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“Uuuuuhh…uuuuhh…ooooowwwccchhh” Carol winced softly. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” She was doing much of the work, fucking my fingers with her asshole. Carol was gasping for air. “Ohhhhh…uhuh…aaahhh…Goddamn…aahhh! Aahhh! AAAHHH!” A gush of pussy juice coated my hand as Carol’s body exploded in pleasure. The now familiar goosebumps rose on her ass as I watched her pussy drip onto the granite. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ass and bent down to lick her pussy. Carol moaned as my tongue explored her wet hole and played with her clit. “Eat me Jim,” Carol whispered. “Eat all of me.” I bent lower to suck her clit into my mouth, my nose practically inside her pussy. Then as before, I dragged my tongue across her pussy, her taint and across her asshole. Now when I pushed my tongue against her asshole, her anus opened and my tongue slid inside. Again, I was grossed out later, but Carol’s reaction urged me on.

With her head now closer she realised what she had inadvertently been getting dangerously closer to. Right beneath his pubic hair her father’s penis lay across his thigh, the business end pointing right in her direction. Sarah had seen a few penises when looking at porn and even her own father’s penis when she was a little girl in the showers at the pool, but seeing it now, so close and feeling the way she did took her breath away. Though smaller than in any of the pornos it was no slouch in thickness department, and it seemed to be barely hard at the moment. And unlike any of the shaved ones she saw in porn it was covered in a bush of pubic hair. Something about it made it seem so real! Which Sarah realised was a stupid thought. Of course it was real. It was her father’s real penis and balls right in front of her face. What was she expecting to find?

“Let me give you a ride, Jim. You don’t even need to change.” I said thanks and grabbed my stuff. I climbed into the passenger side. Mrs. B. was driving one of the massive cars of the day, a Delta 88 or something. She turned out of the school parking lot, turning away from the the way to my house. “I want to pick up something at my house first. Give you a chance to see where I live.”