and starts on my back. "Nice," I say. He washes my rump, one hand soaping, the other exploring my pussy. He puts his middle finger in me while he washes my pubic hair. I moan and bend over a little. This gives him an idea, namely to replace his finger with his prick. I moan as it goes into me at an entirely different angle than I've ever felt it. I bend over further, holding on the the hot and cold dials for support. Water is running into my eyes, and when I open my mouth to make an appreciative groan, my mouth fills with it, but I don't care. It's good, so good, the shower beating on my back and his huge, hard cock pounding into my body. My legs are getting too wobbly to stand on, so he holds my hips and I lean back on him as he thrusts in and out of me. He moves slowly and gently for a time, then all of the sudden slams against my ass, driving his cock in me as deep as it can possibly go. The impact is so stunning it makes me yell. "I'm sorry!" he says. "For what?!" I pant. "Didn't I hurt you?" "Oh, God, no, it felt...uhn!" I grunt, thrusting back against him..."amazing!" "In that case..." he says. He does it again, then renews fucking me at a reasonable rate. "Oh, look at that" he says. "Look at my hard cock sliding in and out of your cunt.

“What a mess you are. Let’s get into the shower and
clean up a little. Then, it’s time to eat…I think we’ll need
the food to keep our energy up, don’t you?”

Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn’t be
very long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our
impression of mink in heat.

Locking down my newly discovered determination
(developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later
if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing
quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the
session without a miocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old
insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest
of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated
from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticable
compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my
labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my
feet and moving.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

Archive-name: Violent/tuffgirl.txt Archive-author: P.M. Archive-title: Teacher Humiliated By Tough School Girl For the past four years I've taught health education at a racially mixed high school in Long Island. I'm 26-years-old, 5'5" and I weigh 135 pounds. I guess I'm about 10 pounds over weight but I do have 36D boobs and long, blonde hair and I'm considered attractive. I've never been interested in sports or in any physical activities. You could say I'm a couch potato. In fact, my ex-husband tried to get me to do sit-ups which I was incapable of doing. Rich my husband, says he's always been turned on by soft women, so my softness is a turn-on to him. He's always brining Cavalier and Nugget home and we turn-on together reading the letters and the fights, especially when black girls are beating up white girls. As I said, I teach at a racially mixed school and almost all the fights between black and white students are started and finished by the black girls. Up until last year I had never been in a fight in my life but all that changed the day I had to discipline a girl named Yvette, a 17-year-old, black student in one of my classes. She was disturbing the class and I finally had to have a security guard escort her to the principal's office and she was suspended from school. At the end of the school day, I drove home and when I walked to the front door and had my keys out, a hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm. My legs went to jelly as I turned and stood face to face with Yvette. Her nails dug deep into my soft arms as pain shot through my body. She took the key and opened the door then pushed me ahead of her. She opened the door behind her and started to scream at me, calling me every filthy name in the book. She was like a wild woman and all I could do was stand helplessly in front of her. Yvette was my height, but probably weighed about 115 pounds. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and her arms appeared to be very strong and wiry. She walked toward me with a look of hate in her eyes. I was moving back towards the bathroom, thinking maybe I could lock myself in when all of a sudden, she closed the distance between us and slapped me across the face. I felt my face redden as tears started to pour down my cheeks. I truly didn't know what to do. My mouth had gotten so dry, I couldn't speak. Yvette ripped my blouse down, popping my buttons, and ripped off my bra. My hand went instinctively to cover my tits, but she grabbed them and forced them down to my sides. Then she grabbed my skirt and pulled it up to my waist pinching my sides. I stood before her blubbering like a baby. Then, just as suddenly as she began her attack, she stopped and backed off. The look on her face was so hateful and cruel. "Bitch, I'm gonna' kick your white ass and just about kill you!" She continued to repeat her threats as she slipped off her T-shirt and jeans. She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples topped her firm black tits that stood straight out. Her legs were thin but not muscular and her ass looked solid under black lace panties. Yvette walked over to me and grabbed hold of my skirt, yanking it down and off me. I felt ashamed as she yanked me toward her by my hair. Then she started slapping me across my face. Even though I was eight or nine years older, and 25 pounds heavier, I was completely intimidated by this tough black bitch. Her hands grabbed my soft breasts as she pinched and squeezed them pulling my nipples and slapping them hard. I tried to hit her but she didn't seem to even notice my attempts. One of her hands slid down between my legs and I found myself being lifted off the floor and thrown down on my back. Yvette grabbed my ankles and spread my legs over and behind my head. She kept me like this for a while then got up and stood over me. "Ms. Mason, you fucked me over, now I'm gonna' fuck you up!" I'll never forget the look on her face or her words as she stood over me. "You fat white cow, I'm gonna' tear your tits off and stuff them up your cunt! Then I'm gonna' tear your fat white ass apart and you'll be begging me to stop!" As Yvette was terrorizing me with her words, I could see that she was actually getting sexually excited. With one hand, she was rubbing the crotch of her panties and her black nipples started getting very erect and firm. There was a growing wet spot on her panties and a glazed look in her eyes. Yvette then kneeled down between my legs, still rubbing her own pussy through her wet pants and with her other hand, she started to play with my thighs, pinching and twisting the soft flesh. This started me sobbing again and as I laid helplessly on the floor she'd give a pull on my pussy hairs forcing me to cry out in pain.

