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 Jasmine Moves on.

   She'd been in and out of my bed for weeks.  She'd learned everything I
could teach her, and then invented a few other things all on her own. 
Jasmine was brown, beautiful and just fourteen.  Never had an adult man
been blessed with such an enthusiastic teenage lover.  But all good things,
they say, must come to an end.  And so it was with Jasmine and me.

   She chose the place well.  I'll give her that.  We were back in the town
swimming pool where I'd popped her cherry and had been lazily swimming up
and down.  She came up against the shallow end of the pool and sat with her
back to it.

   'How many girls have you done it with?' she asked.  I'd never really got
used to her direct approach.  Always embarrassingly straight to the point.
'Er....dunno really....six or seven, I suppose.  Why?' 'Just
wondered....How do you ask them?' A light came on in the back of my brain.
A warning light.  Something was brewing.

   'Can't you remember then?' I quipped, working hard to keep the smile on
my face.  'Mmmm....but you didn't really ask me....you just sort of took me
into the family changing rooms and....well....did me!'

   'Yeah; I s'pose I did, but I'd have stopped if you'd said...and you knew
it was going to happen, you said so.  Why'd you ask?' Panic was rising
fast. Was this some sort of prelude to accusing me of raping her?  Had we
been found out and she was pushing the blame onto me?  Surely not!.  Or was
it?  As I said, panic.

   She got out of the pool and, once again, caused a commotion.  Not her,
you understand, but her swim suit.  She'd insisted I buy it for her, 'It'll
contrast my skin colour nicely.' She'd said.  And so it did.  White always
looks good on a brown body, but the Speedo suit she'd chosen was virtually
completely see through when wet.  I'd told her it would be but she'd just
said not to be silly, but now she looked down at herself and she knew I was
right.  She stood at the side of the pool, and turned towards me and the
rest of the occupants of the building.  Her eyes quickly scanned the
onlookers and the look of triumphant satisfaction on her face was
unmistakable.  As were her breasts and the dark brown nipples that capped
them and her belly button and her neatly trimmed pubic hair.  Even her
brown skin showed through.  She might just as well have been naked.

   Every man in the place gawped at her.  Wives hissed at their husbands,
other girls glared, single men just stared, one was even holding his
crotch.

   I'd seen her do this before, posing for a second or two as she left the
water, just to give the men a chance to have a quick look at her.  I'd
always thought she did it deliberately, to see the reaction of other guys,
and now I could see I was right.  Then she'd always been wearing her black
suit.  Sexy, high cut legs and it showed the shape of her gorgeous body to
perfection, but this was a different animal altogether.  This was an
exhibitionist's suit.  Jasmine was turning into something that fourteen
year old girls just shouldn't be.  But there again, Jasmine wasn't your
average fourteen year old girl.  Not anymore.  Not since I'd fucked her in
the changing room cubicle.

   I climbed out and we set off for the changing rooms.  She was unusually
quiet as we showered.  In the cubicle she let me peel off the showpiece
swimsuit, and stood there naked; female perfection.  She looked me straight
in the eyes.

   'Andy, there's something I've gotta tell you.' My growing erection
suddenly wilted.  'Here it comes.' I thought.  'I'm history.' 'What is it?
Sounds like you're dumping me.' She lowered her eyes.  Those gorgeous dark
pools of liquid paradise, that it seems I wouldn't be looking into for much
longer!

   `Well, not exactly....it's just that a boy at school has asked me
out....and, well, I thought maybe you wouldn't mind....' she stopped there,
looking up again, her eyes full of pleading and tearing at my heart.  It
was inevitable though.  She was a very beautiful girl, and every boy in the
school must have fantasised about her.  She must have starred in hundreds
of wet dreams.  I'll bet there's many a stained bed sheet that's directly
attributable to Jasmine.  'I'm surprised it took this long, really.' I told
her, the resignation in my voice just a little too obvious for my liking.
She took my hand.  'I'll still come round your house.  I'm not gonna, you
know....do it with him...just go out with him.' She meant it too.  I could
see she was being honest with me.  She always was.  'You mean you're going
to go out with one guy and get your jollies with another?  Really my girl,
that's a bit off isn't it?' She looked surprised.  'Don't you want me to
come around then?' I smiled.  'Jasmine, I never want you to get out of my
bed, never mind leave my house, but think about it.  He may be a really
nice guy, and you'd feel bad about it if it turned into a permanent thing.
Remember my wife?  You don't want to be a cheat do you?'

