Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)
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				Title: <strong>Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bamagirl</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 13:29:13</strong>
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				She pulled the Tahoe up on the opposite side of the building. Not a big traveller Elizabeth did think it was worth noting that this Hampton Inn had exterior doors. She had agreed to a Hampton because they were supposed to be like nice, not like Marriott nice, but still.&nbsp; This one though, it looked like a converted Day's Inn or something, and seemed a little bit sleazy. Which, truth be told, kind of matched her right now. <br><br>Elizabeth- Beth back in Dublin, Liz for tonight- was in Savannah for the night, maybe the weekend, depends on how things went. She was actually gonna go through with it this time, had polished off three straight margaritas at the Ruby Tuesday across the street to get her nerve up.<br><br>It had started as a game. See who she could get to flirt with her in the handful of Dublin bars and restaurants. It's not that she didn't love Jim, or find him attractive, or wasn't satisfied. Oh wait, the last part, well, truth be told she wasn't. But in Dublin everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew she was married, so she had started looking at other outlets, had run a few personals just to see the responses. <br><br>She had tried Macon first, it was close but not too close, then Atlanta. It had been all sorts of amusing to see the responses she had gotten, especially up in the big city. But as this had become more of a real - gonna do this - idea, she decided to leave Atlanta out. Those city people were a little, well different. Okay so maybe she was like gonna hook up, but those people were just weird. Not for a country girl like her, but to each their own, because who was she to judge?&nbsp; So back to Macon- played with her post some, it was getting serious. Beth almost- almost- went through with it about a year prior. Had talked on a phone and everything. At the last day she had backed out, turned off her mind to the Craigslistings and swore she would be a good wife. <br><br>It had lasted a while, but not forever. Beth wasn't "desperate" but she wanted and needed something more, something different. She had always been a good girl, and then married young and had children, and next thing she knew she was pushing forty and felt like she had missed out on so much. Like the wild stuff, the hot and sexy stuff. As marriages go of course the chance of capturing that just kept on getting smaller, vanilla to start they were what, once a month now?&nbsp; On her back rubbing his and he barely looked at her for the two minutes. She needed more- younger, stronger, longer. Elizabeth wanted all that stuff she hadn't done, wanted to be held down and fucked damn it. <br><br>So she started Savannah this time. Georgia Southern, big Army base, tons of tourists. There was a big pool to start from, and over the last few weeks she had worked through the random replies, the weirdos, the sickos, and best of all the serious. Had winnowed it down and then really talked, anonymous emails, picture trading and fantasy sharing. It was funny because the closer she got to the infidelity the better the fidelity was. <br><br>Finally she had decided she was gonna do it. Was gonna meet this strander. Was gonna let a man other than her husband&nbsp; do...well all the stuff her husband didn't. And that's how Liz, not Beth, found herself pulling up at that Hampton, shaved from the neck down and lotioned in Bath and Body's finest. How trembling a little she was walking through a breezeway to a room to knock on the door. Who cares they had spoken so briefly on the phone (and finding a pay phone had been its own adventure), this was totally random and totally a stranger. <br><br>And she was gonna let him inside once he let her inside. She knocked again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 01:41:12</strong>
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				The low droning of the air conditioner built into the exterior wall set a quiet symphony for the room with the college game on the flat screen filling in the bass.&nbsp; Russel (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/rabidferret_1973/Guys/CarlosFreire.jpg) sipped on the silver can of Coors Light as he titled his head back, letting the cold liquid slide down his throat.&nbsp; For a weekend, it wasn’t how he was looking to start the day out but if the day’s entertainment worked out, it would keep him happy for a while.&nbsp; He’d wasted some good money on the room, money that could have gone into keeping him in cases for the rest of the week so he was planning on getting his money’s worth.<br><br>“I still say this is stupid,” Darrell &nbsp;(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/rabidferret_1973/Guys/6e3bf3e10994d62d0716e60dfb8c66fd.jpg)whined, sitting on the end of the second double bed.<br><br>The room was simple enough with two double beds with ugly ass floral bedding covering them taking up the majority of the space.