Yes, Stian. I love you, with all my heart and soul. I love you too, Stian. Now fuck my pussy already, will you? As thou fancy and desireth, madam. I d...ont think that there is any more sperm left for my vagina. Is there any? I must have sucked and slurped down Stians jissom and jism to emptiness and nonexistence. How many liters of reproductive cell is a in-good-physical-shape human male supposed to generate in his scrotums? How many liters ought to be spewed and puked out through his urethra?. His eyes glazed with teenage lust and his breath came in gasps as his eyes riveted on the lewd view of his sister's luscious pussy being violated so brutally by the brush handle. In seconds, he felt the sperm shoot from his bloated cock-head, and he sank to his knees with a groan of lusty fulfillment, his whole body given over to the overpowering sensation of orgasm.After that, watching his sister masturbate became a nightly ritual for the young boy. And each night, Lisa seemed to become more. I tapped my clit, sending sparks to the inside walls beneath. "You like the hot taste of Candy?" He nodded emphatically. "You want more, just say the word and it's yours. Every drop."And I meant it. I'd give myself to this man, this stranger. Let him finger me, taste me, fuck me. Anything he wanted from my tightly strung body he could have. The entire buffet. Tits. Tongue. Pussy. Arse.The orgasm I'd averted earlier began to resurface, thumping at the door of my psyche to be released. My mind. Instinct brought my hands up along her bare flanks and to her elbows as I drew Maggie closer into me, her bare breasts pressing into my bare chest. Maggie let out a soft moan as she gripped my hips tightly. Pulling her head back she looked at me in askance as she brought her hands together at my belt buckle. Again, I only nodded and she began the task of unbuckling my belt and loosening my jeans. As she began to slide my pants down my legs to my knees I hooked one foot behind the other and.