Yes, he did have to remember my mother. It was late at night when I was awoken by the sound of quarreling voices in the next room. I got out of bed at once and stood on the chair to hear what my parents were saying. Evert had aroused my curiosity more than he had satisfied it with his sketchy account of his relationship with my mother. And now the details were being fleshed out for me by my unwitting parents.
"Perhaps you've been too good to me lately," I heard my mother say, a note of scorn sharpening her voice. "Hell, twice in one week, I don't know what prompted you to be so virile! But now that I want it you don't want to hear about it, right? Okay, I can accept that. I'll call Evert."
"Why don't you give it a break!" said my father. "Goddamn it, woman, do you have to have a length of meat up you day and night? Go to sleep and let me get some shut eye, too. I've got to be up early for the big parade!"
"Screw your parade and all your khaki boy scouts," said mother, very angry now. "Do you want me to go down to his room?"
"We agreed you wouldn't do that, I have to be present and right now I'm too tired. Can't you leave it until tomorrow evening?"
"I'm horny now!" I peeked through the grill and saw my mother standing by the side of the bed, her naked body voluptuous and her face cross. Daddy was on the bed. He had on pajamas that were buttoned right up to his throat and he looked for all the world like a reluctant bride. I felt sorry for him, though. My mother's sexuality oozed out all over, those big tits, the full haunches, her dense pubic bush pressed in between large thighs, all made her look pretty intimidating. Daddy waved wearily and told her to call Evert then, if she really had to. Ma picked up the phone and dialed his number. "Invert? Why don't you come on up, honey? Yes, right now!" She slammed the phone down and said: "What the hell is going on? You men are taking this day of rest too seriously."
"Why, didn't he want to come up?"
"He said he was tired, too." My mother paced nervously about the room, stroking herself now and then but unable to set up any kind of rhythm. "Tired my ass! What does he do all day, beat his meat? Jesus Christ, they ought to make masturbation a criminal offense!" Dad grinned to himself. When Evert entered the room he got off the bed and sat in an easy chair so Evert and Ma would have plenty of room. I looked at Evert's face and saw that he wasn't eager. A blow job and a good fuck had taken their toll. "There you are, honey," said my mother, flinging herself onto the bed, "and don't tell me you're too tired for me, you don't look tired."
"I haven't been feeling too good," said Evert.
"Oh, you've got a headache?" My mother's scorn was palpable. "Come on over here and let me see if I can't cure that." Evert sat on the bed. He had a pair of boxer shorts pajamas on and nothing else, and his powerful black body aroused me just as it had the first night I had spied on him. But now I knew what it was to have him inside me, and my pussy quivered with pain and anticipation at his very presence. Ma pressed herself against his back so that her tits squashed out of shape, and her hands ran down his hard belly to insinuate themselves into his shorts. The elastic gave easily and she found his cock without any trouble. A gleam of pleasure lit up her face and she turned her body to get her face nearer to that great shaft. It came out of his fly and she clamped her lips around the head right away. Evert still looked very uncomfortable. My mother sucked and sucked but the big limp cock wouldn't stand up. And the less inclination it showed to becoming an erection, the happier my father seemed to be. He lit up a cigar and sat in the chair smoking contentedly, nodding to himself. I couldn't imagine what was going on in his mind but my mother knew.
"You think this is funny, do you?" she accused him out of the blue. The big black cock flopped down to hang out of Evert's shorts like a dead snake. "Well, remember this mister, Evert has failed me only once. You've failed me a thousand times."
"Oh, boil your head," my father answered calmly, "I can get it up any time I want but I don't choose to let it happen with you, or with anybody else for that matter. You don't understand that I'm tired of sex, I've had it over and over, and it's become monotonous to me."
"Oh yeah?" My mother got up and kneeled in between his legs. Her voice lacked conviction but she put on a brave front. "Well, choose to get hard then, just for me." She took his dick out and began to suck on it harshly. I could hear the wet sounds and her panting, and then I saw Daddy expand. "Well, look at that," said my mother, holding his splendid erection in one hand. "He made it."
"Can I go now, sir?" asked Evert.
"No, why don't you grab one of the dildos and give my wife a going over with it," said Daddy, pointing at the bedside table. Evert nodded and took a long, thick rubber dick out of the drawer along with a jar of lubricant. He smeared some on the rubber glans and sat on the floor behind my mother to poke the artificial cock into her yearning pussy. She was sucking my father's cock avidly by this time and hardly noticed the big monster snake up her channel She was very wet. When Evert drew the dildo back a little I saw her juices glistening all over it, and when he pushed really hard there was a wet slosh and a pop of air exploding in there.
