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More beauty than picture. I gotta go. I just sat there for a while thinking. I know she wants him; so eventually, one way or the other, they will end up fucking. I cooked up a nice Italian meal for the two of us and opened a good bottle of wine.

Neither of us said much during dinner. After we put the dishes in the dishwasher, we went outside to finish the wine. Daryll lit a cigar, something he seldom does during the week. I sighed in relief! At that point, I knew that I would never have to worry about Daryll getting smitten with her.

To him, intelligence is even more important that sexiness when it comes to any kind of a relationship other than just sex. He nodded. One of them was lying, and I knew exactly which one it was. Daryll is a terrible liar. After we finished the bottle, we watched a movie. It finished around We were both tired after going to sleep so late the night before, so we went to bed.

I mean, we already have Tanya. I understood what he meant, and I know he was speaking the truth. To him, she has nothing to offer other than sex.

At that point, he rolled over and pressed his big stiff cock into my butt crack. He reached a hand around me, slid it up under the T-shirt I was wearing and cupped my right boob. Then he started humping my butt crack. Besides, I always get into it within a few minutes, so why not. I reached down between my legs and gently kneaded his balls.

I grabbed the base of his cock. It was hard as a rock. That drives me crazy! I started tickling my clit lightly, and Daryll rolled my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before the juices started flowing.

At that point, I reached down and eased his cock inside of me. That also makes me crazy. Him too. His slid his hand down and took over tickling my clitoris, freeing up my hand to play with his balls.

My thoughts turned to Lisa. I wondered if she would let Daryll fuck her in the ass. Her butthole seemed so tiny, so incredibly tight when I stuck my finger up inside of it. Could he even get it in there without splitting her open? Then I visualized me riding him cowgirl style while she sat on his face. It was about then when I boiled over. I had a wonderful orgasm. It was the kind that left me hypersensitive, so I pulled away and guided his cock up my ass.

I must have been super wet by then, because he eased it right in. He fucked me for a couple of minutes like that, before I pulled away again. I rolled him to his back, mounted him cowgirl, held his cock against my puckering butthole, and sat down.

I lay down and kissed him passionately as he worked his pelvis, driving his cock in and out of my rectum in short, fast movements, all the while smashing his pelvic bone into my clitoris with every stroke. He grabbed my butt cheeks and started sliding me up and down the length of his shaft with long, slow strokes.

My clit was no longer making contact, so I reached down and caressed it myself. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed myself up with my hands. Daryll took my left nipple in his mouth, sucking and tonguing it. Then he bit it. That pushed me over the edge, and I had another orgasm.

He told me afterwards that I was speaking gibberish through that one, as if I was speaking in tongues or something. I have no memory of that. I just remember his big cock stabbing my asshole relentlessly and those teeth clamping down on my nipple. When my orgasm passed, he pulled me down against his chest and rolled the two of us over.

His cock remained buried deep inside of me until I was face down on the bed. After jamming my pillow beneath my abdomen, he extended his arms to hover above me then started slamming his pelvis against my bottom with all his might, driving his cock in and out of me like a jackhammer.

It was glorious. He fucked me hard in the ass like that for a few minutes, the he pulled it out and shoved it up my pussy and continued with the pounding. After a few minutes there, he pulled out and shoved in back up my ass. At that point, I sensed he was getting close. I squeezed my butthole against him with all my might. That soon finished him. Cum squirted all over me before I could wheel around and get it into my mouth.

He must have really been worked up, because I drank and drank. Finally, he dried up and flopped on the bed. Typically, Daryll just cums inside of me during anal, but I know he loves it when I drink it, especially during anal. I kind of like it too. It makes me feel so nasty, and nasty is good. Anyway, I pulled my pillow up, flopped down on it, and lay there panting. My left eye opened, but my right eye was glued shut with dried cum. I worked it open and went to the bathroom.

After a much desired pee accompanied by a long, drawn out series of undesired farts, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had dried cum all over my face and in my hair. I looked like hell, but I felt good. I had that nice warm sensation in my butt I always experience the morning after anal sex. I went to the kitchen, turned on the coffee maker, and headed toward the shower. When I passed the bed, I looked down at Daryll lying there on his back.

The thin sheet that covered him did little to hide his massive boner. I wondered if he was dreaming about Lisa and how she sucked his cock. With that thought in mind, I gently pulled back the sheet. His cock was so hard it was pulsating. I crawled up on my knees on his left side and took it in my mouth.

I knew it would take a long time, but I was determined to prove that I was better at it than she is. I grasped the base of his shaft in right hand and pumped while I bobbed my head up and down, sucking hard and using plenty of tongue action. I threaded my left hand beneath his left leg and gently fondled his balls. He woke up a minute or so into it. I released his balls, wet my left index finger, and worked my finger up his tight little asshole as I pumped and sucked him.

I worked my finger around massaging his prostate as I blew him with every bit of skill and energy I could muster. I worked a second finger up inside of him. He moaned and groaned like mad. I knew those sounds he was making. They stem from a combination of pleasure and pain. Oddly enough, inflicting a little pain turned me on. Still jacking him off, I spit out his dick and drew his left nut into my mouth. I sucked hard and even bit down a little as I worked my fingers up his ass as deep as they would go.

In the end she agreed to let me read my own books as long as I kept track of the actual book we were reading. My younger brother Eric asks if he can take off his pants too and Ethan says yeah, just make sure you have clean underwear on. The guy proceeds to slowly rub the lotion on his face as the whole class watches him in confusion. Now people call him lotion boy. I never got to eat my Pringles : Okay, so this was in fourth grade, and I was in this class with all these dumbass kids.

