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He picked her up, led her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs, crouched and slowly sank into her. His thrusts were long and slow; he moaned as he moved.
"This Angie has one sweet pussy," he said leading his body over hers, but keeping his weight on his forearms. Then, like a bull mounting a heifer, he rammed her as fast as he could.
The guys went wild, but most of the females either closed their eyes or looked away.
After ten minutes of hard fast fucking; he rose on bended knees, grabbed her by the hips, plunged into her three times, and bellowed as though mortally wounded. His body stiffened, trembled, and experienced spasms. He pulled out dripping cum from his still hard cock, turned and walked to his dressing room. "The shows over folks."
Chapter Ten
A number in the audience, mostly men went to see Hank's cum seeping out of Angie's pussy, before Charles and Rick got there. They covered her with a blanket, carried her to a large bathroom on the second floor. Bob went about the task of bathing her in the tub. When he finished, he and Rick carried her to bed.
Bob kissed on the cheek and said, "Get some sleep baby, I love you."
She peered at him through her blue tear-filled eyes, "I love you too, and thanks for the best fuck of my life."
As they neared the bottom of the stairs, Rick said, "I had the entire affair filmed. Do you want the videos or should I destroy them?"
Bob thought for a moment, hesitated as a naked female and male ran in front of them. "Keep them for yourself, don't show them to anyone. I'll talk with Angie later and see if she's interested in seeing herself being screwed by a Mandinka."
The End.
Stephanie's Friends
"I'm mad at you," my daughter said.
I knew something was wrong. Stephanie had been moping around all day. Now that my wife had left for work, it appeared I was about to find out why. "What's the problem?" I asked.
"You've been cheating on mom," she said.
I felt like I had been punched. I actually felt the air whoosh from my lungs. "What...How...How do you know that?" I wanted to know.
She waved a piece of paper at me then read it aloud. "My Dearest Lover--- Last night was wonderful beyond my wildest dreams. You are the best I've ever had—and the biggest. I can't wait to have your big, yummy cock inside me again. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Call me soon. Love, Lisa."
"Where...How did...Where did you get that?" I asked, more embarrassed than anything else. That was not the kind of message a guy wants his eighteen year old daughter to find.
"It was on your lap top," Steff told me.
"What were doing with my lap top?" I demanded, hoping to shift the focus of the conversation.
"I left mine at Jillian's house and I wanted to find something on-line," my daughter said, "so I borrowed your's. When I got on-line I saw you had a new E-mail and I opened it."
"You shouldn't have done that," I told her.
"I know," Steff said, flopping onto a chair across the couch, "I shouldn't have but I did. But you shouldn't be cheating. I mean--what about mom?"
I looked at my daughter , my young, beautiful daughter, as I tried to figure out what to tell her.
Actually, Stephanie was my step-daughter. She was seven years old when I married her mother. Two weeks ago Stephanie had turned eighteen. She was five feet, four inches tall and weighed just over one hundred pounds. She had dark, almost black hair that hung down, loose and straight, to a point below her shoulder blades. Her face was beautiful, large, green eyes, a tiny nose and moist, sensual lips that begged to be kissed. Her smile was like a burst of sunshine on a gloomy day.
Her body was perfect. As her father, I should not have been thinking about her sexually but being a forty-two year old man, and having seen her in a bikini, it was difficult not to.
Her breasts were small, but full and firm, high and straight. She had a small waist and rounded hips. Her stomach was flat, her jutting ass was small and tight and her legs were perfectly shaped. Even her feet were pretty.
As she sat across from me, she was wearing a pink tank top, without a bra, and white shorts. Her small feet were bare.
I decided to tell Stephanie the truth. "Your mother and I haven't had sex for over a year," I said, "I don't know why but..."
"I know why," Stephanie inter