   She chewed her bottom lip.  A sure sign that she was doing a bit of deep
thinking.  Then she nodded, 'S'pose you're right.  But it seems awful just
giving you up!' What a sweetie.  Dumps me and she feels bad about it.

   'Awful?  I think it stinks!  But I'm not much of an option for you, so I
guess you gotta move on.  I always knew you would, sooner or later.' Her
head bowed ever so slightly, and she sighed.  'Mmm.  I s'pose your right
about that as well.' 'Yeah, real clever dick me!' She looked up.  The
mischievous look on her face, the Jasmine I loved so much!.  'Clever? 
Yeah, and it's talented too!  Great piece of work that.' We both chuckled,
the atmosphere lifting a little.  Then she brought it all crashing down. 
'I'll miss him though.  I'll never forget.  You were my first.  That can't
be changed.' I took her in my arms and hugged her.  Tears streamed down my
face.

   'I'll always be there for you, no matter what.' I said.  We stood there
for a minute, naked, hugging each other and both of us crying buckets of
tears.

   I walked her to the bus stop, and she kissed me goodbye as she got on
the number twelve.  This was different.  We usually walked back to my house
and spent a hour or two fucking each other's brains out.  That was now a
thing of the past.  I stood alone in the High Street, staring at my
reflection in the window of the empty Woolworths store opposite.  Who was
that guy?  How come he got so lucky with such a beautiful teenager and got
away with it?  What did she see in him that lasted for, what was it, three
months?  Time, tide and beautiful women wait for no man.  Jasmine had moved
on.  And good luck to her too.  She deserves the best that life can give
her.  Some guy is going to be a really lucky husband one day.  Hope he
doesn't mind her not being a virgin though!

   I, however, was back to the old routine of getting up, watching a movie,
and going to bed.  What a bummer.  But that's life.

   A few weeks later, (oddly enough as I was taking in the milk) she
appeared again.  Jasmine that is.

   'Uh, Hello.  I just got that 'Deja Vu' feeling!  How you doin'?' She
smiled sheepishly at me.  'I'm fine.  Nice to see you again.' 'Mmm....nice
to see you too!  What you been up to then, anything good?' 'No, not
really.' Something in her tone of voice told me there was something on her
mind.  'Want a cuppa?  I've just made a pot.' She chewed her lip.  I knew
exactly what she was thinking.  'No strings attached, just a cup of tea. 
Promise.' She relaxed and smiled.  'OK.  That would be nice.' In the
kitchen I poured two mugs of tea and we stared at each other over the
kitchen table.  'School finished for the summer then, has it?' It was the
first week in August and the road had been very quiet during the day.  A
sure sign of school holidays.  'Yeah, six weeks.' It suddenly dawned on me
that if there was no school, what the hell was she doing here anyway?

   'My Dad's taking us all to Pakistan next week, for a month....should be
good.' She obviously couldn't get around to telling me what was on her
mind, so I prompted her.  'What's up?  Just tell me.  I can see you got a
problem.' She seemed oddly shy.  Not like Jasmine at all.  She opened her
mouth, then closed it again, took a mouthful of tea, and tried to start
again, but nothing came out.  'Hmm.  Something you feel too embarrassed
about to tell me.  Must be your love life.  Not pregnant are you?  Or got a
nasty rash or something?'

   'No!  Course not!' she retorted somewhat angrily.  'If you're just going
to be nasty, I'll go.' I'd obviously put my foot in it.  'Sorry....only
trying to help.  What is it though?  Come on, this is me you're talking to.
Hell, we must be close enough for you to tell me anything.' Her expression
softened a little and her shoulders dropped a fraction.  She swirled the
tea around her mug and stared at it.