Slim blonde fucking and giving head in these hardcore photos Then she positioned herself over my body with her face directly above mine. She started to spit on my face forcing my mouth open and drooling into it. As she was doing this, her body stiffened as she ground her pussy into mine and I knew she was reaching orgasm. The smell of sex was in the air as her hands once more went to my pussy. She tore off my panties then spread my legs and started rubbing my ass and pussy with the crotch of my underpants. Then she put the panties up to my mouth and forced me to lick the crotch. I was humiliated as the smell of my urine and cum filled the air around me. After she finished with me, Yvette got up and walked over to the couch, removed her panties, spread her legs apart and began to masturbate. "Bitch!" she said, "crawl over here!" I turned over and got up on my hands and knees and did as I was told. My big, soft tits were flopping around as I crawled over to where Yvette was sitting waiting for me. She forced me to lick her black feet and toes and then another orgasm racked her body, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her wet pussy. Cum flowed out of her cunt and her hard thighs held my face close to her pussy lips. I was waiting in the booth at three as I was told. I was beginning to wonder how Randy expected me to help him pass his class. I mean he was a senior, and I was only a freshman. All his classes were at least two years ahead of me. He got to the booth right at three. I had expected him to tell me to get undressed. I figured he would want to use me before we began to study. To my surprise, he told me to follow him. He lead me through the halls to Mr.. Anderson's room. Mr.. Anderson was a teacher who taught freshmen through senior english. I had thought him to be the best teacher I ever had. He was funny and bright, and made me really want to learn. I tried harder in his class than in any other. As Randy and I entered the room, I could see a few things had changed since my last class with Mr.. Anderson this afternoon. His desk had been cleared away, and a sheet had been placed over the top of it. As I entered the room, a really bad feeling came over me. I didn't know why, but that sheet looked rather ominous to me. I saw Mr.. Anderson sitting behind his desk looking out the window. As Randy shut the door, he turned to face us. He gave me a glance, then turned to Randy saying, "Does she know what is going on?" get more reality sex at reality-porn-xxx.com

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had no idea she would say “That sounds like a great idea!” when I
suggested she join my wife and me for an evening. And the lack of
resistance when I asked Jan about it didn’t really make me feel
too badly.

Here we were together in the hotel suite after an evening of din-
ing and dancing. Sally liked Tuborg Gold Tequila and Jan liked
Manhattans. I was all set for both. We sat and had a few drinks,
when Sally asked Jan to join her in a joint. She never had be-
fore, but was willing to try. I had just quit smoking a few years
before, so didn’t dare join them. (more…)

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