You Can't Trust Science 	Maybe it's not right, putting the moral before the
story like that (old Bob Aesop is probably rolling over in his grave), but
this is one of those that ends with what Kurt Vonnegut likes to call a
"snapper". It's another true story, although this one is more the kind you
tell at a bachelor party. Everyone listens and grins that "Yeah, I been there"
grin, but when you hit that snapper, everybody's eyebrows go up and, in
unison, they all say, "Daaaaaaamn!" Do yourself a favor and don't just skip to
the end, you'll enjoy it a lot more. 	It was one of those California winters,
where the Birds of Paradise were still blooming and the convertible tops were
still down. I was on vacation from the frigid north, basking in the balmy
70-degree days and laughing at the natives who wore parkas during the arctic
65-degree nights. I had some friends living just outside of Newport Beach in a
flimsy little shack-on-stilts (I used to call them "Baba Yaga's huts," but
nobody ever knew what the hell I was talking about). I was staying with them
in the loosest sense of the word, which meant I dropped by every couple of
days to smoke a few joints, take a shower, and make sure my stuff was all
still there. 	I mostly crashed on the beaches or with people I met, who were
more than willing to put a generous toker up for the night. That's one thing I
liked about California - as long as you had some grass, you had food, shelter,
and the occasional warm body to keep you company. People tended to share with
you if you shared with them, and I liked that attitude. 	Anyhow, one fine day
I was out walking the beach, my fading buzz giving everything a pleasant
nimbus of warmth and color. Barefoot and bare-chested, the sun kept me warm
and the ocean breeze kept me cool. One eye always on the scenery, I caught
sight of a lovely blonde tanning face- down on a beach blanket, her extremely
ample bosom spreading out on each side, so to speak, where she had removed her
bikini top. As I ran an appraising eye tacitly over her body, a loud bark from
behind turned my head. I stuck my arm out in time to snag a frisbee out of the
air before it beaned the lovely sunbather on my left. I couldn't very well let
the fact that she didn't see it coming get her out of being grateful, so I
said something like, "Whoa, careful there!" as I grabbed it. 	She looked up
and smiled sleepily as she saw me. "Oh, thank y --" Her sentence was cut off
by that kind of overly-girlish shriek that is just too ridiculous to be taken
seriously as she noticed the black lab still chugging right for her, its eyes
still fixed on the frisbee. Too late I flung the disc back to the dog's owner.
With a sandy explosion, the dog collided with the woman, triggering a string
of obscenities that would have made Richard Pryor blush. The blonde stood up,
her hair now a sandy mess, and turned on me. She made quite an amusing sight,
shaking her little fists in rage as she cussed me out for.. wait a second,
cussed ME out? 	"You stupid fucking bastard, what the hell is your fucking
problem? That fucking fleabitten mongrel should be on a fucking leash, you
moron! One of you ought to be put to fucking sleep, and I don't know which I'd
rather see gassed first!" I had never run into such a mouth, and I was
absolutely dumbfounded, especially since it wasn't even my 'fucking' dog! She
had apparently forgotten about removing her bikini top, and her large, shapely
breasts jiggling as she reamed me inside out weren't improving my ability to
stay on top of the situation. As I tried to summon up a suitably dignified
reply, the dog's real owner showed up. Talking faster than a record at 78 RPM,
he spewed out a quick apology, grabbed the dog and beat a hasty retreat. 	Now
that it began to dawn on the girl what the real situation was, she blushed a
bit and cast her eyes downwards. As she did, she realized that she didn't have
anything covering her tits. She mumbled an "Oh, shit," and hastily turned her
back on me to put her top back on. Several onlookers chuckled and went back to
their previous activities. After recovering a bit of her composure, she turned
back to me and apologized. "I am -so- sorry. It's just that, well, I saw you
with the frisbee, and then the dog.. and I uhh.. look, I'm just really sorry."
Her hands did most of the talking, but she looked me straight in the eye as
she talked, which struck me as admirable; it's been my experience that most
people won't look you in the eye if they're apologizing or admitting they were
wrong. 	"Hey, don't worry about it," I said, trying to act magnanimous, "it
was an honest mistake. I probably would have come to the same conclusion if I
was in your shoes." Come on now, smile. 	"Thanks for being so understanding,"
she smiled. (Yes!) "Look," she said, glancing around a bit bashfully, "I think
I've had about enough sun here for today. Care to join me in a few drinks?"