This was another lesson to me. The dildo: its uses and abuses, I watched with wide open eyes as Evert pushed it in and pulled it out, fucking my mother without his own cock getting into the action, And my father sat back in his chair, eyes half-closed, puffing at his cigar and getting his pleasure without sticking his cock into my mother. My father's words were ringing in my ears: "I'm tired of sex!" Wow! He was tired of it and I was just discovering it! Would I be like him one day? It seemed hard to believe. Just the memory of Evert lying on top of me and fucking me was enough to make my knees go all funny.
Daddy stopped smoking for a few minutes and that contented look gave way to something more intense. He sat very still and his mouth hung open. My mother gobbled at his cock wetly and caressed his balls and inner things with her fingernails, working hard now and moaning as she worked. The big rubber dildo plunged in and out, and I thought Evert had to be getting sprayed by her cunt juices. It sounded like he was churning butter in there! Evert's cock hardened as he dildo-fucked my mother, and without her noticing it he replaced the artificial one with the real thing, fucking her with long, steady strokes until his face took on much the same expression as my father wore.
"YESSSSSSSSS!!" hissed my mother. "GIVE IT TO ME, EVERT, OH I LOVE IT, I LOOOOOOOOOVE IT!! DEEPER, TO THE LEFT, MORE, MORE, AH YES, MMMAGGGLLFFFMPH!!" She swallowed Daddy's cock whole and her face moved up and down rapidly, fucking him with her throat so that he changed color every few seconds. He was restless, tense, clutching at the armrests and working his loins so that his cock went even deeper into her mouth. And Evert clutched at my mother's big white cheeks and drove his cock in at full pelt, shoving, forcing it, bringing it in from an angle, and then he would reach below and titillate her clitoris for a minute before grabbing more ass.
"I'm coming!" groaned my father. "Hold on now, just take it down and hold it. AAAAHHHH BABY, YES, GOOD, GOOD, HERE IT COMES, YES, AAAARRRGGH-HH!!" He jackknifed abruptly and shot his load into her mouth. At the same time Evert pushed my mother's cheeks together and fucked her as hard and fast as he could until with a deep growling noise he emptied his balls into her. Cream boiled up at both ends of her body, and I saw her strain to contain every drop of it. She sucked, she moved her ass and clenched her muscles, she moaned and whined, and when they were both dry she fell out from between them and just lay there looking happier than I had ever seen her.
I remained standing on the chair with my face up to the grill even while they rested. Now that I knew something about sex I wanted to know how they did what and when. Evert was the first to rise. He left the room to return with a basin of water and two washcloths. I saw him sponge my mother's face and pussy carefully, and that didn't shock me. But when he washed down my father's genitals I began to wonder just what sort of a bargain they had struck. When my parents were clean and dry again Evert excused himself, and soon after that my parents went to bed and turned off the light. I laid myself down, exhausted, confused, and while I was anxious to try what I had seen them do, I also thought they were all vaguely perverse.
The next day was a boring one. Daddy and Ma were out and Evert had too much work to do around the house to bother with me and the other girls had oppressive parents who made them go to church. So I was left with nothing to do but think… and as I thought new schemes came to mind. I'd been troubled by the lack of privacy we girls had to suffer. The sergeant had had to hurry and blow before his wife came home; at other houses the wives had chased us away with dirty looks, and it was out of the question to bring anyone home. But then I thought of the empty warehouse, and how that could easily be used as a kind of store for sensual shoppers. Soldiers and officers could drop by at appointed times, have their fun, and leave their money with us. Someone would have to run this operation and Farley was the logical choice. It seemed like such a good idea that I decided to go see her at once! Only when I neared her house did I remember what her husband and I had done the previous evening, and suddenly my feet felt like lead. How could I tell her? And how could I tell her what we girls had done together, and the decision we had reached? Farley wanted us to peddle girl scout cookies instead of our own… well, perhaps results would impress her.