&nbsp; A low dresser was placed on the opposite side along with a mini fridge and coffee pot, the fridge already full with Rocky Mountain gold.&nbsp; Past the TV set on the dresser, a small table with two chairs that seemed to be upholsters in green burlap and then a large mirror and sink.&nbsp; The walls were covered in some strange combination of tan and pink depending on what lights were on.<br><br>“What’s stupid,” Russell spat back, sitting up straighter.&nbsp; “Is that you, the man who’s not been laid since basic training wants to doubt me, the guy whose balls get drained regularly?”&nbsp; He sighed as he crawled to the corner of the bed so he could face his buddy, placing his bare feet on the floor.&nbsp; “Trust me.”<br><br>“We could be down at Woody’s getting some sweet ass,” he said, eyes widening.<br><br>“And how’s that been working out for you?”&nbsp; The young wan was getting frustrated since his friend couldn’t seem to see the big picture, but then he was a little doubtful himself when he first started his trolling.&nbsp; “Look, you go down to Woody’s and mean some nice piece.&nbsp; You have to spend the whole night buying drinks and playing the game with only a prayer that you are going to end the night with them.&nbsp; And then you have to deal with their bullshit though it all just to bust a nut.”<br><br>He sighed and pushed himself off the bed, tossing the can into the plastic garbage can with a clink, before throwing open the fridge to pull out another can.&nbsp; It fizzed open so foam covered the top, ticking his lip as he sucked it up.&nbsp; “This is guaranteed relief all fucking night long.&nbsp; And let me tell you, ain’t nothing better than some fat, middle aged mom riding your dick.&nbsp; They are pend up and so damn desperate they want it all and more, the things you can do with them.”<br><br>They both groaned in unison at the action on the TV before Russell moved over to his friend, hitting him in the shoulder.&nbsp; “This is going to be the best.&nbsp; Remember, sky’s the limit.”<br><br><br>If they were going out, he might have changed and insisted his buddy do so as well.&nbsp; As it was, he was clad only in a pair of jeans and a black tank top, a cold necklace around his neck.&nbsp; His buddy simply wore a pair of black and red basketball shorts that ran down to just above his knee.&nbsp; The two were opposites in looks with him looking like he’d just gotten out of bed, his hair always bedraggled.&nbsp; Darrell on the other hand was spick and span clean despite being out of boot camp, keeping his hair close to the bone though he'd let it grow out on top.<br><br>The knock came on the door and Russel motioned for Darrel to turn off the TV, if it was the woman he didn’t want any distractions.&nbsp; Bare feet padded on the green and black checkered carpeting as he made his way to the door, his buddy rising up to watch as well.&nbsp; He undid the dead bolt and slowly pulled the door open, smiling mischievous as the blonde stood there.&nbsp; “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, waving her in.&nbsp; “I brought a friend.&nbsp; Now get that ass in here.”<br><br>Moving aside to let Liz in, he pressed the play button on his Ipod and the portable stereo speakers began to play the tune he’d cued up. ‘Oh you gonna take me home tonight’ Freddy belted out as the song began, a chuckle deep in the young man’s throat lost in the music. <br><br>“Some dancing music,” he said, looking back at the woman.&nbsp; “My buddy here needs a little encouragement so why don’t you show him how you move.”&nbsp; He moved closer to her as he talked, letting his hands reach out to her.&nbsp; “And we can see about getting you ready too.&nbsp; You are way too overdressed.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bamagirl</strong> on <strong>18-02-2016, 13:12:41</strong>
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				In their handful of conversations they had avoided the topic of a threesome. She had of course mentioned it when they were messaging, but as the prospect of actually meeting got more serious in the week or of communication, it had gone to the back burner. So when Liz saw the black guy sitting on the bed she almost balked. The short, thick woman stood in the doorway, and even with a few drinks in her felt incredibly nervous. Like hands shaking and silly grin nervous. She brushed her short blonde hair behind her ears with both hands and took a deep breath. <br><br>She couldn't help but be a little amused at the music coming out of the room. She was thirty-seven, not fifty, and it was adorable that these young men were <em>trying</em> to play what they thought she might like. Liz might have called them boys, she was what-fifteen or so years older?-but the guy standing at the door was clearly not a boy. Her eyes trailed down his chiseled physique, all the way down to his bare feet before they flicked back to the topless black guy. And he certainly wasn't talking like a boy either, cocksure and maybe even a little demanding. So Elizabeth clicked her way into the room on strappy black heels that pushed her to a modest five foot four, bringing her <em>ass</em> into the room. Seedy was the word she had thought in her SUV, and the woman repeated it in her head as the man closed the door behind her. <br><br>How to proceed was a little...tricky. Having never done anything remotely like this she didn't know if like she should walk over and introduce herself. For that matter except for about twenty minutes on the phone in a few secret calls and some texting she had never really met Russel either.