"I'd love to," I replied, "but I've still got a couple months to go before I'm
legal." I probably didn't have to bring that up, I almost never got carded in
California, but better to put the cards on the table now than run into a
potentially embarassing situation later. 	She eyed me appraisingly, then
shrugged. "That's ok, we can just go back to my place. I'd like to get cleaned
up anyway." She spread her arms and favored me with one of those
am-I-a-mess-or-what? looks. I said okay, and helped her gather her stuff, then
slung it over my arm. "So it's true, chivalry isn't dead after all," she
smirked. "Nah, just mortally wounded." Ooo, how witty. "By the way, my name's
Dave. And yours?" "Casey." "So where do you live, Casey?" I asked her as we
stepped off the beach and onto the boardwalk. "Right there," she said,
pointing to a decked-out second-row beach house. It was my turn to eye her
appraisingly. Married? No ring, not that that meant anything. Probably just
daddy's little girl with a few roommates or something. Well, whatever. We
walked in the screen door and I whistled appreciatively. "Very, -very- nice."
The living room was huge, with a two-story ceiling and the sunward wall
nothing but windows. A big-screen TV and a stereo that looked like it belonged
in a radio station. A nice segue back into the dining room, a full kitchen,
and what I assumed was a bathroom. A set of stairs led to the second floor,
probably to a couple of bedrooms and another bathroom. In a nutshell, quite a
step up from Baba Yaga's hut. "Yeah, I get by." She walked back into the
dining room and slid open the door to a liquor cabinet. "What do you drink?"
Well, the answer was beer, but I didn't want to seem like a heathen or
anything. "What do you have?" "Everything." I didn't doubt it. "Surprise me."
She grinned, a little mischief playing across her pouty lips. "You like
surprises?" (Can you say 'foreshadowing'?) "Well, variety -is- the spice of
life." Argh, banter! Save me! She pulled several bottles out of the cabinet.
"I make a mean Long Island Iced Tea." "Sounds good." Whatever the hell -that-
was. That's another thing I noticed in California, nobody drinks beer or
whiskey or no-shit drinks like that, they all drink Sex on the Beach, Jungle
Juice, Blue Moons and anything else they can give a weird name. But hell, they
all wear designer clothes, so why not designer drinks? I guess it's just one
of those things. Well, I watched her make our iced teas, and I didn't see a
drop of tea go into 'em. Go figure. "Here you go," she said, walking over to
me and handing me the drink. I marveled at the way she walked, her hips
swaying in one direction as her tits swayed in the other. That bikini wasn't
leaving much to the imagination, either. Casey was about five feet nine inches
tall, with terrific slim legs ending in wide hips and a firm, round ass. Her
blonde hair reached just past her shoulders, shorter than mine, and her lithe
arms and taut belly met in the middle at the biggest, firmest breasts I had
ever seen outside of a porn movie. I found myself remembering how they looked
bare when I caught a peek at them on the beach, and shook myself out of it as
I took the drink. I took a deep pull and she gave me a funny look as she took
a little sip from hers. Oops, sipping drink. I sighed. "That's good. I got
damn thirsty being on the beach all day." "Yeah, me too," she said, her eyes
looking directly into mine, then slowly drifting down, taking in the details.
