breedable

Carol laughed as her tight pussy squeezed my flaccid cock out on to the kitchen counter. “Why yes, Jim, yes it was good,” she giggled in a mocking voice. “You’re so cute.” She pulled up her legs and put her feet on the counter, leaning back on her elbows. I was hypnotized watching my semen drip out of her fiery red hole. “You came a lot, didn’t you?” She flexed her pussy muscles sending a healthy gush of cum onto the kitchen counter. “Next time I’m going to make you clean me up.” Again with the “next time…” She spun over onto all fours and slid off the island. “But your cum is so yummy I want every drop.” She leaned over and began eagerly lapping up my jizz. I moved closer behind her to watch her bobbing head. I slapped her ass a couple of times with my limp cock. Not missing a beat as she cleaned the island of my cum, Carol reached back with both hands and spread her ass for me. “Put your dick in my crack. I want you hard again. We’re not done yet.”

Sarah made sure to get as much as she could on camera, having a bit of fun with it while she had the opportunity. She stuck her finger in it and pulled it out seeing the strand of liquid stretch out and snap over her lips. She bounced up and down and watched it jiggle about in her mouth. She pushed it around her mouth with her tongue, left and right, up and down and cupped her tongue so that pooled inside it. Finally, with nothing else left to mind, Sarah double checked the camera was recording cleanly and got a good angle. She tilted her head back making sure her mouth stayed in frame, then closed her mouth and swallowed. The thick puddle of cum slipped to the back of her mouth and then fell down her throat. She felt the heat of it slide down her neck, into her chest and then into her stomach. Opening her eyes, she opened her mouth and showed off to the camera the clean mouth and the confirmation she just swallowed a massive load.

The school year was coming to an end and I was busying myself with spring sports. I was doing track and field, distance events like the 1,500-meter run. I also tried my hand at pole vaulting, which did not go well. I had to quit vaulting before I really hurt myself. One particularly grueling Friday at practice, I noticed Mrs. B. in the bleachers watching. Faculty often wandered out to watch teams practice or play, but Mrs. B was rarely among them. She lingered when the practice was over, so I went over to say hi. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, even though she had been quite aloof in class or in the hallway.