I started scoping the area, trying to find my Pringles. Moira was this chubby girl in my class that literally ALWAYS wore this purple princess dress that should be classified as a bad Halloween costume seriously and was known for being a bitch. So I stomp out of the class and start searching for Moira. So after a solid 10 minutes, I find a group of these kids crowded at the side of one of the portable classrooms.

I rush over to see what it is. The kids were eating Pringles. Barbecue flavored Pringles. Thinking that my parents must have thrown away the box for box tops, I called my mom to ask how long and at what temperature to cook chicken nuggets.

She told me both of them, I laid out about 20 on a tray and stuck it in the oven, setting the timer before I walked out of the kitchen.

When it was almost time to get my chicken nuggets, I walked into a cinnamon scented kitchen. I searched all over that kitchen, trying to find the cinnamon scent, leading me to the oven. I decide to turn on the oven light to see if maybe my mom had stuck some cookies in the oven and forgot to bake them, but instead, I find that the tray my chicken nuggets were on has cookies on it instead! Somehow in some form, I had accidentally baked snickerdoodles. And that is why my parents can never take my cooking seriously.

Painting a roller coaster : So in my junior year of high school I got a project to make a roller coaster for my physics class. Everything was going fine until the day my partner and I had to paint the thing. We were in my garage spray painting the tubes and these two guys come marching up to the house across the street and start yelling at the top of their lungs, beating on the door.

Well I called the police, closed the garage and parked myself in front of the dining room window. Long story short the police showed up in full gear broke down the door and brought out the two boys at gunpoint. Jellyfish fiasco : So when I was like 9 I went to this aquarium thing and it was a pretty amusing trip overall. The next day at school, the teacher asked us what we had done over the weekend. Now normally I never raise my hand. But I did this time.

I fucking did it this time. The worst possible time. Eighth grade games : So when I was in the eighth grade, science class was the most boring hours of my life.

I started panicking because the game noises were excruciatingly loud. I kept playing and got eaten by a ghost almost after I pressed the start button my hands were shaking like crazy ….

My teacher and everyone else started laughing and I got so red afterwards. Now when we stand up for the pledge, he moves all the way to the back of the room away from me….

So still, to this day, I get my hands confused. The principal and I were quite aquatinted at this point and so I told her why I was sent back to her office again, and she laughed. And laughed.

My principal wrote on the back of my hands, L and R. She did the same to hers. Anyway, I was on a cruise ship with my grandparents, and I spot this super cute guy a couple years older than me. I make eye contact with thus cute guy, look at my Grandparents who both look extremely disappointed, and a few other people are looking at me.

Obviously I left the room immediately. Sporting goods : So I have this health teacher who is really insane about exercise. This woman has done ironman triathlons, and talks about going to the YMCA at am.

Basically we have this project to pick a health goal to do for a month. Things like drinking water or doing squats. For that you need some motivation so we were talking about physical things to reward ourselves with. She decided to tell us about her sporting goods fetish, where she goes into a store and buys a bunch of gear like they were books.

Looking back that was my first existential crisis. Now, in 6th grade I had one really close friend who I never actually got into a fight with. I was really good at holding grudges because I was not a forgiving child, so for three weeks I completely ignored my best friend in anger to the point where she started crying in front of the teacher and he asked what was going on.

Sniffing candles with my best friend : So my best friend and I were in a super market and there were a lot of new candles. Whatever I guess we sniffed to much candles because we started laughing very hard and I lay on the floor and my best friend fell into to pasta shelf which made us laugh even more and louder and people were already staring at us. All glowed up : After the final bell, my friend and I were walking to our buses after school through a crowded hallway. We were talking about childhood and reminiscing about old memories, and we somehow started talking about which people became hot since middle school.

And OF COURSE he heard her, but it was so awkward so he just walked past us looking down at his phone and my friend fell on the ground from embarrassment. Chinese class : I took Chinese at school as a freshman. Our teacher wanted us to watch a Chinese movie in that free time, and I just so happened to watch one recently on YouTube. I offered to find it, and my teacher let me use her computer, that was connected to a Promethean board so that the whole class could see what I was doing on the screen.

When I opened my history I was mortified since stupid me had forgotten that being the awkward virgin that I was at the time I had searched up tutorials on kissing and making out that previous night.

The whole class was hysterically laughing, my teacher was extremely confused, and I almost cried as I scrolled past all the kissing tutorials and finally found the movie. Coca-Cola disaster : A couple years ago my friends and I were going to see a movie in the theatre at the mall. Instead of paying the ridiculous movie theatre prices for pop and candy, we decided to go to target to buy some stuff. My friend told me she had seen a bottle with my name on it inside this bin of Coke.

The pop was at least five or six feet in diameter. I watched as people passed the mess and made looks of disgust. Imagine if I had opened it inside of the theatre…. At The Disco concert and she promised me she would face time me so that I could watch with her. So she messaged me at like the middle of the night telling me to answer her FaceTime call but I was at my neighbors house which also happened to be my cousins house so I started running out the door and my sister followed me behind and was chasing after me.

I waited for almost two hours, refusing to take a shower even though the mud was starting to dry up. This was two years ago and to this day every time my sister sees the pothole she starts dying from laughter. The toilet phase : When I was younger, around 3 or 4 years old, I had a phase of flushing things down the toilet.

I opened the cap, let it go into the toilet, and flushed. Slappy trails : One time in fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the bathroom. Before I continue, I should specify two things. Now for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion.

So there I was, swinging my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner…. I had accidentally slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush.

I was mortified, but he just started laughing. The ramen incident : I have decided to remain anonymous to protect my identity from the foolishness. I removed the various packets from the bowl, added the flavor and vegetables, then put the bowl in the microwave. After about a minute or two, I realized something was wrong.