I have a thin, wiry frame, but with a well-defined chest and a washboard
stomach. My ragged cutoff jeans didn't cover a hell of a lot, though I
certainly wished they could have done something about my skinny legs. Her eyes
returned to mine, and we stared at each other for a moment before she said,
"Good lord, I am a total mess. I'm gonna go jump in the shower. Make yourself
at home, I'll be out in five, ok?" I nodded, and she bounded up the stairs, my
eyes glued to her ass the whole way. I set my Harley "I'll pay anything for
black leather" Davidson backpack on her couch and relaxed, sipping my drink. I
was just beginning to catch that nice alcohol buzz, and I gulped the rest of
my drink without further ado, then began to contemplate my hostess. Clearly no
older than 27 or 28, she was somehow able to afford a killer house like this
and all the trimmings that went with it. I suppose it's a bit sexist of me,
but my first thought was that she was somebody's wife or mistress, like a drug
dealer or a senator or something. I made a quick mental emergency escape
route, just in case. I was just beginning to wonder what the hell was in this
iced tea when the bathroom door upstairs opened and Casey's voice cascaded
down. "Why don't you come on up here, Dave? And do me a favor, reach into the
drawer under the TV and bring my purse with you." Well now, here we go. I
found her purse and headed up the stairs just in time to see her turn a corner
into one of the bedrooms, a towel wrapped around her. I followed her in,
smiling on the inside. Casey was sitting on a king-sized bed drying her hair
with a towel as I entered. She patted the bed next to her and I took a seat,
handing her the purse. She opened it and produced a fat bud and a really nice
meerschaum pipe. "I hope you don't mind...?" I indicated that I certainly
didn't, and we smoked two or three bowls, making the kind of small talk people
make when they only have time for six or eight words between hits. When we
finished, Casey heaved a happy sigh and fell back onto the bed. I began trying
to summon up enough telekinetic powers to make her towel move just -that-
much. She looked up at me and said, "Dave, would you rub some oil into my
back? I like doing it right after a shower 'cause it helps keep my skin nice
and soft." 	Well, that did it. I was in. "Sure thing." I grabbed the bottle of
coconut oil sitting on the nightstand as she rolled over onto her stomach. I
turned around and nearly creamed in my shorts. Casey hadn't bothered to cover
herself when she flipped, and her fantastic ass was staring me right in the
face. Her skin was sun-forged bronze, with tan lines in just the right places.
My cutoffs began to get a little tighter as I maneuvered over her, popping
open the bottle of oil. It was a plastic squeeze bottle, and as I squirted a
stream of oil along her back, she did that girlish little shriek again.
	"Jesus, that's cold!" I chuckled a little as I began rubbing it into her
neck, shoulders and upper back. Massage is something I've always been pretty
good at, and I tirelessly practiced the arts of 'sensual massage' with an old
girlfriend of mine. Casey began to mmmmmmm and ahhhh under my hands, and as I
moved downwards, I dug my thumbs in grooves along her lower spine, making her
groan slightly. 	"Sorry, was that too hard?" 	A husky voice answered me.
"Huh-uhhh, I like it hard." I began using the heels of my hands to press
circles at the base of her spine, and then spreading my fingers out and
sliding them up her ribcage. She started directing me lower and lower until my
hands were kneading her hips and my thumbs pressing against the cheeks of her
ass. "Why don't you put on some more oil?" Happy to oblige, I squirted a
stream of the sweet-smelling oil across her bottom, then began rubbing it in.
As I cupped the firm globes of her ass in my hands, I squeezed them slightly
and began rubbing in outward circles, slightly spreading her cheeks apart with
each stroke. 	I felt Casey starting to lift her butt up off the bed towards me
and, taking the hint, I began stroking slightly more intimate areas. I ran my
hands along her inner thighs, and she spread her legs a little to give me
better access. As she did, the first hint of her arousal reached my nose,
mingling with the heady scent of the coconut oil. My already hard prick began
straining against my cutoffs, begging me to let it out. But I have always
believed that the longer you wait for something, the happier you are when you
get it. Besides, a bit of explorative foreplay is always more fun when you're
stoned. 	As I slid my thumbs between her thighs, she let out a quiet whimper,
and I took that as the sign to proceed further. I pressed my thumbs gently
further down, caressing her outer labia, coaxing them apart. As I did this, my
index fingers slid in between her oiled ass cheeks, exposing her pink anal
opening. I paused on the edges, gently rimming her with my fingers, and she
began breathing faster and lifting her ass further off of the bed. Using my
left hand to caress one of her taut globes, I lightly pressed my right index
finger against her anus while sliding my thumb between her labia. 	When my
finger touched her asshole, she leaned back against me, forcing me to
penetrate her. She moaned more loudly now, and I marveled at how easily my
finger slid inside her. I smiled as I realized that here was a woman who had
plenty of anal experience. More importantly, however, she seemed to genuinely
enjoy it. My middle finger soon joined my index finger, and Casey began to get
a little more vocal. "Mmmm, yeah, finger my ass." As I worked my two fingers
in and out of her, I bent my head down and started to lick around the edges of
her hole, rimming her while I wiggled my fingers about inside. "Oohh, give me
a good rimjob.. please, baby?" I pulled my fingers out of her and she got up
fully on her knees, her ass spread wide while she laid her head on a pillow
and looked back at me, biting her lower lip expectantly. 	She looked like a
goddamn centerfold in that position, face down and ass up. It was with great
delight that I grabbed her cheeks in my hands, spreading her farther apart
with my thumbs, and began rimming her. Slowly tracing just the tip of my
tongue around her hole and up and down her crack, I then flicked it lightly
back and forth across her opening, eliciting a series of high-pitched moans.