   'I had wanted to ask a favour, but I don't think it's such a good idea
now I'm here.' She was still looking into her mug.  This wasn't the old
Jasmine I knew.  Something different.  She wanted to hide something. 
'Well, I can only say no, and I probably won't.  You should have a little
more faith, lover.' She coloured up a little at the word 'lover'.  'OK. 
But I don't think you'll like it.' She still hadn't looked me in the eye.
'Can I borrow your house?' I stared at her.

   'Borrow my house?  What you gonna do with it?  Take it to Pakistan for a
month?' She shook her head.  'No, don't be silly.  You see, me and Connor,
we want to....er....you're not gonna like this....' 'You and Connor?  He
your knew boyfriend then?' She nodded vigorously.  'And you want to borrow
my house?' More nodding.  'You want to bring him here?  Does he know who I
am, about us?  Do you remember about us?  'Yes, he knows we went out, but I
didn't say we had sex.  He knows I wasn't a virgin, but I didn't say it was
you.  'So you've done it with him then?' 'Oh, yeah, like we did the first
time, you know, hands on the wall?' I smiled.  How could I forget.  'But
it's not the same as being in bed, is it?  Can't have a cuddle and relax
after.' 'Um.  Right.  Well, I can see your problem.  Can't go home with
him, and probably can't go to his house either.  So you thought of me Well,
I hadn't expected this sort of thing, but hey, what are friends for, huh?
You want to make sure he's waiting for you when you get back from Pakistan,
and giving him a good seeing to before you go should do the trick. 
Reasonable thinking, I suppose.' She was nodding again, but she still
hadn't held my eye.  There was more to this than she was telling.

   'It's OK then?  You don't mind?'

   'I can't say I don't mind.  I'm as jealous as hell.  But OK, If you want
to, as I said, it's what friends are for.  When you want to bring him?  And
I suppose you don't want me downstairs listening to the bed springs, huh?'
She giggled a bit.  Old cocky stirred.  Her giggles trigger all sorts of
fantasies for me.  'How about tomorrow?  Or is that too soon?' 'Tomorrow?
No rush then!' She frowned.  'Only kidding.  What time you going to be
here, and when can I come back home?' 'One, until, say, three?' 'Blimey,
not lost your appetite then!  I'll leave a key under the empty milk bottle,
clean sheets on the bed, and I'll not be around.  Happy?' 'Yeah, thanks,
Andy.  I'd better be off.  Connor's waiting for me at MacDonald's.  He'll
be chuffed!' 'Who wouldn't be!  He's a lucky guy.  Don't you let him forget
that.' She kissed me on the cheek and trundled off.

   I sat in the kitchen mulling things over.  She really takes the piss
that Jasmine.  Wants to borrow my house to fuck her new guy in comfort. 
Cheek of it.  But there again, if you don't ask you don't get.  I'd told
her that plenty.  But something was wrong.  She had avoided eye contact
with me all the time.  Usually she's in your face, up front, big beautiful
eyes gazing into yours.  Something was definitely amiss.

   What a pity I couldn't be a fly on the wall.  Seeing Jasmine getting a
strong young buck fucking the living daylights out of her would be the
treat of a lifetime.  It was at this point my darker, more perverted (it is
possible) side stirred and came to life.

   The next day at twelve forty-five, I settled on the stool in my double
wardrobe, and pulled the doors closed.  With a little jiggling, the lock
located in the brass mortise, and I slid up the bolt on the other door. 
Anyone trying the doors would find them locked, yet by only unbolting the
one door, I could get out in a second.  Big box of tissues to clean up the
inevitable, bottle of water to drink, empty bottle to pee in if needs be,
and the view of the bed through the louvers at the top of the doors,
superb. Well organised.  All I needed now was Jasmine and her lover boy,
and I'd got a voyeur's paradise.

   I didn't have to wait long.  Predictably, bang on one o clock the front
door opened and I heard Jasmine say, 'It's OK, no ones here.  Andy's out
and he said it was OK.  See....' A concerned male voice said, 'You sure? 
We'll be in deep shit otherwise....he'll think we're burglars or
something.' 'He wouldn't have left a key out for me would he, if it wasn't
alright.' Again the male voice, still a bit anxious.  'Mm, I spose so.'
Steps on the stairs, then the bedroom door opens.