&nbsp; Pleasantries, normal manners, that wasn't what this was about though, was it? <br><br>Another deep breath, big bosom heaving a little. Liz moved over to the table and and grabbed the back of one of the cheap chairs (http://content.wafflegirl.com/galleries/gthumb/0/82/82218_b5e3c48_770x2000.jpg) bending over a little so she could show off in profile. Overdressed?&nbsp; In the little black shorts and tune top she almost felt naked already. Locking eyes with the black guy- didn't black guys like big blondes?- she pooched out just a little more.&nbsp; Russel had already put his hand on her hip as she walked in, and now she was offering a little more. Spying the cans of beer in their hands, empties on tables, she smiled, and finally spoke, "How about a drink first hun?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 01:55:48</strong>
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				A smile played on Russell’s lips as he saw the spooked animal look in the woman’s eyes when he opened the door but he was pleasantly surprised when she came in anyway.&nbsp; It also pointed to a desperation for what they offered so they might be able to play a lot with the old lady.&nbsp; He watched her carefully as she walked into the room and posed for them, sticking her ample behind out for them to admire.&nbsp; The pose made him think of how much he wanted to do to her.<br><br>“Damn, lady,” Darrell exclaimed. “That is one hell of a rump roast.&nbsp; I wished my mama cooked up something so juicy.”&nbsp; He smiled so the white of his teeth showed and the hungry eyes he was giving her told Russel he was with the plan finally.<br><br>The request for a drink was met with a nod and smile from Russel who moved over to the small, dark brown fridge and opened it up with a pop.&nbsp; The cans rattled inside as he showed it well stocked despite what they’d already gone through.&nbsp; He held the can out before him as he walked over to her but brushed her hand away from grabbing it, instead stepping close to her as his eyes stared into hers. Slowly, he began to rub the cold can over the front of her halter top so it rubbed around her nipples, wanting to let them know it was time to wake up.<br><br>Then, he placed the can in between her breast to sit there like a beer can holder, fingers curling around the tap.&nbsp; With a loud ‘pft’, the can opened and spat a little of the amber liquid onto her upper chest and the slope of her breast.&nbsp; Russel’s hand reached out to slip along her neck and up into her hair, grabbing just enough to pull her head back and expose more of her neck.&nbsp; Leaning in, he placed the flat of his tongue along the inside curve of her breast and began to languidly lap up the beer, moving up until he was at her neck, the hold on her hair still firm.<br><br>“There’s no need to play coy,” he whispered.&nbsp; His lips were close enough to her ear so his breath caressed her lobe.&nbsp; “You’re a cock hungry whore here to get some satisfaction.&nbsp; The little man at home can’t touch the walls of that fat pussy?&nbsp; Or just can’t get it up anymore?&nbsp; It’s ok.&nbsp; You got too stallions ready to fill you up until you scream.”&nbsp; He pulled back as his grip lessened on her though his hand still cupped the back of her head as he looked down on her.<br><br>The black man had moved closer as well as his hand thoughtlessly rubbed along his shorts, the growing erection pushing at the legs of his shorts.&nbsp; “I hope your insurance is payed up,” he murmured.&nbsp; “Because we are going to fuck you senseless.”<br><br>“Why don’t you tell us what you what,” Russell asked, reaching back to give her ass a hard squeeze.&nbsp; “Beg for what you want.&nbsp; You know what you want and ain’t no one going to think any worse of you.”&nbsp; Gripping the back of her shorts, he pulled them up in the back so the pulled tight between her legs and into the valley of her ass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bamagirl</strong> on <strong>20-02-2016, 05:22:30</strong>
