I moved back to her clit and pulled the hanging hardness into my mouth, sucking against it making my lips vibrate against her, she pushed herself down... onto me grinding her wetness all over my face. I heard the Pastors chair creak as he got to his feet, I felt the thud of his feet on the carpet as he moved around the room until he came into view behind my head. As he kneeled either side of my head, he pushed his gown to either side, the folds of fabric brushing against my face. His balls were. "Oh my god," she whimpered, "what are you doing to me?"A giggle answered her. "Nothing, that’s all you. You’re a needy slut, and your body can’t hide that. Now thank Jen for letting you drink her piss, and do it convincingly. A bit of poetic language wouldn’t hurt."Helen could only stutter for a minute, and Lisa’s fingers, still toying with her wet pussy, were far less helpful now, every touch sending pleasant shivers through her pelvis. Jen watched her eagerly with a cruel little smirk. Her. When Anna (not her real name) turned sixteen, she and her friend Jean decided they were sick of being virgins, especially since all their friends at the large public high school they attended seemed to be getting it regularly. Neither of them had a boyfriend, so on a Friday night they got out their phony ID's, Jean borrowed her clueless parents’ car, and they went out to get laid. They drove across town to a beer club called The Warehouse. It took them a few minutes of insisting that their ID's. ” His mother said. And with that encouragement, even though meant for his father, Brian shoved his 7.5 inch cock into his mother’s pussy. It was the first pussy Brian’s cock had ever come into contact with, other than his hand pussy that he fucked every night, and the feeling was incredible. It was nothing like the hand jobs he had been giving himself. Her pussy was so soft, so slick, so smooth, so warm, so, so wonderful that he had to plunge a second time then a third. His mother moaned.