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I shemale bikini webcams continued editing, she watched and asked questions, and twenty minutes later we were on our way to a tavern off the main drag where I knew the barkeep wasn’t very scrupulous about checking IDs.
It was all uphill from there.

Chastity came from a religiously mixed family; Marie, her mother, was Catholic, and her father, Aaron, was raised Amish, but apparently they couldn’t keep him down on the farm after he met Marie.
That’s understandable to any guy who’s known Catholic schoolgirls.

Now you might think a girl with that name, coming from that background, would be shy about sex, but you’d be way wrong.
Chastity was not shy, she was a Sex Goddess.
The girl could be a porn star.
If she got that nose fixed.
We got a booth, we played footsies.

I bought her dinner, she rewarded my generosity with a conjugal visit to my frugal digs—an efficiency in a high-rise close to the office.
It didn’t take me long to discover Chastity wasn’t chaste.

Most of our buzz had faded from our drinks before dinner, so I broke out my bottle of Jameson, the Catholic Irish whiskey, hoping it would facilitate a religious experience.
Half a bottle later, Chastity and I were abed engaged in several of what the church euphemistically calls “impure acts”.

She wasn’t as thin as she looked in clothes.
The sight of her naked had me delirious with desire.
Straight for the muff I went, and finding her pussy a bit, well, fragrant, didn’t deter me.
I figured there was enough alcohol in me to annihilate any toxic bugs.
She was a screamer, too.

She howled as she came, and I kept my face pressed against her pubes as they contracted several times.
When she caught her breath she cooed, “I want you inside me now.
” I climbed aboard.

When I tried to enter her she was as tight as the neck of the whiskey bottle and I had hold my cock to ease my way into her little by little.
She hugged me and locked her legs around me and moaned with every bit of cock I stuffed into her.
“Ooohhh, it’s so big,” she groaned.
I froze.

“Am I hurting you?” “No, no! Keep going!” she said in a throaty whisper.
When I felt my balls splash against her sopping crotch, she let loose a sound that was a lot like the yowl our family cat made when he got arab cam porn his tail nipped by the lawnmower.

It was another of those weird thoughts I have while doing it.
“Oh, Mike, it’s so good, sooo goood!” I stayed deep in her and thrust my hips gently, and a moment later she arched her back and her pussy clenched my cock so tight it hurt.

“I’m coming!” she cried, tranny escorts charlotte cams “I’m coming—oh, oh, ooohhh!” I held her through several shivering spasms.
When she settled down, her pussy seemed to relax, and I began moving in and out, sliding easily because she was wetter.

She held my face and kissed it all over.
We came together and it was as religious as I could hope for.
My mind must have stopped at the apex, because I can’t describe the sensational climax we shared.
Throughout the night when either of us woke up we’d grab for each other and fuck again.

I didn’t keep score but I’m sure it was a record.
That’s how it started.
Two months and about a hundred repeats later, Chastity moved in with me.
The first six months or so I think we did it at least once a day, sometimes more.

Morning and night, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another.
I liked her squeals and shrieks at first, but after a year or so I began tired of hearing her announce “I’m coming!” to the whole building.
I was getting strange looks from the old woman next door.

It’s a drag when you need hearing protection to have sex.
Chastity and I had plenty of fun times when we weren’t ravishing each other.
One time she made a salad at dinner.

She didn’t cook, she bought prepared food at the supermarket, but that night she made a salad with lettuce, tomatoes, green pepper, onion, and cucumber.
It was delicious and I told her so.
She was looking down at her plate but I could see her smiling.

“I fucked the cucumber before I put it in the salad.
” “No, Baby, you didn’t,” I said, meaning, tell me you’re kidding, because if you’re not, I will get very hot imagining it.
I didn’t tell her that.
“I did,” she said, smirking at me like somebody else’s cat.
“It was really good.

” “Well, now I want seconds.
” She broke up and I knew she approved.
It always made me happy if she thought something I said was a good comeback.
I laughed with her and as I watched her, so happy, so beautiful at that moment, love gripped my heart so tight I thought it would stop.

I had no doubt she did pleasure herself with the cucumber.
(It did have a familiar zest).
Chastity was nearly impossible for one man to satisfy.
If I came home late from work she didn’t ask me why I was late or where I’d been.


She’d throw her arms around me and say, “I’m so glad you’re home.
I beat off five times today thinking about you.
” Comments like that can make a man go the extra mile, and the next morning I felt like I had run a marathon.
In the years with her, I lost nearly twenty pounds.

When she wasn’t ribbing me about things like the joy of getting off with vegetables, Chastity smothered me with wet kisses and declared her love.
Nearly every hour on the hour she would cuddle up to me and say things like, “I love you so much, Honey.


” And the loving words she spoke during sex made me believe she would never leave me.
I blame her mother for ending it.
Chastity was devoted to Mommy, they were extremely close, and Marie didn’t approve of her baby sharing my place—especially my bed.
Her chief complaint was that I was too old.
When you hear a grown woman calling her mother “Mommy”, it’s safe to conclude that she hasn’t shaken off her childlike dependency.

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