finding her swollen clitty, and started rubbing it with my forefinger as I continued to hump her. She cried with the strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I could see the pleasure winning clearly, as she started to hump back, her cries transforming into moans again.
“Oooh yes, ooooohhhh yes, yesss. Yesss. Oh don’t stop Mr. Brown sir. Ooooh.”
It was more than what I could take. I gave her one mighty surge of my cock and came. My pent-up lust of the last many months escaped from my cock and billowed into her rectal canal in spurt after spurt. She jerked her hips from the force of my cum. It was enough impulse for her to cum wildly under me, our bodies shaking and grinding into each other in ecstasy. I emptied my balls into her hungry ass, with loads of cum, till her channel could not hide it in any longer. It dripped out of her, onto her cheeks, and dribbled down to her pussy. My cock softened a bit, having exhausted its lust for the time being and slithered out of the lovely arching tight confine of her ass with a plop. As I drifted away on top of her in sheer delight, the last thought that came to my mind was that it was the finest lesson that I had delivered and that, it was the first of many such lovely moments of rapture between Cheryl and me.
Janie Loves To Barter
Ann Roberts
SAMPLE STORY:
"Janie, this is simple. You have to stop spending so much money. You are overspending your income every month."
"You know Bobby you may be a good big brother, but I was hoping for some better news than just 'spend less.'"
"Listen, sis, you have a good job, you make a good living, you have a great apartment BUT you spend too much and you have no money in the bank. Now what the heck are these checks to Danny's Liquors?"
"Bobby, that's the liquor store down the street and they have this great Zin that I love. I serve it whenever I have people over, speaking of which want a glass?"
"No, thanks, now do you think you could cut this in half each month?"
"I don't know, maybe I could get a discount or something?"
"And what about the checks to Carver's, what are those for?"
"That's the market where I get my meats and fish. They have the freshest stuff around."
"Well, you have champagne tastes and a beer budget. Until you find a sugar daddy you better rein in your spending. I got to go, give my love to mom if you talk to her tonight. Tell her I'll call over the weekend."
Bobby grabbed his coat and left after kissing his baby sister goodbye.
After Bobby left, Janie sat in front of the fireplace and mulled over her situation. She was 24, single, lived in a nice apartment in a nice neighborhood, had a good job, cool friends, everything was great except she had more expenses than income. Bobby was right, of course, she needed to cut some things out. Her credit cards were getting close to being maxed out. Bobby had suggested a sugar daddy. Hmm, that was a thought. Unfortunately, Janie didn't know anyone who fit the bill. All her current boyfriends were no better off than she was. None of them were sugar daddy material. Maybe she would think of something by morning.
In the morning Janie got up and showered. As she toweled off she admired herself in the mirror. A lithe athletic body from years of gymnastics, small firm breasts that never needed a bra, firm round ass that got a lot of stares, so why don't I find myself a nice rich guy to take care of me?
On the other hand, she didn't need a guy to monopolize her time; she just needed to cut down on two or three items each month. Maybe a couple quickies would take care of everything. Janie laughed to herself as she pictured herself trading sex for wine or meat.
As she got dressed she couldn't get the idea out of her head. Maybe it wasn't so crazy. But would guys be willing to give her free wine and food for sex on a regular basis? She was spending $80 per week at Danny's liquors; could Danny afford to give her