   I stand up cautiously, and peep out of the louvers and then I saw why
Jasmine wouldn't look me in the eye.  She's brought a boy along, as she
said, no problem there, but the thing she kept quiet about was....there
were two of them!  Yes!  Jasmine had got two young guys with her, and was
folding back the bed sheets as I stared opened mouthed at the scene before
me.  Unbelievable.  'Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' Jasmine, had
organised a gang bang for herself.  No wonder she needed somewhere to do
it. She turned to the two guys, and put a hand on each of their shoulders.

   'Well, come on then, Connor, this was your idea.  You gonna keep me
waiting all day, or are you two gonna get naked?' Connor, it seemed, was
the red haired, tall boy.  The other one, smaller and plumper, as yet
un-named, shrugged off his jacket, undid his belt and dropped his trousers.

   Connor, however, got busy with Jasmine, hands up her skirt pulling down
her knickers.  Plump boy got hold of her T shirt and pulled it up and over
her head.  Brown skin exposed, white bra shining.  Connor stripped off his
sweat shirt, dropped his trousers and pants in one go and watched, sitting
on the bed naked, dick stiffening, as plump boy busied himself with
Jasmine's bra.  Off it came, followed by plump boy's shirt.

   Jasmine stepped back, and undid her skirt.  She let it drop, and stood
there naked as the day she was born.  Plump boy, the only one wearing
anything, hooked his thumbs in his pants and slid them off, a huge grin on
his face, his eyes devouring Jasmine.

   'Oh my God!' Squeaked Jasmine.  And no wonder.  Plump boy's cock was
just outrageous for a teenager.  As his pants went down, his cock sprang
into view.  It must have been at least nine inches long, thick,
circumcised, bending slightly upwards and was kept company by a huge pair
of very round, full to bursting, balls.  There wasn't a pubic hair to be
seen on him.

   'There, told you so!' Exclaimed Connor.  'Big as anyone's.  Bet it's
even bigger than your Andy's!' I went cold.  She'd lied to me.  She'd told
him, and Plump boy knew now as well.  He spoke for the first time.

   'Wow, Jazz.  You're fab.  I ain't never seen a girl naked, close up
like, only in magazines.  You're gorgeous!' He was pink in the face and his
cock was, literally, twitching up and down.  Jasmine was staring at it, her
hands cupping her face.  Rather shakily she asked him, `So you're a virgin
then, Pete?' We had a name to go with the monstrous cock now.  Pete went
even more pink.  'Er, yeah.  You, er...are gonna do it with me then? 
Connor said you would, that he'd talked to you about it, 'n it was OK with
you.' Jasmine, lip chewing furiously shot a look a Connor.  'Yeah, but its
so big!  You gotta promise to be careful with me though.  Right Connor?'
Connor rolled on the bed laughing.  'I did tell you he had a biggun!  Now
you believe me huh?  Come ere, doll, come a give us a kiss!'

   Jasmine stepped forward and moved across the bed on her hands and knees,
giving Pete and I a great view of her bum, and her pussy.  Pete took his
cock in his right hand and slowly began to masturbate.  We both watched,
transfixed, as Connor pulled Jasmine on top of him, locked his mouth on
hers, and reaching down, pulled her legs apart.  She lay face down on top
of him, her legs either side of his.  His cock (a much more reasonably
sized one) began to probe her, his hips moving up and down in short sharp
jabs, trying to find her pussy.  Jasmine reached under her belly, got hold
of his cock, and guided him home.  She was always wet, that girl, and
Connor just slid right in.

   I had my cock in my hand now, and Pete and I watched and wanked as
Connor pushed up into Jasmine and began to fuck her.  No finesse, just
pumped away as hard as he could, his hands gripping her buttocks.  She
wasn't moving with him, just bracing herself against him as he slammed into
her.  Pete shot a wad of sperm across my carpet.  Just the one.  His cock
however, showed no sign of shrinking, and he didn't even pause in his
masturbation.

