And we took our sweet time having sex--because we could . We knew that we had at least an hour or more, before my mother would be coming home from work. But most importantly, we went into the bathroom afterwards, and gently cleaned up each other's sperm-covered penises with a wet washcloth, before we went back into my bedroom, and put our pants and tighty whities back on. Over the course of next three months or so, Chris and I kept "going at it" hot and heavy, as we continued to have sex with each other anywhere from four to six times a week. About the only time that we ever went more than three days without getting together to have sex, was when one of us was out of town on vacation with our respective families. And vast majority of our sexual encounters took place in my bedroom at my house, during the late afternoon weekday hours (while my mother was still at work), when Chris and I had the house all to ourselves. At nights and during the weekends, if Chris came over wanting to have sex with me while my mother was at home, he would quietly let me know. And we would normally leave the house through the front door, pretending to go out somewhere together. And then Chris and I would climb over the perimeter rock wall to sneak into my large, corner-lot, "L"-shaped back yard; where there were plenty of places for us to hide (in addition to the back yard playhouse, which was about the size of a large storage shed), so that we could have sex with each other. Before I get much deeper into the topic of this particular story-section, I need to stop for a moment and clarify something right now. Chris and I were not gay, and we were not lovers. Instead, we were very good friends, who just happened to have something unusual in common: We were both oversexed, Indian Porn and we were both "bisexual heterosexuals." What I mean by that term, is that even though we each experienced a very limited set of homosexual feelings and desires, we both still considered ourselves to be overwhelmingly heterosexual. And although jacking off (masturbating) in private did help Chris and me to relieve our super-strong libidos somewhat, it did absolutely nothing towards satisfying that powerful, natural urge to openly share our sexuality with another person. And so during that very first night together in The gangbang Pit, Chris had boldly decided to openly share his sexuality with me. And I had decided to do the same with him--because frankly, it was a much better alternative than not sharing my sexuality with anyone at all. My so-called "girlfriends" at the time wouldn't allow me to actually have orgasm-oriented, adult-style sex with them. Heck, back then, I considered myself lucky if I managed to get past the "holding hands" stage of a relationship to move on to the "my arm around her shoulders" stage, and the ever-popular "she gives me a quick peck on the cheek once in a while" stage. And Chris was in the same boat as me back then, when it came to his relationships with girls. The bottom line is that Chris and I knowingly "used each other" to try to help each other get our rocks off better, and finally bring some much-needed relief for that powerful "sex-sharing" urge that Mother Nature has wisely chosen to give each and every one of us. { Author's Note: Let's face it, if we humans didn't have that powerful urge to share our sexuality with other people, then no one would ever do anything else but masturbate all alone by themselves, and consequently no babies would ever be born--and as far as Mother Nature is concerned, sex is all about making babies.} And since Chris and I were not gay lovers, we never kissed one another, or hugged one another, or held hands, or did anything openly gay, like that. Instead, we just had pure raw sex together, as Chris and I both reveled in candidly sharing our sexuality with each other, and freely experimenting with all sorts of taboo homosexual-style acts. I have to admit that Chris and I ended up trying some pretty bizarre things together, like inserting straightened-out bobby pins deep down inside of our own--as Hardcore Sex well as, Fetish Porn each other's--urethras. I didn’t even know what “frotting” was, until many years later. But that didn’t stop Chris and gang bang me from doing it on a regular basis. There was just something very special and exciting about rubbing--and playfully beating ("sword fighting")--our two erect dicks together, until we ended up squirting sperm all over each other's dick-heads. However, the vast majority of our sexual encounters involved mutual masturbation exclusively. And we were so secretive about everything, that no one ever discovered our adolescent sexual relationship. Looking back on my secret sexual relationship with Chris, I can tell you that there were at least Mix four distinct advantages to my having sex with another guy , instead of with a girl : “Damnit!” Her interior, it was moving and convulsing, but not in the normal reaction to sex. “Wow Jenna, that’s one hell of an offer. Not wanting to leave Bonnie out of this family fun, I looked over to her and nodded back behind me. She got the message and eagerly jumped off her chair to race around behind me. She dropped to her knees and buried her face into my ass to begin licking the back of my balls, taint and ass. The only thing obscuring my daughter's teen pussy. The overlap instead of being a 1.5X, the wrap could only stretch to an overlap of four inches. "P-please…I c-can't c-cum any-anymore…" I won’t tell anyone just please—“ Arguably the worst player ever to step on a basketball court. She walked carefully the rest of the way, worried that walking too quickly might be asking for trouble, and kept one hand swinging loosely by her side, ready to snap into action if her skirts caught a guest of wind again. She turns on the shower that instantly heats up to the temperature I like it at and pushes me inside. “Now you try.” In front of me, a naked Alice sat huddled, her breath streaming like smoke from her mouth, and nipples Hardcore Sex hardening like pebbles in the chill air. [Stopping at the same time] Still in "Beat this pussy down position." On several occasions though, I found myself not protecting my downstairs region. The frost immobilized me now, gripping all my joints, making me into a statute. The pleasure swelled. She replied. Then I quickly moved closer to my sisters face as I kept cumming, I sent more cum onto her chest, chin and into her mouth. I am really close to pulling her pants down and spanking her. “Are you thinking now?” asked Anael. “No, please,” Cass sobs. Sally kissed my nipple once more, then tucked it away with its twin. I threw Mix open the door, tossed the shower curtain to the side, and hopped Indian Porn into my shower/bathtub combo. I had told him that I wanted to bury Yuqiao here as she is now part of our family by briefly being my wife. A small smirk played across Ephus's lips, no, Ares was by far more than mad or pissed. Does he know? Tell me what the teachers’ means about displaying your body?” Even in the dim light of the room, her black hair looked soft and silky. Once he was holding it, Viktor went back to the side of the pool table and carefully made little adjustments on the nipple clamps causing them to tighten more, digging the metal teeth more into the sensitive nipple flesh increasing the pain there. It had been a Fetish Porn while since the last time he had sex and he wanted it very much but there was something about this girl. He took me to my limits, stretched my snatch to the point of delicious pain. "And we can't leave Matt's cock all yucky with his juices all over the place. gang bang This gave them a great view of my ass and pussy and got me wetter as well. Lisa said. I lifted up my bottom from the ground slightly and she pulled my trousers down. I convinced myself gangbang of that anyway and I was probably right in hindsight. Flynn was laying on the bed under the blankets, as he had been for the past days.