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				Now back in middle Georgia they have a word for women that slept with black men, and Liz had never even really thought of doing it.&nbsp; Though she had heard about...well their things.&nbsp; Their <em>cocks</em> she thought lewdly, checking out the stranger as he talked about her bottom.&nbsp; She even wiggled it a little more.<br><br>Her eyes darted back to Russell, she knew his name though he was a stranger too, and she stood up a little straigher and turned to face them as he brought out a can of Coors Light.&nbsp; Liz couldn't help but grin a little, that's what she drank most of the time anyway, and her hand came up for it automatically.&nbsp; Instead Russ rubbed it across her tits, and she played along, putting her hands behind her on the back of the chair and thrusting her heavy bosom out.&nbsp; With no bra her nips popped to life quick in the thin, strapless top.&nbsp; <br><br>When Russ stuck the can between her breasts she let go of the chair with one hand, but kept her hips thrust out and leaning back, and mashed her tits together with her forearm to give him a steady spot to leave the can, gasping at the cold beer splash when he opened it, and another when he grabbed her hair.&nbsp; Liz had long ago locked eyes with him, breaking for him to lick and ready to catch again when the young man turned his gaze up.&nbsp; And to be so young he had some moves.&nbsp; Way better than...well Russ described him, in her ear, after licking and kissing her neck.&nbsp; That other stuff too- she was really a mom and wife- but tonight.&nbsp; Tonight.&nbsp; <br><br>She gave him a little nod and smiled at the other guy as Russ talked in her ear.&nbsp; Smiled as the black guy made wild claims, but saw what was in his shorts and thought it might be true. Grabbing the can of beer she took a big gulp, "Mmmhhnnh," she let out as her ass got squeezed, and she let go of the chair, and leaned forward.&nbsp; Elizabeth set the beer down on the table with one hand going to Russell's crotch as he asked her what she wanted.&nbsp; When he pulled her shorts up even higher, almost painfully, definitely uncomfortable, she pulled away, then dropped her hips lower.&nbsp; And lower, until the mom of two was sinking to her knees.<br><br>One hand rubbing at Russell's bulge through his jeans, she looked over towards the approaching black guy.&nbsp; "I want to see them," she said, voice hoarse and a little slurred from the buzz that was definitely talking her into all this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>21-02-2016, 19:58:45</strong>
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				A smile curled the corner of Russel’s lips as the woman grabbed his manhood, planning on giving her plenty of what she wanted.&nbsp; He had a weekend to kill and nothing to keep his attention so it was easy to get sidetracked with ideas of what he was going to show this desperate mom.&nbsp; When she started to sink down to her knees a low rumble began deep in his throat as he felt his excitement growing, the aggressive side of him coming out more when he got the blood flowing.&nbsp; Already, his erection was pressing against the tightness of his jeans wanting to have her touch more of his dick until he splattered her with his virility.<br><br>The young man reached down to his jeans, slipping his thumbs under the waistband, and unbuttoned the front of his jeans.&nbsp; Slowly, the metal teeth of his zipper opened with a metallic click as he drew it down, his eyes on her.&nbsp; A pair of grey boxer briefs showed as he did, clinging tightly to his body.&nbsp; As he drew the blue jeans down, his package was outlined in the fabric until it was also pulled down to reveal what the older woman wanted.&nbsp; He wrapped his fingers around the base of his already hard erection.&nbsp; The helmet was red with excitement and the shaft behind the head swelled out wider than the head before the paler flesh tapered down to a more manageable girth as near the base.&nbsp; The eight or nine inches had a distinctive downward curve as he held it out towards her.<br><br>“Hey,” Darrell said, pushing his buddy aside slightly. “You promised I got first dibs.&nbsp; Besides, she wants to see the main show.”&nbsp; He reached into his shorts as he moved in front of Liz while the waistband slid down his hips, hauling out his half hard erection for her.&nbsp; The young man’s cock was like an ebony bat with a fat head that lead into a wide shaft which only tapered down a little as it reached his low hanging sack.&nbsp; He was longer than his friend by at least an inch even though he wasn’t fully erect.&nbsp; “You’re gonna have to work for this ghetto meat,” he said, holding it out to her.<br><br>Smirking, Russ moved to Liz’s side and placed a hand behind her head as he brought his cock towards her, the tip glistening.&nbsp; Holding her, he placed the tip against her lips and painted the clear precum over her lips before slapping the head against her cheek.&nbsp; “I’ll give you a taste of the good stuff first.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bamagirl</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 20:29:01</strong>