"Hi, Renee, come in," she said. "I'm so glad you dropped by. Sundays are a terrible bore, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are." She looked lovely even in the morning with two curlers in to bob her short black hair in the front. Her housecoat was quite elegant and cut to fit her willowy body, but I was still impressed. Her blue eyes seemed bigger without make-up and she certainly looked a lot younger. I was used to thinking of Farley as the adult but at that moment I saw that she was still a girl and my feelings for her warmed considerably. "Farley, I have to talk to you. There's so much to tell you that I can't even beat around the bush and you'd better sit down."
"I know, I know," she said, weary for a second. "My husband told me about last night. He takes pleasure in doing that to me. What he doesn't know is that I don't care. I mean, I care that it was you, and I feel badly that you had to go through that. But I stopped caring what he did a long time ago."
"Did he tell you he paid me to do it?" She looked startled at that, and I rushed on, telling her everything, right up to the idea of using the warehouse as a whorehouse. But I left out the adventures I'd had with Evert, just in case Farley spread the word.
"My God!" She was pale and astounded. "Did you really do that?" She lit a cigarette, coughed, and got up to pour herself a cup of coffee. She motioned for me to help myself but I wanted only her response. Now that I had spilled the beans I was worried that she would cut the ties between her and the team. "Oh God, I can't tell you what this is doing to me!"
"I'm sorry, Farley, I should have told you at a better time."
"No, no it's all right, this is a good time. What I mean is, I can't believe what this is doing to me. I'm so horny right now that I don't know where to turn." Her big blue eyes came to rest on mine. "You and the others actually made it with each other? Girls with girls? All of you? And here I was thinking you were such a bunch of vestals that the very idea would throw the fear of hell into you. Oh, dear, excuse me, Renee, I know this isn't what you're expecting me to say but I can't help it" She put her coffee down and sat on the couch opposite me. As her free hand arranged her housecoat I noticed it linger between her thighs for just a second. She dragged on her cigarette and kept the smoke down as if to soothe her nerves but she couldn't sit still. I wanted to go over and help her, she needed me so badly, yet something held me back. I wanted her to be the one-and I didn't have long to wait.
She got up and paced for a minute or two, and as she paced she closed in on me. A delicious sensation of expectation came over me. Her perfume had that overripe tang to it, being mixed with a full night's perspiration, and it came over me warm and a little stifling. Her housecoat brushed past me several times, a caress of sorts that made me tingle all over. And when she finally sat down beside me on the couch she took me into her arms and squeezed me so hard that it was more like an attack than a proposition.
"Say you don't mind," she whispered. "I've been wanting you for so long, Renee, for months and months, but I never dared hint at it in case it terrified you. You were the reason I took on the job of coaching the team, you and your lovely blond hair and your full breasts and your long legs! Oh Renee, I've watched you with so much desire for so long that I must have your answer now. Will you be my lover?"
"Yes, of course I will," I said.
"Then come with me." She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. Their big double bed was still ruffled from the night, still warm from their bodies, and when my naked flesh made contact with the sheets I shivered slightly, wondering whose warmth this was exactly. Was I lying in the same spot her husband had occupied or was this the remains of Farley? What did it matter? Farley was nude now, so lovely, serpentine, small-breasted and' big-nippled, sliding toward me with enough passion in her eyes to assure me of many climaxes to come. And yet it did matter, it might have been her husband's beautiful, decadent body, the one he had denied me the previous evening. "Kiss me," she said throatily, and at that moment all thought ceased. Her lips met mine in a velvet crush, she wrapped her arms and legs about me, and now her lips and her entire body pulsed against me. This wasn't the first time she had made love to a woman. Her hands roved along my back until they alighted on my ass, and once there they began to squeeze and poke in just the right way.
"So young and so beautiful," she murmured. "Don't ever get married, Renee, just take your lovers as they come. You should share your favors with a great many men and women, they'll be grateful to you. Mmmmmm, let me kiss your breasts, so big and firm, almost ripe." Her words affected me in much the same way as her caresses, delicious little flatteries that added to the fires burning brightly in my belly. She made me feel very good all over, relaxed yet edging nearer to the first climax, luxurious and spoiled, and as she ran her tongue over the contours of my tits I stretch stretched right out and groaned in bliss.