	Casey's breathing was coming in ragged pants, and I knew she would come
easily with a little more encouragement. I slid one hand down to her pussy,
which was now very wet, her swollen clit jutting out from between her parted
labia. Sliding one finger inside her, I encouraged her juices to flow out and
lubricate her clit. Then I began manipulating her little bud with my thumb as
I worked another finger deep inside her, massaging the hot inner walls of her
pussy, searching for that magic spot that some women have. 	I don't know if I
found it or not, but I certainly achieved the desired results. She clenched
her fists, grabbing handfuls of the blanket, a strained look on her face as
she ground her crotch into my face, her moans escalating into loud cries of
ecstasy. I slithered my tongue into her asshole, flicking it around inside
her, then began jabbing it in and out as fast as I could, stimulating her
sphincter while I thumbed her clit and probed her twat with my fingers. The
combination was too much for her, and with a violent shudder and a startled
cry she began to come. I kept up the stimulation as her anal muscles
contracted around my tongue, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Her climax
ended with a series of exhausted "Hunnhh!"s, each a little quieter than the
last, until the only noise to be heard was that of her ragged breathing. 	I
pulled back from her then, removing my fingers and ceasing my tongue-lashing.
She took a few moments to recover, her breathing slowing down somewhat, her
body visibly relaxing. "Oh, God," she finally said, "that was fucking
fantastic." 	Running my hands over her back, I did a little tsk-tsk and said,
"Such language." 	Her mouth became suddenly pouty and she wouldn't look
directly at me. "Ohhh.. I have been a bad girl, haven't I?" I raised an
eyebrow. 	"Well, I certainly don't think your father would approve," I said, a
smirk on my face. 	She began to look a little upset and then in a meek little
voice, said, "Dave?" 	"Yeah?" 	"What.. what do they do with bad girls.. in
your family?" Well, my parents had almost never raised a hand against me, and
we didn't even -have- any girls in my family. But with the way her ass was
still stuck up in the air, and the tone of her voice, I knew where she was
heading. 	"Well, in my family, bad little girls always got a good spanking." I
tried to sound stern and a little on the angry side, but it was rather
difficult. I always thought the whole spanking thing was a little silly,
although I knew a lot of people enjoyed it immensely. An old girlfriend of
mine liked to be spanked and sure, I got a kick out of doing it to her, but
more for the nice view it afforded than anything else. 	Casey fidgeted a
little, then quietly asked me, "Are.. are you gonna spank me?" Jesus, if
you'll kneel down like that with your taut ass stuck up in the air, I'll do
damn near anything you ask. But no, that wouldn't do. 	"I dunno Casey, have
you been bad?" I stared at her until she looked away. 	"No.." she began, but I
didn't let her finish. Whack! She cried out, more from surprise than pain, I
think. 	"Tell the truth now, Casey." 	She sniffed a little for effect. "Well
I.. I guess I have been a little bad." Whack! I brought my hand down onto her
ass again, a little harder this time. It made a pleasing smack as it
connected, and she jumped a little. 	"Okay, okay," her voice began to waver a
little as I raised my hand again. "I.. I've been very bad." Whack! I paused a
bit, then smacked her once more, on the other cheek. Whack! The oil on my hand
and her ass was making the contact more effective. One side of her bottom was
already beginning to redden slightly. 	Being stoned, I've found, is always
better for role-playing. You are more able to rid yourself of prejudices and
preconceptions, and assume another persona much more easily. I used to play
all sorts of RPGs stoned and this was the same sort of thing, only without the
pizza and 20-sided dice. I found myself beginning to get into it. 	"I think
you'd better tell me what you've done, young lady." 	There was a pause. I
rewarded her silence with a solid smack and when she winced, I found myself
smiling. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer." 	"I.. I don't want
to." Wrong answer. Four sound whacks followed, the second pair harder than the
first. After the last smack, I left my hand to rest on her ass, feeling the
warmth it radiated as it darkened from a light pink. 	"You tell me now, or I'm
really gonna give it to you." Was it me who said that? Nah. 	"I met a man on
the beach and.. and.." I raised my hand. 	"And what, Casey?" 	"And I let him
see my titties." Whack! I was about to admonish her further, but she wasn't
done. "And I took him to my house and got him drunk.