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				It was exciting, seeing the way she got these two men so riled up.&nbsp; So hot for her they were actually like, arguing over her.&nbsp; Jostling to be the first one in.&nbsp; With a grin as Russell slapped his stiff cock on her face and grabbed her head Liz said, "I think there's enough of me to go around guys."&nbsp; This was an awesome fantasy of hers come true, even better because both of the men were more than a little hung, the two hunky twentysomethings on either side of her.<br><br>She reached out for the black thing, with a mumbled, "Oooh, it's so...," but didn't really finish her sentence as she twisted around to wrap her lips over the white cock at her face.&nbsp; Circling her tongue over the tip one time, able to just barely taste him leaking, Liz closed her eyes and lowered her head, testing it out, seeing how much she could take comfortably before she started bobbing her head, cheeks sucked in on each outstroke.&nbsp; Popping her head off, she grinned up at the pair of men, and started stroking them both at the same time.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a little bit of lingering, revulsion was too strong of a word, but more of an aversion to the black guy.&nbsp; He had a great body, and a beautifully big black cock, but it was just that, him being black.&nbsp; She looked at the way it contrasted with her white hand, her left one, with the one with the wedding ring on it.&nbsp; Licking her lips she looked back up at the man it was connected to, not only was she cheating on her husband, but she was doing it with a black guy.&nbsp; And she Liz didn't even know his name.&nbsp; "Ghetto meat," she giggled, pumping it one more time before she leaned over and took it into her mouth, jaw stretching wide to accommodate his girth.&nbsp; Her other hand kept stroking Russell in time with her bobbing head, able to get down only about a third of it before her lips met her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 04:26:52</strong>
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				A low moan left Russ as the older ladies’ lips started to slide down the head of his cock, his eyes watching her intently.&nbsp; “There’s plenty of you to go around, babe,” he said, the meaning of his words obvious.&nbsp; She was a big girl but that was half the fun of these outings.&nbsp; She got into the swing of things quickly considering her nervousness at the door which boded well for his plans for the night, wanting to put her through the ropes.&nbsp; Neither he nor Darrell got much time to enjoy a weekend like this and they planned on getting a few months’ worth out with the blonde mom.<br><br>As she moved to his buddy, he reached down to grab her breast, cupping them in his hand through her thin top.&nbsp; Trapping a nipple between thumb and forefinger, he pinched and rolled it round.&nbsp; “Look at these udders,” he said, glancing over at his buddy.&nbsp; “It’s gonna be fun milking everything out of her.”&nbsp; His hands formed claws and pressed her breast inward to flatten them down before roughly digging his fingers into them.<br><br>“You like that,” Darrell said, smiling so his white teeth shined.&nbsp; “Yeah, suck that black cock like a good white bitch.&nbsp; I keep telling Russ here all white whores want to be ravaged by an ebony pole.”&nbsp; A pleasurable murmur left his lips as he watched how obscene it looked to watch her lips and hand working his shaft.&nbsp; Despite his words, she was the first white girl to go down on him and he was finding it exhilarating.&nbsp; He remembered how Russ had said not to hold back on this one, that was the point of these trysts.<br><br>As she slid down his shaft, he placed a hand behind her head to push her down a little father as his hips pushed forward.&nbsp; He wanted to feel her gag on his cock, drool all over it and want more.&nbsp; “But a good cock sucker needs some encouraging training to take a black man’s dick.&nbsp; Take it bitch, I know you want it all.”&nbsp; He held her head with two hands and enjoyed how his cock glistened like obsidian on every stroke thanks to her talents.&nbsp; Pulling out, he kept one hand entangled in her hair as he slapped the head against her cheek a few times.&nbsp; “You are gonna get a belly load of black man’s cum.&nbsp; You want it don’t you?&nbsp; Feel those balls in those chubby pale hands of yours, so full of juice.&nbsp; Massage it out for me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bamagirl</strong> on <strong>01-03-2016, 13:48:41</strong>
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				The giggles stopped as things got a little more serious, but buzzed off tequila and excitement, Liz didn't protest as the language got dirty and the groping got rougher. She squirmed a little on her knees as Russell grabbed her breast, not pulling away, closing her eyes and concentrating on the strange black cock in her mouth. Even with the hand pushing on her head, mouth stretched, she could barely get half of it down. It was more than just the choking on it, the thing just plain wouldn't fit her throat.