My favorite though was concerning women. No woman was allowed on the firemen's seat unless she was either having her cunt eaten or being fucked. When ...she came she had to proclaim her orgasm by wildly ringing the bell. If she failed to ring the bell the opposite of whatever she wanted would occur; if she wanted to become pregnant it wouldn't happen and if she didn't want a baby she would have one in nine months.Those were the simple days of the late 1960's. Twenty years later my younger sister. In a hurry, it seemed like she was drinking water from afountain instead of cum, she was swallowing so much. Pulling away from thedick, she stood up and dusted off her knees."Come on, Marilyn," Coach said, checking off her name on the attendancesheet. "Let's get on to class now! And be careful with yourself. I'll giveyou permission to change by yourself, but please keep episodes like this to aminimum, OK? I'll try to discreet about, your...er...," she said, giving theslowly shrinking cock a. She has to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming as her body slams down on mine and her whole body shakes and trembles. Her pussy is rhythmically clenching around my cock at the same time. I continue to play with her hard sensitive nipples and that seems to intensify her orgasm all the more and she then seems to have another one. Warm fluid is escaping around my cock, wetting my belly, cock and balls as well as the bed.Pretty soon I realize that she is not holding herself up any. About a third of the way up we were all soaked. Carol's T shirt clung to her breasts, Brian's to his cock and mine to my balls. There was a rest stop, with a bench, set behind the luxurious green vegetation and trees. We stopped and looked at each other. We headed for the secluded bench. Brian asked if we wanted any more weed. We smoked it and Carol started a humping dirty dance for us. Brian sat down on the bench. Carol sat next to him and cuddled up to his shoulder. Brian looked down at.