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How It GoesSuzie is a big girl. I don’t know women’s sizes but she was half again as wide as a skinny woman. Her fleshy round arse hangs like as perennial provocation from the small of her back. It sways when she walks and spreads when she sits. If her butt doesn’t drive blood into a fellow’s cock the roll-up-my-prick fold beneath her ample tits would. A second fold runs across her belly splitting her pubic hair from her cat eye navel.Her preferred position is on her knees with her shoulders square and her spine vertical. A rust brawn trail of hair runs from her belly button south, gets lost under her pud then reappears to spread into her heavy delta bush. Once she is settled her putty stays hidden deep in shadow. On each occasion as Suzie strips down and I catch again the sight of her naked pubes and am reminded me of the mangrove flood flats where, as a k** surrounded by the salt sea stink, I masturbated myself dizzy.My first ejaculation of the evening — the fast and furious, no time for new landscapes one — was, as always, shoot into the fringe of Suzie’s bush. After, as my heart slowed to normal and I caught my breath, I watched my cream sag and ooze across her matted forest.As a k** I had tossed my seed into the slick green current beneath my nest in the trees. The white strings of curdling come twisted and turned as it was borne away pendik escort as if it were in its death throes. At night I lay awake with thoughts of my sin and murdered sperm until the murmur of my father’s voice and the creaks of my parents’ bed on the other side of the wall lullabied me to sleep.The sounds of my parents’ bedroom were so much a part of the night as I was growing I didn’t connect them with the hot little rod that grew within my fist until I was almost ready to leave home. Thinking I knew the country I, of course, set my sights on the city.The woman I courted was city too. She was bullet train fast; chromium slick, celery skinny and dust dry. She was just what I wanted then and desire still. What I didn’t know when I married was that the mangrove mud was still between my toes. I still cuddle into the bony corners of my wife at night and guess I will when we’re both grey and palsied but the times with Suzie and the other players keeps that mud between my toes from cracking.It had been a good night. I had been sleeping well and the woman Suzie had brought — let’s talk about her some time soon — had been, well, interesting.Late, I returned to Suzie. She was still be on her knees. Her forehead was sheened, perspiration beaded her upper lip and her mouth was crooked in a Mona Lisa smile. Her breasts and belly were sticky escort pendik with the ejaculations of the men who had crowded around her through the evening. Most of the come that had landed on her skin had settled in her folds, on her surprisingly small and neat nipples, in the hair I’d christened at the beginning of the evening.I stood so close to her my foot was between her knees and my knee brushed her belly. The skin behind my balls was tight. Her eyes were closed but I knew she knew it was me. Soon, we both knew, the evening would be over and we’d dress, climb into my car and I’d drop her off on my way home. When I get in I’d shower well then I slip under the sheets with my sleeping spouse and my day life. I guess Suzie did the same. Some night, as we both look into the lights of the traffic, I’ll ask her.My cock was soft and sticky from before and before that. The last encouragement of the evening always takes time. I lantern gripped myself, fingers against the shaft, palm over the dome and slowly pulled the blood away from my body. Suzie whisper to herself, she always does, like a rosary. I clenched my jaw then forced myself to relax, telling myself to go with the flow. I strained to hear Suzie’s words.Like stirring custard my prick started to take on substance. The corrugations along it’s length became plain against the tips pendik escort bayan of my fingers. My index finger pressed against the soft line of its underside. Press lightly and the tip tingles, press firmly and my balls grow heavy. I alternated and drove myself pulsingly hard.There came the point when I could no longer fit that grip. The head of my cock thudded against my palm, my wedding ring caught where my glans turns into my opening, my fingers could no longer reach past my infant history scar to the length of my shaft. I reluctantly changed my hold. The head and scar are soft as the inside of a woman. The wanking grip replaced their mellowness with urgency.Suzie always knows. She shuffled in her pose and sighed. Perhaps her own blood was rising to her skin, driving the feral scent of come from her.My orgasm was slower than the others I’d had that night, slow enough to track its path. It started at the back of my knees. I leant close to Suzie, so close the back of my hand brushed her hair, her cheek and, once, her lips. Warmth twisted like a pair of snakes along the inside of my thighs to the back of my balls where they Gordian knotted themselves together before melting. My come oozed the length of my cock, scorched its core and, after escaping, hung from the eye. I bend my knees and stroked the teardrop at the tip of my cock down the face of Suzie’s breast. She arched her back. I left a trail of seed and, when I reached her nipple, pressed my opening over it. I shifted to her other breast and when I had fucked myself with that nipple she lifted my shrinking prick to her mouth.
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