&nbsp; Even when the black man had both dark hands in her blonde hair, there was only so much she could take. <br><br>When he pulled out his glistening black rod was still connected to her lips by heavy, margarita sweet strands of spit, hanging in ropes from his shaft and sagging down to fall on her neck and chest. Liz gasped as she got air again, opening her eyes in time to look up at the black guy as he started slapping his heavy, wet meat across her cheek. She moaned and started rubbing his sack while he stroked and rubbed himself against her face, and turned back to Russell's cock. Guiding it into her mouth she tried to see how far she could handle it. He was big too, but not quite as long, and more importantly- not as thick- and she was able to take a deep breath and push most of it into her mouth then throat with a gag. <br><br>Letting go of Russell she used just her mouth, not going as deep, but still taking a lot, and moaned a little because there were still fingers of the other man's hand tangled in her hair while she did. Still rubbing dark balls with one hand, she used her other to push her top down, pulling out one heavy boob after the other, letting them hang over her tube top still around her tummy. Tits freed, she popped her mouth off, leaving another trail of spit draping from her face to his cock before landing on her bosom, and turned back to the black one. Jerking Russell's cock again with wet, squishing noises, she held her forearm up the black one. "Wow," she breathed, it almost being the same size, even with her being a heavy woman. Guiding it back in she closed her eyes and took it down, a few pumps of face and hand, then back to Russ, finding a rhythm to go back and forth on the two men, spit and drool painting her chin and tits with a shiny glaze.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 02:23:50</strong>
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				A low moan rippled from Darrel as he watched older white chick gobble up his cock, enjoying how well her skin looked against his ebony rode.&nbsp; It looked even better coated in her saliva, dripping with it due to her superb effort swallowing it.&nbsp; He reached out and swatted his buddy with the back of his hand.&nbsp; “Check this out,” he smirked.&nbsp; “We got a chocolate lover.&nbsp; And a dirty whore at that. So messy, chubby, but don’t worry Darrell will fill you so full you won’t ever be hungry again.”&nbsp; His eyes were dark as he watched her rubbing his cock over her face and handled his low hanging sack, murmuring approval.&nbsp; The cock pulsed in her hands as she worked it nicely for him, wishing he had a camera as it looked so good having the white mom acting like a slut for him.<br><br>“Holy shit,” Russel spat as she gobbled up his dick.&nbsp; “You are a good cock sucking slut, aren’t you?&nbsp; I think this is going to be a full night for you, good thing we got plenty of fluids for you.”&nbsp; He chuckled as his hips moved with her and a low grunt left his lips as he enjoyed the skill of her taking him fully.&nbsp; The girls he normally dated didn’t have the drive or care to fully work his member much less take him fully down.&nbsp; It was the reason he’d first started trolling Craigslist and why he’d not looked back since then.&nbsp; Desperate women did desperate things, and horny, desperate moms did just about everything.&nbsp; “Fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head.&nbsp; “Looks like you are right.&nbsp; Got a real chocolate bitch.&nbsp; Wonder what her friends would say seeing her desperate for black cock.”<br><br>Darrell was enjoying the show but when her massive tits sprung out, he found himself fascinated watching them jiggle as she sucked on him.&nbsp; “Oh, it gets more impressive,” Darrell said as she compared his girth to her forearm.&nbsp; Both men were moaning and had hands on her shoulders as she moved up and down them, her hands working the other.&nbsp; Finally, the black man had had enough and grabbed her hair and pulled her back from him, swatting his massive length against her cheek and lips.&nbsp; “Get up on the bed,” he said.&nbsp; “On your back.”&nbsp; He leaned down to give her massive ass a good, swift swat to motivate her onto the bed.<br><br>Once she was up, Darrell soon followed her up but moved up towards her head instead of going lower.&nbsp; Carefully, he straddled her belly so his firm ass was resting on her smooth expanse, his cock held up in his hand.&nbsp; In this position, the contrast between her pale skin and his dark umber color was hard to miss.&nbsp; Lowering his cock, he let it rest in between the valley of her breast which were already slick with her spit.&nbsp; “The milk lady is about to get some milk of her own,” he laughed.&nbsp; “These udders were made for wrapping around black cock.”&nbsp; His hands pressed her breast together as he began to rock on top of her.&nbsp; At first he started slow and began to pick up speed, his length not even able to be contained by her breast as it shot out between them and jabbed at her head.&nbsp; <br><br>As the black man tit-fucked her, the bed shifted as Russell knelt at the bottom of it, his hands lifting up her legs as he did.&nbsp; He placed her legs up on his shoulder as he placed the head of his cock against her pussy.&nbsp; Already slick with her saliva, he rubbed the head up and down her slit until the lips began to open and he was sliding against her silken folds.&nbsp; The young man was sure to brush his engorged cock over her clit and teased the entrance.&nbsp; “You better hurry with the big man or I might have to explode deep in this fat pussy of yours.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bamagirl</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 14:33:03</strong>