   The action on the bed lasted about a minute.  Connor gave a loud groan,
and arched his back, holding Jasmine clear of the bed as he came in her. 
He fell back and Jasmine rolled off him.

   'Wicked, Jazz!  Really needed that!  Hey Pete, come on, she's waiting.'
Jasmine looked a bit worried as Pete climbed up onto the bed.  This time
instead of Jasmine's superb ass and pussy, I got to see Pete's backside,
and it was from the rear of him you really got to see the size of his
balls. They hung down between his thighs, round as an orange, (a jaffa
orange at that) and they were obviously full.  He made his way to Jasmine,
and she opened her thighs to welcome Goliath.  She rested her heels on his
back, holding his huge cock with one little brown hand, and guided her
second cock in three minutes to its rightful position.

   'You just be careful!  Don't go shoving it in me in one
bash....wait....OK....push a bit....a little bit more....again....a
bit....Oh my God!  A bit more....that's it....' Pete very carefully
followed Jasmine's instructions.  Inch by inch he pushed it into her,
whilst she held her hands against his chest to stop any sudden, and
possibly painful, influx of cock.  From the confines of the cupboard I had
a great view of the proceedings.

   'OK, that's enough!  It won't go in any further!' gasped Jasmine.  'Can
I start to do it now?' from an equally breathless Pete.  I never heard the
reply, but he started anyway.  His bum moved up and down real slow, his big
cock displacing Connor's semen like a Nodding Donkey pumping oil.  And what
a sight.  The black of her pubic hair, the brown of her skin, then the pink
of the inner part of her pussy as he pulled back, nearly turning her inside
out.  Then the white of Plump Pete's big dick and his huge balls.  Very
colourful.  Mind you, the pink bits soon disappeared from view when he
pushed in.  It was getting a bit noisy too.

   'Oh!....Oh!....Oh!' from Jasmine.  I could see that despite her
statement that it wouldn't go in any further, Plump Pete was now moving
quite smoothly in and out of her, his massive tool disappearing even
further from sight with each stroke.  In just a few strokes he managed to
stretch little Jasmine's pussy enough to accommodate the whole length of
his monstrous dick.  No wonder she was OOOing and AAAHHing a bit.

   Pete began to raise the stakes.  His pumping underwent a transformation
from Nodding Donkey to slow moving steam engine, and Jasmine's OOOs kept
perfect time with him.  He changed up a gear, his big cock flowing in and
out faster and faster, his tight balls even began to shake Connor, now
watching from the end of the bed, was wanking furiously.  He shot his load
across the bed, and as he did so, Jasmine announced her orgasm with a
shriek that would have been heard across town.

   Pete, on the other hand, kept on going.  It was his first time, and he
was obviously going to make the most of it.  It seemed that his thick,
curved cock was doing wonders for Jasmine.  As well as filling her to
capacity and a bit more, his curved cock was not only rubbing her clitoris,
but deep inside, it also was massaging her 'G' spot!  Hence the huge orgasm
she'd just had.

   Now, Pete could not be described as a 'looker' by any stretch of the
imagination.  Not with his clothes on, anyway.  Even naked, his spotty bum
detracted somewhat from the awesome sight of his wedding tackle.  So I
assumed he didn't have any luck with girlfriends.  Jasmine, however, seemed
to be impressed.  She was clinging on to him for dear life, smothering his
face with kisses, and clawing at his back with her fingers.  Her legs were
well and truly clamped around him, and she kept on calling, 'Oh!  Pete! 
Oh! Yes!  Oh!  Pete!' continuously.  The other girls in Pete's social
circles obviously didn't know what they were missing out on.

   The effect all this shagging had on me was predictable.  I shot my load
all over the back of the wardrobe door.  The effect it was having on poor
old Connor, however, was just the opposite.  His once stiff dick was now
pointing at the carpet and his big grin had turned into a big frown.  His
mate was treating his girl to the fuck of her young life and she was loving
it.

