1. Good walls make good nighbors, Part 4


    Date: 10/20/2017, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    to say, "She started doing this for me after I finished sucking her off; she went down on me again and started playing with my ass. Connie and I had never done that, and I wouldn't have thought I'd have liked it, but she was gentle and took her time, and when I'm close to orgasm I like it. Sometimes, anyway. I really have to be in the right mood. I'm in the mood tonight, but you have to do it too. Fair's fair, love," and sucked my shaft into her mouth and my head into her throat as my asshole opened and let her inside. She worked slowly but steadily into me and watched as I looked into her eyes and moaned. Soon her fingers were deep inside and with a sudden flash I shot straight into orgasm; she took every thrust into her mouth with a groan, and as tears came to her eyes I felt her swallowing and gagging, but he held on and worked the last few drops out as her fingers stayed firmly inside me. When I was finally drained she pulled back and said, "Good, you're still hard." I said,"I've never done that before. Or...what we will do either." She shrugged and said, "Yeah, you'll be the third man I've let inside me that way. Phil was the first, of course. It was so great when Bunafsha did it that I could hardly wait to try it with Phil. It was good the first time anyway, but like I said, I have to be really excited. The first time I came really hard four times, and he lasted about seven minutes, so yeah, the first time was incredible. The second time was not, really really not, and ...
    he and I agreed not to try it again unless I was really sure, and I never was with him. Second guy was good too. He happened to be there at the right time. Rocked him to his toes. I don't think he's ever been the same. He's a lot...happier. Sits there staring at the world with a smile on his face for hours at a time like an idiot." We laughed and giggled, and she said, "So yeah, that was how I started with Bunafsha. She called me her white angel, and she was my brown bunny. It was an interesting time. I still spent an evening or two a week with Phil, and he wanted to know everything I did with Bunny. That's how I learned how much I like telling the right person what I tell you. Bunny took me on as a volunteer at her gallery. Taught me a lot, about art and about business, of course, and about what I could look forward to as a woman in my 20s. Her experiences and her life. Same with Phil, and he was sweet and kind enough to not hold on tight when he realized he'd become second place to Bunny. "And oddly enough, a month later my mother learned about it. Stopped by the gallery to surprise me with lunch and discovered it was closed at noon on a busy business day and saw something interesting in the back room. She walked on and asked me abut it that night. Very quietly and privately, after she got me alone, and I admitted it, and she wasn't angry at all. Turns out she'd done the same thing in college, and later. I of course didn't ask how much later and she wouldn't have told me if ...
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