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				She lost the shorts on the way up, not sure which of the guys was pulling them down as she looked up because of the hand in her hair. Elizabeth wasn't wearing any panties, and her wide butt and shaved pussy were on display as she was manhandled onto the bed, spreading her thick thighs almost automatically. She thought they were gonna get started- well they did- just not in the way she expected. As the dark skinned guy straddled her she pressed her soft tits around his massive black pole, hands disappearing under his as he mashed them tighter. <br><br>As the black guy picked up his pace and started really jamming it in between, the tip was popping through, against her neck and chin. Totally into it, Liz tilted her head up and opened her mouth, letting the fat head of the black cock go across her tongue as he pushed forward. She wiggled her hands out from underneath him, placing them on his muscular hips, guiding him back and forth, or maybe just holding on for the ride. <br><br>She felt rather than saw Russell grab her ankles and put them on his shoulders, balling her up some and forcing the black guy to press more weight on her. It was amazingly hot, both of these guys just pushing her body around, and down into the bed. Russ' thick white dick may have been soaked with her spit, but he didn't need it, she was almost oozingly wet and hot between her legs, and between mouthfuls of black dick she moaned as Russ rubbed the tip up and down her slit. "Go ahead babe," she cooed as he threatened to cum inside her, the threat of a good time, and she wiggled her own hips the best she could as he teased her hole. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kakihara</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 06:07:22</strong>
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				“That’s it,” Darrell growled, sliding his cock through her tits.&nbsp; “Mash those massive tits together for me.&nbsp; Doesn’t that black cock look so rude between those milky white boobs?”&nbsp; He grinned as she leaned down and opened her mouth to take the head and more into her mouth, a low moan rumbling in his throat.&nbsp; His fingers reached down to squeeze her breast and play with the nipples, rolling them and pinching them so they pulled up into the air before releasing them.&nbsp; “I love watching those tits jiggle around my cock, you were built for this.”&nbsp; He didn’t need any help but he was clad to feel her hands holding on since he began to fuck her tits hard and feed her plenty of cock on the other side.<br><br>Russell seemed to enjoy how wet she was as he rubbed up and down her damp slit, the clear liquid seeping from his head mixing with her juices.&nbsp; Teasingly, he slid just the head in before pulling back out and then repeating, only wanting to give her a little taste.&nbsp; Finally, he pulled out and tapped his friend on her shoulder.&nbsp; “Come on, we got better things to cum on,” he muttered, pushing the guy off.&nbsp; He gave Liz a slap on the side, a loving pat as he shifted on the bed, his cock still sticking straight out and wet with her juices.&nbsp; “Get on your hands and knees baby.&nbsp; &nbsp;I want to see that fat ass in the air.&nbsp; Me and Darrell here are going to spit roast you nice and good.&nbsp; <br><br>Darrell stayed by her head as he moved, putting his hand in her hair and pulling it to his cock.&nbsp; He shoved his dick roughly down her thought as he moved his hips, fucking her mouth with a wanted need.&nbsp; “Don’t worry,” he said, holding his cock deep in her thought for a moment.&nbsp; “You get to suck all the cum out so I can fuck you senseless with this black club afterwards.&nbsp; Me and white boy here are going to have you walking funny and drooling by the time we are done with you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Illicit (bamagirl and kakihara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bamagirl</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 13:25:28</strong>
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				She was shockingly wet, her pussy dripping almost as much as her mouth. Her husband, gosh bless him, just didn't get her going like this, and even though the young white man had a thick, fat tipped cock, the tip easily pressed in and out of her ready, hungry hole. Liz moaned around the black cock in her mouth as Russell teased her hole repeatedly, flicking the chubby head in and out, and smearing her juices up and down her slit. <br><br>She rolled over on command, wiggling eagerly out from under the black guy straddling her chest. Taking a spot near the corner of the bed, trying to position herself so both of the young studs could stand on either end of her. Darrell- that was his name- grabbed her hair, and she looked up at his dark face as he pushed his cock into her mouth, which she sucked on eagerly. He pushed deep, and she opened wide, trying to take as much as possible, getting nearly halfway down before her throat was overstuffed and she started to gag. Already drooling, Liz was halfway to his boast, and she twisted her mouth away, a long strand of spit connecting the black rod to her lip. "Get to it babe," she said over her shoulder, wiggling her wide bottom at Russell. "I want to feel it inside me."
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