Perfect Toes has Tons of woman foot fetish with hot xxx pictures and porno movies. woman foot fetish will be sure to give you a hard on your make your pussy wet wanting even more woman foot fetish Goto Perfect Toes today and get more woman foot fetish you will not be sorry. Thousands of Pictures of woman foot fetish. And hot sexy movies with woman foot fetish

Click Here to Enter Perfect Toes - #1 Site for woman foot fetish

" Whack! "And I let him in
my bedroom." Whack! After that, it was a steady stream of confessions and
retribution, her recounting our morning in vulgar detail as I spanked her ass
mercilessly. In the end, she was sobbing about how she let me finger her pussy
and lick her asshole, and she knew it was dirty but she liked it anyway. 	When
she finished, I spanked her one last time, a little lighter, almost fondly. I
rested my hands on her ass, and began slowly rubbing and massaging it,
soothing the burn I knew she -had- to be feeling. She was crying softly into
her pillow, and I hoped she was only faking as a few little pangs of guilt
jabbed me. She spoke again, surprising me. "And.. and there's one more thing."
I waited expectantly. 	She closed her eyes and said, "I want him to fuck me in
the ass." 	My pulse raced a bit. I paused a moment, then decided she was
waiting for me to spank her again. I obliged, but my heart wasn't really in
it. "And I want him to do it hard," (Whack!) "and deep," (Whack!) "and rough!"
Whack! I was extremely turned on, and it was hard not to just take her right
then, but I was determined to play her little game to the end. She turned her
head and looked me in the eye for the first time since we started. "Will you
do it to me?" 	I began to unbutton my cutoffs. "I'll do whatever you want me
to, Casey." My cock sprung forth as I slid my shorts down, hard as a rock. She
smiled lewdly, and reached back to spread the cheeks of her ass apart, and I
knew our innocent little girl game was over. 	"Then put it in me." 	I stepped
forward and climbed onto the edge of the bed, positioning myself behind her
upturned ass. Grabbing the bottle of coconut oil, I slicked up my dick with
it, then squirted a stream of it right onto her puckered asshole. She
squealed, then started to moan and wiggle as I worked one of my fingers inside
her, spreading the oil around inside her ass. 	When I was satisfied that she
was ready, I pulled my finger out and slid my prick up and down the crack of
her ass, then pressed the head gently against her waiting hole. I grabbed her
hips and began to slowly ease into her. My cock is about average length, but
I'm told that it is considerably thicker, and I didn't want to hurt her. She
responded by impaling her ass back onto my cock, saying, "Shove it in me baby,
just fuck me with it." 	I was a bit shocked, but she asked for it, so I gave
it to her. I took hold of her hips, and with one long thrust, drove into her
to the hilt. She let out a long groan, "Ooooaaaahh yeah, that's the way to do
it, baby, come on." I started pumping my hips back and forth while she rocked
her ass in perfect rhythm with me. I went slow at first, but her moans of
pleasure persuaded me that she was quite used to it, so I picked up the pace.
	I had had anal sex a few times before, but only with women who were trying it
for the first time or were very inexperienced. With them, I could only go
about halfway in and had to move very slowly, making it more of an exercise in
self-control than a pleasure. This was different, however. Pumping my cock in
and out of Casey's oiled ass, driving all the way in and watching her
sphincter cling tightly to me on the way out, was the way anal sex was meant
to be. Her round, firm tits swayed back and forth appetizingly as I pounded
into her, and her throaty moans and lewd words of encouragement egged me on.
	Casey swiftly shifted her position so she could reach her hand back to her
crotch, and began rubbing her clit. Her moans increased in intensity and
became more high-pitched as she stimulated herself. I felt things get a little
more crowded, and realized she had inserted a finger or two into her pussy and
was moving them around. The sensation was exquisite, her fingers massaging me
through the walls of her pussy as I fucked deep into her ass. 	Abruptly, she
said, "Stop for a minute, let's change positions." Always amiable to a little
variety, I slid out of her ass with an obscene sucking sound. She pushed me
down onto my back and climbed on top of me, squatting on the balls of her
feet. Grasping my cock firmly, she guided it into her heavenly ass once again.
