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My world blurred and then there was more wine in my mouth and then the his hard penis again. 

“Look at your bitch. Like mom like daughter.” I heard him say from far away. I just kept sucking. trying to breath while my tongue lapped up his cock. I heard my mom sob, and cry “Baby no.” I tried to turn my head by his fingers were in my hair and he pressed into my farther. Foot steps, running. But they were running away, and then the door slammed and I was left all alone. His body started to pulse in my mouth and twitch and he let out a low growl of a groan before the sticky stuff he usually spurting onto my body splashed into my mouth. Hot, sticky, and hard to swallow he pulled out of me and japanese clamped my jaw shut until it was all gone. He patted my head like I was a puppy and let me collapse dizzily onto the floor as the room spun around amateur me. The best memories of life are from those unexpected moments when a friendship with a girl develops into something unbelievably intense, culminates in the physical, and then maintains that pleasant level for a couple of years until you both move on. The memories last forever, and you always have that special gleam in your memory about the beauty of it. Most Hardcore people have those memories -- or at least I hope they do. It's an amazing thing. In my case, though, it happened with my sister. The summer before my senior year in high school my parents took Karen, myself, and a friend of hers, Lisa on a trip to Cozumel, Mexico for a ten days. My parents are fairly well-off, not extravagantly wealthy but doing well enough to afford occasional luxuries. Karen was almost 16 and had developed into a gorgeous young woman. Her arms were long and almost thin, but her body was curvaceous and toned. She had long amber hair and this amazing laugh that made her entire face light up. I knew that she was beautiful, both inside and out, but my feelings towards her were not consciously sexual. Instead it was more of a quiet pride in the intelligent, happy, and beautiful young woman she was becoming. We had been at the resort in Cozumel a few days when our parents decided to go in to town for the day to shop, eat, and basically have some mom-and-dad alone time. We were all old enough and responsible enough that they were comfortable leaving us alone at the resort for the day. And honestly I wonder if they suspected something might happen and just didn't care all that much. Our parents had always made sure we were knowledgeable about human sexuality, and figured that was better than us getting bored and getting in trouble asian in a more public way. They knew it was our vacation too, after all. And I'm pretty sure they also had wild adventures when they were our age. So the parents headed into town early in the morning. We all woke up about an hour after they left and put on our uniforms for the trip, which in our cases happened to be bathing suits. Karen looked amazing. She wore a lime green bikini that was just *this* side of being too small. Long hours beachside had caused her to get a great tan that made her cheeks flush red whenever she would laugh. Lisa wore a bikini that was about the same size as Karen's but solid white, contrasting nicely with her dark, long, silky brown hair. Before the trip Lisa and I had this relationship that bordered just this side of being confrontational. She was hot, but came across a being slightly arrogant. Further, she was my sister's best friend, so there was this unspoken rule that she was off-limits. In retrospect I think this came from my sister; cumshot I think Karen was attracted to me on a forbidden level, but just couldn't let herself admit it -- even to herself. So instead she sent off subtle clues of jealousy that became slightly more pronounced whenever Lisa was around. You're hypersensitive to those things about girls when you're that age, so to make sure Karen knew that I got the message I would joke around with Lisa in kind of a passive-aggressive way. “So you aren’t going to fire me for catching you?” I asked feeling a rollercoaster of emotions. I broke the kiss, needing to gulp in more air. Back and forth he directed the tip of his dark purple asian conical head against her firm titties. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. “Please, please, japanese do that,” cooed Hardcore Sandra. I mean, hey, it's not my fault I'm still a virgin for Chrissakes. “Fuck, I can feel that!” the futa moaned. I would do anything to have him cumshot fill me with his juices. Then Paloma shoved my panties down the front of her dress and grabbed my hips. As she did the two exchanged words in what sounded to Julie like Hebrew but she wasn't sure. With this sudden surge of passion he pushed me back onto his bed and climbed on top of me suffocating me with his lips. This made Rachel unbelievably horny. "Oh yes!" She turned on her headlamp and was relieved to be able to see again. I was making it clear that I wanted him to fuck me, but he took his time, slowly teasing me into a near frenzy. That made me think maybe my hard-on was too amateur little to hurt her, that my unappealing looks and nature extended to that most important part of me. Was having a little prick another trait girls could sense? I smacked Mrs. Fattorusso’s humongous ass as she began bouncing on my cock.