She buried her face between my breasts and pressed them inward so as to smother herself. I wanted to make love to her, too, but she was so happy playing with me that I let her have her way. She kissed and sucked my tits like a child who's been deprived too long of a mother's love, and I felt all glowing and maternal when she decided on one nipple and clung to it for minutes on end. Her sucking was noisy and wet, she squeezed my tit rhythmically as if to milk it, and I just lay there glorying in the slew of sensual impulses that caused inside. "Now the other one," I groaned when my passion became too lopsided, and she switched at once to even it up. It felt so great when she did it, much better than when I did it myself, but I guessed bodies were made that way to keep us gregarious. She sucked on and on until I couldn't control myself any longer. I had to touch her, explore her, to find out exactly what her clothes had been hiding-from me.
"Oh Farley, what are you doing to me?" I sighed, twisting free and moving quickly into place between her legs. I could feel her resistance for a minute but I knew how to disarm her. My tongue shot out and rushed up and down the smooth slit of her cunt, and soon she was putty in my hands. I reveled in her pussy! If I had taken her by surprise, she had startled me too with the quality of her body. Slender, supple thighs spread to reveal a small pink cunt that parted only a little way to admit my roving tongue, and when I pushed the tip down hard on the yielding whorl of flesh down below, her hole opened very reluctantly. She was so tight that she made me feel like an old trouper! My hands slid up under her ass and felt two tender, small buns that flexed convulsively whenever my tongue hit the target. How could the Colonel resist her? But for all her girlish features she was still a woman. Her cunt juice was tarter, stronger to the taste, than that of my teammates, and it flowed more freely. She was better modulated in her responses, too. There was nothing jerky about the way she writhed, nothing desperate about her climaxes. She went through it all smoothly and beautifully, and while I made love to her my admiration for her grew tremendously.
"That's nice, darling," I heard her groan. She was flat on her back, her legs wide open and her hands mashing her tits in harmony with my eating. "Oh yes, if only you knew how good that felt! Dig it in deeper now, right in, right in- AAAAAHHHHHhhhhhh yessssssss, keep going, I love it, I love it!" She worked a leg under me and drew her foot back until her big toe made contact with my cunt. Then, in spite of her orgasms, she began to masturbate me slowly and deliberately, forcing the toe into my hole and moving it back and forth at exactly the right pace. It wasn't long before I was helping her as best I could, screwing my cunt hole down over that stubby toe to get maximum penetration. I got so carried away with what she was doing that I neglected my oral loving. But soon she began to move her cunt against my mouth, and at that point it became clear that she was actually making love to me!
She didn't stop there. Gradually she raised her torso and pushed until I was on my back and she was squatting over my face, feeding me more pussy than I could chew! Her lust set me on fire! I wanted to reciprocate with every part of me, and so she chafed her pussy into my mouth and I ate and sucked at it just as rapidly, covering my face with her cunt fluids, digging my fingernails into her ass, and pressing her down even harder. I was choking, drowning, and coming left and right, and together we mewled and purred like crazy cats, harmonizing, fucking, sucking, going out of our minds until we just couldn't do without air for another second. She sank back off me and lay with her body half on mine, her cunt staring me right in the face. "This is too much," I brought out, and she nodded.
"It was worth waiting for, though," she said later. She was smoking but her pussy was still pointed right at me, a mere twelve inches from my face and wide open. It looked like an open mouth with a tiny tongue at the bottom, a mouth that had been drooling for some time and was very wet. Dark hairs grew sparsely all about the ovoid opening, two petals of skin flared out from between the full lips like an open invitation. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was to me. Was it normal to admire a woman's parts so much?
I kept digging my finger into her pussy, moving it in and out, and within a couple of minutes her body began to move in time, in and out, up and down, clenching when I was right in and relaxing to let me out. "Do you like that?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, darling, yes," she replied throatily. She had propped a few pillows under her head so she could look at me even though her box was high up on my chest, and it was a peculiar angle to be seeing her from. Her small breasts formed mounds just below her chin, the nipples standing tall, and all of that was merely a backdrop to her yawning, pink pussy. My two fingers dug in for the duration and when they were up her to the knuckles they kept pushing forward so as to apply pressure to her clitoris. She liked that even better. Her hands wormed their way in between my legs and toyed with my cunt with some precision. Her fingers found my clit and pinched and rubbed it until it felt like a glowing beacon in the dark! And then, as if to bring the tumult she created in me to culmination, she turned over, jammed her little pussy into my face, and started to eat me so well and so ardently that I lost control completely.
