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She went crazy and started moaning out loud, "f*ck me, oh please f*ck me harder.....harder....yes..yes...yes" she cried. I felt pleasure knowing that 'i'm hitting it'. But the morepleasure came from watching her buttocks bounce off my d*ck. Oh! it seemed like playing with a thick baloon, slapping against my groin, giving me the happy feeling. Soon, i noticed she has stopped moving her waist and now kept it still, welcoming my thrusts with either a wave of her hand or a shake of the head or slapp...

it was a normal day in the dry fields of Free state-- a province with less bush excpet the one between the thighs... so the indigi tribes man was hunting---then he saw the gazzel... it was behind the bush---but ready to be tamed or ravished... in this age---where the tribal green hunting methods have greatly improved, thanks to the lack of invasive european lifestyles...he called out to the doe... and invited it to spin around showing its gracious fine rumps... so--the gazzell turned and ...

I invited her in and we sat and chatted and chatted like we've been doing that all along and after along while, she left. The next day was a friday, came home around 8 pm after hanging out with a couple of friends, went in and was glad the power was on. I was playing some cool music when she knocked, I invited her in and in my spirited mood, bowed and invited her to dance with me. She laughed surprisedly and obliged me. We swayed slowly and the moment just seemed right, and i knew she was feelin...

I was a bit surprised at her boldness but I didn't make any move to stop her. That was a sign that i was glad she did. She stroked it and then knelt and freed it from my boxer's entrapment. She made an "oh!" and i guessed she must be satisfied with what she saw. She put my d*ck in her mouth and rolled her toungue over the tip. Mehn.....she's got the digs. With that first impressive touch, i started wondering i her husband is crazy. She kissed it and started sucking it. I reached a hand down and ...

This went on for weeks. I now intentionally tried to avoid her mum but on a few occassions when i didn't go to work, she'ld ambush me and i'ld f*ck her. Her daughter knew her mum was a bit promiscous but she didn't know what was actually going on between us so she kept f*cking me as well. I was having the best time of my life. None of my side chicks visited me again cos i was having frequent s3x whenever i needed it....infact, the s3x seemed to need me cos i'm more often the one who gets invited...

She was so fiesty in her own style and she'ld often laugh and call my name in a whisper(ha ha ha ......Slevin) and suddenly ride me fast with a long hymn of "uuuuugh...... uuuuuuugh.....yeah.....fuuuuuuuuuuck". I was becoming afraid, praying she doesn't do some abracadabra stuff. I lifted her up and stood with her thinking to myself 'if this was a buggy ride, i'd better hold the reins'. Hanging her body in mid air, i started slamming her p*ssy hard from underneath, in an upward direction her unt...

Lorraine Hauser, a native of the Kwazulu-Natal region of South Africa, is loving the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The place is big but quaint, and honestly, it reminds her of her homeland of South Africa. Of course, the local Black men were nothing like the Zulus and Xhosas that Lorraine was used to bedding, but for a bit of summertime entertainment, they would do just fine... Lorraine Hauser has never been the kind of woman who fits the mold, whatever that means. In the Republic of South Africa...

I met Sam in a club and we went out for about a month. He was gorgeous and we had an OK relationship, but we both knew it wasn't going to be long-term. However, I was really upset when he ended it and two weeks later I went round to his house to chat about everything. He said he liked having sex with me but didn't want a relationship. I could see what he was saying - we'd always had amazing sex - and before I knew it, we were doing it again. I always thought I wouldn't sleep with a man unless I ...

While travelling through south Africa my wife and I decided to stop in for the night in a small camp site just outside of a large town. It was safer to be outside of the town because of the troubles of hijacking, mugging etc. My wife's name is Ania and I am Robert, Ania is 26 and I am 51 years old. Ania is not too tall but with nice 34C tits and a lovely arse which is just right for smacking when fucking her. Ania has had a few sexual experiences in her time which can be read in other stories. ...

We had been in Sasolburg over a year and it was still a very quiet town and the expats had continued to have parties that were now getting quite wild. There was lots of drinking and often many people would drink too much and misbehave them selves with members of the opposite sex. Now no one really objected to their partners flirting and even playing around a little. One or two couples had dropped out of the party scene mostly because the husbands did not like to see other men kissing their wives...

When I started my first job, there was incredible sexual chemistry between me and my boss. But he was engaged, so strictly off limits - until three weeks before his wedding, when we got drunk and one thing led to another. It was never a full-on affair, but we had sex several times, before and after he married. I ended things with him when he started mouthing off to colleagues, who then made lewd comments about my sex life. Some months later his brother-in-law joined the company. My boss began to...

I'm up for most things, but I always said I'd never sleep with a friend. I was close to Jack for about a year and a half before anything happened, I'd give him advice about girl problems and he'd come out with me and my boyfriend. When he invited me to an after-hours party at his pub one night, I realised I had feelings for him, and blurted it out. Thankfully he felt the same. We were worried about ruining our friendship, but before I knew it we were having sex on table 15. We've been together t...

I never understood the attraction of older men, but that all changed one Saturday night when I met Tom in a pub. He was a friendly guy and he kept telling me I had lovely hair and was wearing a great dress. He told me he was 32, but he looked older. When I questioned him, he said, "Why would I be hanging around with lads in their twenties if I'm way older than them?" That made sense. When we all left he grabbed my hand and we started kissing. He asked me back to his and, without really thinking ...