I've always been torn between being a tit man and being an ass man, and Casey
was a perfect example why. When I banged her doggy style, I had a great view
of her fantastic ass, but didn't get much of a look at her tits. Now that she
climbed on top of me, I lost the view of her ass, but those perfect tits
almost gave me convulsions. It'll probably send me into therapy someday. 	She
easily had the largest breasts of any woman I had been with, and that's saying
quite a bit. They were beautifully shaped, firm and round, coming to a slight
peak in front where the nipples jutted out. I suspected surgical enhancement,
but I was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. They rose and fell with
each heaving breath, shuddering as she bounced up and down on my hard cock.
She was toying with her clit again as she kept one hand behind her to maintain
her balance. When she came down on my cock, she came down on it all the way. I
felt her fingers enter her pussy again and begin probing, rubbing against my
meaty prick. I suspected she was searching for that bundle of nerves, trying
to trap it between my thrusting cock and her probing fingers, to squeeze every
last ounce of pleasure out of it. 	She must have found it, because she
abruptly slammed down hard on my cock, rubbing her fingers around in circles
inside her slick pussy. We both moaned in unison, then grinned at each other.
She began rocking up and down on me more slowly now, working her fingers
inside of her. She took me in as deep as I would go, and I felt a tightening
in my balls as I began my final ascent to the plateau of orgasm. My cock
jumped inside her, and she began moaning louder. I reached up to play with her
tits, briefly wondering why I hadn't thought of it earlier. Her breathing was
becoming shallow and rapid, her breasts bouncing faster as she sped up her
rampage on my dick. 	I squeezed Casey's breasts in my hands, kneading the soft
flesh and rubbing my fingertips over her nipples. As her nipples hardened, I
tweaked and pinched them lightly between my thumb and index finger. Her cries
now reached a feverish pitch, each sharp intake of breath punctuated by a yelp
of ecstasy. The sight of her pounding up and down, her ass clinging to my cock
as she took me deep inside her, her tits bouncing and her face clenching into
a feral display of primal pleasure was too much for me. She slammed down onto
me one last time and with a mighty groan I exploded, my cock pulsing and
throbbing as it shot my hot jism deep into her ass. She came a moment later,
and her animal screams echoed off the walls as her ass rippled and sucked
every last drop of cum from inside me. Her fingers never stopped moving as she
rubbed herself over the edge, her slick juices coating her hand and thighs.
	Finally, exhausted, she collapsed forward onto my chest, my slowly shrinking
cock gradually wiggling its way out of her ass. She buried her head in the
crook of my neck and I wrapped my arms around her, gently running my hands up
and down her back. With a contented sigh, she rolled off me and onto her back
before standing up a bit shakily. She wobbled a bit and then grinned at me.
"Whew! That was a hell of a ride you gave me." She headed towards the bathroom
and said, "Let me go clean myself out real quick, I'll be right back." She
paused for a second and then said, "Unless you like giving enemas?" 	Not
really my scene, I replied, "Nah, I'll just lay here and convalesce for a
bit." 	She shrugged. "Some guys like that kind of thing," she said, and left
the room. I closed my eyes and relaxed a bit. Casey returned two or three
minutes later. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "It's really refreshing,
yaknow?" 	I didn't, but figured I'd nod anyway. She came and laid down on the
bed, resting her head on my chest as she curled up with me. We must have
fallen asleep for an hour or two, because when I woke up again, I turned my
head to look at Casey, and my prick immediately began to harden again.
Smiling, I slid down under the covers, my mouth seeking the delta of her
thighs. Reaching her crotch, I gently spread her legs a bit with my hands and
pressed my mouth in between. I heard a short gasp, then a sigh of arousal as
she woke. She wasted no time, grasping the sides of my head and repositioning
herself to give me better access. 	I began by licking her teasingly, just
rasping my tongue lightly across her outer labia, or flicking it along the
sensitive creases of her inner thighs. Her bush was neatly trimmed for the
purpose of wearing a bikini, and I noticed for the first time that she wasn't
a natural blonde. Her pussy lips had begun to swell up a bit and part for me,
so I stuck my tongue in between them and began licking her slowly, coaxing her
juices to start flowing. 	Casey didn't need much encouragement from me, and
indeed she began to get a bit impatient, thrusting her hips up off the bed to
force me to lick harder. I reached up and grasped her legs firmly under the
crook of each knee, then bent them slowly back. She relaxed her muscles,
making it easier, and flung the covers off the bed. As I pressed her legs
back, she grasped under her knees where my hands were and did some of the work
for me. Her pussy looked enticing, spread wide like it was, her knees pulled
back to her shoulders and her little clit swelling up, demanding my attention.