"OOOHHHHHHH!!" I heard myself yell. "FARLEY, OH NO, STOOOOOPPPP, AAAA-AAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH-oooohhh God, WOOOOOOWWWWWWW AH-AH-AARRGGHHHH, FARLEY, NO FARLEY, SLOW DOWN PLEASE, SLOW, EASY… EASY, yessssssss, that's it, that's it, ooohhhhhh that is IT!" I did my best to give her more joy, too, but it wasn't easy. All I could do was peck at her pussy, her ass, any part of her that presented itself, and it seemed to be enough for her. Farley was leading in the dance of love and she swept me along that glass floor until I was spinning and dizzy, completely helpless. She more or less squatted on my face and I felt her orifices, her hair, her thick lips, pressing into me, the blend of aromas mingling headily in my nostrils, her juices setting my taste buds on edge, and the intimacy of our contact drove me from one orgasmic burst to the next.
When we stopped I felt as though we had left a crazy carnival to find peace in the woods. We lay on her crumpled bed and grinned sheepishly at each other as we shared a cigarette. The sheen of sweat on her body made her look like a sensual animal, a cat in her element, and I told her so. She compared me to a kitten: "A sex kitten," she added with a sly grin. "Every man's dream, that's what you are, and I know a lot of women who'd love to gambol about in your bra, too."
I could have stayed like that all day, wallowing in bed and talking with Farley, but suddenly the door slammed open and there stood the Colonel. He turned red when he saw us in bed together and ordered me to get out. But Farley told me to ignore him. "You can start ordering us around when you can get it up," she told him coldly. "Until then you're just the house eunuch, no good for anything but domestic duties. Now get us coffee and cake, and I need another packet of cigarettes."
The Colonel crumpled. "It's not my fault!" he mumbled feebly, but when Farley refused to answer him he turned on his heel and left the room.
"Do you treat him like that all the time?" I asked her.
"It's my only pleasure in this marriage," said Farley with a touch of bitterness. "God, I must have been a fool to fall for him. But I saw him and just couldn't get past that beautiful front. So we got married and he has yet to fuck me-like a man, that is."
"What do you mean? He never consummated the marriage?" I had picked that phrase up from Eva, who knew all about stuff like that.
"Oh yes, he's had it in me." The Colonel came back into the room with the cigarettes and a lighter. "But he just comes the moment he enters. The big man on the base himself, all the women are mad about him, but only I know how useless he is."
"Get off my back," said the Colonel. I felt almost sorry for him. He obviously wanted to please his wife and whatever handicap he had was only made worse by her callousness.
"You know you're very tight," I said. Farley looked at me with some disfavor. "I mean, perhaps that's the reason? I don't know much about these things."
"That could be the reason," said the Colonel and for a moment he looked like a man again.
"Nonsense." Farley cut the idea off with a chop of her hand.
"But how do you know?" protested her husband. "You haven't been with other men, how do you know they wouldn't come just as quickly?" Now it was Farley's turn to be embarrassed. She had been with other women, said the Colonel, but she avoided men like the plague.
"Oh, go get our snack!" Farley snapped suddenly. He left the room without another word and she turned to me. "Impossible man. He just won't accept that he's one of life's losers in the penis department." I had never seen this side of her, so nasty and cruel, and I felt challenged by her words. I was willing to bet that she had used her tightness to bring him off too quickly, mainly because she didn't really want him and, building on what little experience I had, I figured out a way of overcoming that.
"Let him try it with me," I said. "He might just succeed and if he does he'll be better with you," I said that just as the Colonel came back into the room and his reaction was enthusiastic.
"It's no use," she said before he could answer. "He was married once before and he had exactly the same problem. Only he didn't tell me about that until it was too late."
"You can't lose anything by letting him try it with me," I insisted. My motives weren't altogether altruistic, I remembered how big and beautiful his cock had been the other night and that, tied in with the vivid memories of Evert's lovemaking, made me eager to try a second time. "Come on, Farley, you can stay here and watch, won't that be fun?" I looked to her husband for support and he looked ready to get down on his knees to his wife to beg her for permission. Farley didn't like the idea but she couldn't find a good reason not to let us try. She nodded moodily and turned her back as the Colonel began to take off his uniform.
