10-4 For old time's sake... - Sex Stories

10-4 For old time's sake...

... the pleasure of revealing her bit by bit).

She held my flaccid dick in the air, and a very dark pungent stream escaped from her tight lips. She duck walked up the side of my body, covering my belly, nipples, neck, mouth, nose and temple. Just for luck, in both my ears as well.

She sat on my chest and rested after that effort. I held on to her boobs as I stared at her cootie. Then, just like Franny did in Book 1 Chapter 1, she got closer to my face, and opened herself wide. The juxtaposition of her brown skin (darker than Franny's Mexican one) and her internal pinkness was a sight to behold. As if to underline it, her peehole opened and more fluid escaped. She put her index finger into her vagina and when it was removed, it gaped for few seconds. She took my pinky and put it in. Bindi told me to wiggle it. When it came out, the black hole of her cavity was delightful. She span herself round 180 degrees, showing me her puckered anus and masturbated me to completion. By her leaning forwards, the vagina hole was even bigger and I put in my middle finger as I came. I think she did too.

She explained she didn't want her hymen any more, and had used a hairbrush handle to push through it a few nights ago. It was a bit painful and there was a some blood, but nothing she couldn't cope with. (My goodness, how would we explain *that* to her parents, especially as an arranged marriage checks for that???)

The next day after lunch, I loaded 3 of Sassy's boxes and drove over ...

... there.

She really was so happy to see me, and skipped down the path, looking like an angel personified. I pretended to get all serious, and knelt down in front of her. I took both her hands and intoned solemnly:

Darling Franny, my surrogate daughter. I am deeply sorry for maligning your husband to be. Please forgive me. As penance, I will wear the 'Prick with a Fork' apron at all times, even if not barbecuing and especially in bed. This is how I'd like to make it up to you.

She was only wearing thin leggings, and knowing her, she had no knickers on underneath. I let go of her hands, pulled her buttocks towards me, and kissed her hard on her pussy (thus smelling her turned-on odour). Then blew a raspberry on it.

She jumped back in shock, and said:

You bastard, Steve. You SOB. Since I saw that picture of your dick poking out between your arse cheeks, I've had the hots for you, like I had that time in Bailey Park while peeing. Unlike you, I don't have a magnifying glass so I've worn my eyeballs out looking at your cock remembering all the good times.

All morning my cootie has been dripping. Absolutely fucking dripping waiting for your arrival.

Now that your lips have touched my lower lips, you'd better make good on the unspoken promise you've just made. Or it'll be ME cutting off YOUR penis Lorena Bobbit style and feeding it to Chris as part of his beef stew tonight. That's what I would call revenge, not some bogus speech about a bank robber. We all saw through ...