Her big, firm tits heaved as her breathing became more rapid. 	Placing my
hands on her thighs, I dove into her, licking up and down her slit. Delving
into her with my tongue, I used her juices to lubricate her hard clit, then
flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across it. Casey gasped loudly and
I began licking her more forcefully, applying pressure to her clit as I slid
my tongue across it. I then nestled the tip of my tongue in the little crook
under her clit and wriggled it around, making her squirm. I lifted one hand up
and caught hold of one of her tits, gently squeezing and kneading it before
tracing circles around her nipple, making it harden. 	She was really beginning
to warm up now, and her moans coupled with the sight of her fantastic body
writhing under my touch was warming me up as well. Casey eased her legs back a
bit further, lifting her ass up off the bed. It took me a second to figure out
what she wanted. I slid two of my fingers into her pussy, which was sopping
wet, and then pulled them out and pressed them against her ass. I could feel
her muscles relax as I worked them inside her one at a time, her smooth anal
walls contracting and clenching around my fingers as the stimulation of my
tongue on her clit brought her ever closer to the edge. Her moans were more
like loud cries now, tight with the tension of a building orgasm. 	It almost
startled me when she spoke. "Ohhh, fuck me now. I'm so wet, I want you inside
me when I come." I was only too happy to oblige, and withdrew my tongue and
fingers as I mounted her. Casey was right - she certainly was wet. I slipped
inside her with ease, and she moaned long and low as I plunged into her as
deep as I could. It was a bit of an awkward position for both of us, her legs
bent back awfully far and my back bending in ways it wasn't meant to with each
thrust. But from that angle, I was able to penetrate her very deeply, and each
time I did so, Casey's moans rose to a slightly higher pitch. 	After a few
more strokes, her face began to clench up and her cries began to string
together into one long wail. I began slamming into her as deeply and
forcefully as I could in that position, and her wailing was punctuated with a
loud grunt each time. I felt her orgasm begin, the inner walls of her pussy
tightening around me, then just spasming wildly as she grabbed my hips and
pulled me into her one last time. She cried out and held me there, and I
enjoyed the sensations of her grasping and clenching my cock inside her.
Finally her orgasm faded, and she collapsed back onto the bed in a panting
heap of flesh. 	It has been my experience that many women lose interest in sex
after they come (and I'm sure that can be said about plenty of men as well),
but Casey just took a quick breather and jumped right back into the ring. I
pulled out of her so she could lower her legs, then climbed back on top and
re-entered her. She thrust up to meet me as I drove into her, her wide hips
and slim tummy undulating beneath me. Unfortunately, Casey was so wet that
there wasn't much friction going on in there, and much to my surprise, I began
losing my erection. I think she felt what was going on, because she reached
over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of coconut oil, then proceeded
to dump a bunch of it all over her breasts. As she rubbed it in, kneading and
squeezing her firm tits, she said, "C'mon, I can't let you cum inside me. Why
don't you bring yourself up here and come between my tits?" 	I didn't need any
more encouragement than that. Titfucking was something I enjoyed but didn't
get the chance to do very often. I pulled out of her with some regret, and she
put a couple pillows behind her head. Then I sidled up her torso and smacked
my cock between her large, firm breasts. She immediately smothered it between
them, rubbing her slick globes around, smearing oil all over my shaft. I then
began moving my hips back and forth, and I hardened again in no time. Casey
looked up at me with a devilish grin. She licked her lips slowly, then leaned
her head forward and took me in her mouth at the end of each thrust, her
tongue darting back and forth across the bottom of my shaft as she sucked the
tip of my cock. 	I was in seventh heaven, buried between her huge oiled
breasts, with her licking and sucking me at the end of each stroke. I wish I
could have had a camera, because it was definitely a Kodak moment. The sight
alone was enough to push me over the edge, not to mention the fantastic
sensations and Casey's nasty little mouth encouraging me to shoot my load. She
was a terrific woman, with no inhibitions, who really seemed to enjoy making
me come almost as much as she enjoyed coming herself. Speaking of which, I
began to feel that tightening deep in my loins, and told Casey I was about to
come. She grinned and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and
licking my glans. My balls clenched at the sight, and my cock started to jump
and pulse between her oiled tits. 	I thrust as far forward as I could, one
last time, and I wrenched out a loud groan as the first jet of cum shot forth.