I took a jar of lubricant from her dresser and applied a large dollop of the soft goo to my pussy hole. The Colonel saw me do it but he didn't seem to understand it. Still, in his eagerness he wasn't about to stop and question me, so as soon as he had his clothes off he came over to me and lay on top of me. His cock was very hard, throbbing dangerously, and before I would let him enter me I made him kiss and fondle me for a while. I wanted him to think about me, not about his own pleasure, and so I groaned theatrically when he touched my breasts, writhed passionately when his fingers found my pussy, and generally convinced him that I was like a time bomb on a very short fuse. All he had to do was last for the minimum and I would explode right in his face.
He inserted himself with a look of renewed confidence on his face, and when his cock slipped past my greased barriers there wasn't enough friction down there to alert his sensory nerves to the fact that he was inside me. It didn't matter to him, he was too excited just to be fucking me. I held him in my arms and whispered to him to make love to me, to touch my breasts and to tickle my clitoris, and he did it all for me, earnestly, energetically, distracting himself from the fact that he was inside me and had been for over a minute.
His big cock moved in and out at a steady beat, no variation in angle of depth of thrust, and that was just the way I wanted it. I could keep my own excitement under control that way. The lubricant helped us both a lot by reducing the friction, and so he plowed on and obeyed my whispered instructions, fondling, squeezing, kissing my nipples and sucking my tits while his lower half operated on automatic pilot. "That's lovely," I sighed into his ear. "Squeeze them harder, hurt me, yes, yes, and now work my clit over, hard and fast, oh yes darling, you make me feel so nice! Bite them-ouch, not too hard, nibble at them, oooooooww-www-aaaahhhhh, keep it up, I could lie here all day and let you do that."
I looked over at Farley and saw her anger mounting. Did she think I was trying to steal her husband away from her? Was I? I liked the Colonel but now that I had seen through him I wouldn't ever be able to take him altogether seriously. No, I didn't want him. To let her know that, I took her hand and squeezed it fondly, smiling at her and inviting her to come closer with my eyes. She was dubious, but since her husband was so absorbed in making love to me, she allowed herself to come a little closer, and to lean over to be kissed. Now that the ice was broken she joined in with us more or less. She sat tip with her back against a mound of pillows and masturbated in time with our fucking, watching as his cock thrust in and out steadily, as Ms hands closed around my tits and squeezed the flesh until it oozed out from between his fingers, as he stroked my pussy and ass, and after a while she lived it with him. "Go ahead, darling," I heard her say to him, "you're doing beautifully!"
The Colonel's cock wore away the protective layer of lubricant and now my body began to experience the full impact of his pounding beat, My cunt grew hotter.and wetter, my loins were on the boil, and my blood coursed through the veins like a torrent! He must have felt the change in me because he stopped the byplay and concentrated solely on fucking. Farley started giving him instructions, "Bring it in from an angle now, that's it, come in from up high so you'll drub her clitoris. Oh darling, you do that so well! Now lift her thighs and press down on her pussy with your big dick, yes, good, oh Jesus I'm getting so horny here! Faster now, faster, jam it into her, go on, faster, FASTER, OH GOD YES, SLAM IT INTO HER, HARD AND FAST, YES, YES, OOOOOO-HHHHHHHHH!!" With three fingers trying to crowd into her cunt hole she came to a magnificent, agonizing climax but nothing could stop the Colonel. He was leading the charge, galloping up one hill and down another, huffing and puffing, sweating, his back working to deliver each thrust with lots of power, and I started yelling and frothing at the mouth, clutching at him and at his wife, trying to cover myself in flesh. We pressed together, all of us moving as one, it was impossible, impossible, and then I started gushing like an oil strike, my screams tearing through the room, my body quaking, I was biting and scratching at him, and then I subsided into a deep trough of tranquility, too spent to go on.
He changed horses in midstream. Nothing could stop him now. Farley opened up to him like a flower unfolds to the sun, and he planted his cock into her with such force that a spray of pussy juice blew out of her. I watched them as if from a great distance, impressed with the Colonel's bullishness and his wife's surrender. They fucked up a storm and if the Colonel's back hadn't tired out they might have gone for the rest of the day. But he finally came and got off her, leaving her lying there like a casualty.
"Look at that!" he said, awed by his own power. "I never thought I'd see her in that condition. Renee, I want you to know that I'm very grateful. I'm going to make a contribution to your basketball club, and I'll never forget what you've done for us-but right now I want you to leave us alone because I can feel the next one coming on already."
"No, no, don't go!" Farley cried feebly. Her little pussy was red raw from the heavy duty pounding it had received. But I knew better to interfere. I took my clothes and left to make up for all that lost time.