It left a long stripe down her face and kept going, splattering against the
headboard a foot or two behind her head. Most of the rest landed in her mouth
or on her neck, and I was impressed that she didn't flinch or turn her head
when the occasional stray glob splashed across her cheek. She smiled and
Mmmmmmmed the whole time, mashing her oiled breasts around all over my cock,
milking me for all I was worth. It seemed like I came forever, and when I
finally did finish, she leaned forward and took me fully into her mouth,
sucking me clean as a whistle. 	I love being sucked right after an orgasm, and
she did it expertly, not applying too much pressure or licking the head too
much. After she pulled it out of her mouth, she licked her lips and made quite
a show about licking up all the jism she could. She was still a bit of a mess
though, and she did have some in her hair, so I suggested we get cleaned up.
We took a nice hot shower, then soaked together in her tub for awhile and
smoked a couple. We went on to have sex a few more times that night, each time
a little different, trying new things, grabbing another toke or a bite to eat
in between. 	I wound up spending the night there, and I slept like I hadn't
slept in years, completely exhausted. I felt fantastic when I awoke the next
morning, ready to go run laps like Benny Hill or something. I thought about
waking Casey for an early morning roll in the hay, but figured she'd feel a
lot better if she woke up on her own. So I slipped out of bed and went
downstairs, since I was absolutely -starving-. I spent a few months working as
a short order cook in Georgia once, and can whip up a damn good breakfast when
I'm in the mood. I made some french toast, eggs, and some of my famous
hashbrowns (scattered smothered 'n covered, for you Waffle House fans). I
poured two glasses of OJ and grabbed some fruit from the fridge for good
measure, put it all on a nice mahogany tray and took it upstairs. 	Casey
stirred as I came in the room, and her eyes lit up as she saw what I was
carrying. "Oh, Dave! That's so sweet, I'm -starving-!" Great minds think
alike, I guess. I set the tray down on the bed and sat down next to her. She
propped herself up on her elbow and leaned her head against my chest. The
sight of her body was sending my mind in certain directions again, and she
just laughed when she felt the motion under the sheets. "-After- breakfast,
okay?" 	"Right, sorry. You just look much more appetizing." She smiled and
began to dig in. I joined her, and after breakfast was finished, I took the
tray back downstairs and put the dishes in the sink. I went back up and Casey
smiled and beckoned for me to come to bed. 	I slid under the covers and she
told me again how nice it was of me to make her breakfast. "I haven't had a
guy make me breakfast in bed in twenty years." That caught in my mind. Twenty
years? 	"Oh yeah?" I was beginning to become a little curious here, but I
wanted to be tactful. "Who was the last person to make you breakfast?"
Probably her dad or something, right? 	"My first husband." Hmm. Well. I did a
little mental math, and concluded that even if she married at West Virginia
age, she'd still have to be mid 30's by now. 	Casey laughed, and for a moment
I thought she was going to tell me she was only joking. "How old did you think
I was?" 	"Well, I dunno, 27? 28?" She laughed again, and rolled so that she
was leaning over me. I tried to keep my eyes on her face and not her pendulous
breasts. It was a difficult battle. 	"I'm 39, Dave." I boggled at the concept.
Not because she was 39, but because when a woman says she's 39, she tends to
be more like 43 or 45. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't suddenly repulsed or
even mildly disturbed that I had just repeatedly had sex in almost every
conceivable manner with a woman who was more than twice my age. I was just
extremely shocked. I shit you not when I say that Casey had the face and body
of a woman no older than 27 or 28. I suspected breast implants earlier, now it
was obvious that she was a product of modern surgical methods. A veritable
poster child, in fact. 	"I'm sorry, I would have told you earlier," she said,
bringing her arms together to further emphasize her succulent breasts, "but
you didn't seem to give a damn." 	"I still don't," I said, leaning up to kiss
her while cupping her perfect tits in my hands. We had sex a couple more times
before I left that afternoon, a little confused, a little wiser, and probably
a bit more cynical. Hell, call me sexist, I'm all for science if it can put a
knockout 27-year-old body on an experienced, uninhibited 40-year-old woman. I
still fantasize about that encounter probably more than I do about most
younger women I've been with. Yep, science has come a long way, and improved
our lives in countless means, but god damn, you -still- can't trust it. 

Sexy woman foot fetish - Hot woman foot fetish in these Xxx Pictures and Porn Movies at Perfect Toes