   Not a good day by anyone's standards.  Poor old Connor.  Someone should
have told him he shouldn't play dangerous games.  He might lose!  And at
that point he did just that.  Jasmine wailed out long and hard as a second
orgasm wracked her young body.  Plump Pete had really done the business for
her.  I'd never seen her come like she did the first time with Pete, so it
was probably a first for her.  But this second one seemed to come from her
very soul.  She kept on wailing and thrashing about, totally out of it, and
then Pete started to moan like a fog horn as he pumped her full of his
come.

   Jasmine loved it.  I knew she was a big fan of baby gravy, because she
had always been fascinated by it, and had loved to watch me come over her
belly and her breasts.  Now she laughed and chuckled, thrusting her hips up
to catch as much as she could.  She left none of us in any doubt that what
she craved, she'd just got, and judging by the mess there was when he
pulled out of her, I reckon Pete had been pretty pleased too.

   The two of them lay in each other's arms.  Pete grinning from ear to
ear, and Jasmine all glowing and stroking his hair.  You didn't have to be
a mind reader to see she was absolutely besotted with her new lover. 
Handsome he wasn't.  Athletic neither.  But he was hung like a horse and he
could fuck her just the way she liked it.

   None of this was lost on Connor.  A glance at him told you he was well
put out, and didn't like the situation one bit!  He made a crude and
obvious attempt at disrupting their bliss.

   'Come on Jazz, let's go.  Don't want your old boyfriend finding us here,
do we.  Besides we said we'd meet the others down the Mall....' Jasmine
interrupted him.  Her voice was distant, dreamy.  'You go....we're staying
a bit longer.  Got plenty of time.....got to rest a bit....' and with that
she put her arms around Pete and snuggled up to him.  Connor just didn't
know when he was beat.

   'Come on Jazz!  We're gonna be late....' Jasmine jerked upright and
shocked us all with her outburst.  'Just fuck off, Connor!' she stormed at
him.  'Lemme alone!' she glared at him, her eyes sparkling with anger.  He
got dressed, and with one last look at Jasmine's perfectly shaped, but
sperm streaked backside, he left.

   'You lied to me, you were never a virgin.' She accused Pete softly, but
gently.  His face fell and he tried to sit up.  She just put her hands on
his chest and pushed him down again.  'Honest, Jazz!  I never done it
before!  You're my first.' He grinned at her.  'Watched a lot of my dad's
porno films though, so I know what its about.  Hell's teeth Jazz, you're so
beautiful!  Can I suck your tits please, Jazz?  '

   She leaned forward and held her right breast to his mouth.  He suckled
like a baby for a couple of minutes, then changed sides.  His cock was
growing again, and Jasmine did something then that I'd never been able to
get her to do for me.

   She slid back until she was kneeling astride his feet, and took hold of
his stiffening cock.  Then she bent forward and took him in her mouth, and
gave him one of the best blow jobs a man could wish for.  Lucky bastard. 
The best I'd got was a bit of a lick around my knob end and a hand job. 
But here she was with a guy she'd only seen naked for the first time half
an hour ago, and she was sucking him like it was going out of fashion. 
Linda Lovelace, eat your heart out.

   Pete stared at her like he couldn't believe his eyes.  His cock was
rigid, and I swear his balls were swelling up as I looked at them.  Oh to
be a teenager again!

   'Please Jazz, stop.  I'm gonna come if you don't!' To my utter
amazement, she nodded enthusiastically without taking him out of her mouth,
and worked even harder at his dick.  Sure enough he came and she wasn't
ready for it.  She coughed and spluttered, lifting her head from his cock.
I could see his jism shoot out and hit her full in the face.  Not just one
shot.  Not even three like most normal guys, but four copious, thick jets
of semen flew from his cock, splashing on Jasmine's face, chest, and in her
hair.  Remember.  This was his second orgasm, and he'd just shot one lot in
her mouth!

   'I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  He cried out.  'I did say!' But Jasmine was not
in the market for an apology.  She was grinning from ear to ear, smoothing
the white fluid over her face and body.  She licked her lips and said,
'I've never done that before.  I thought it would be horrible, but I
couldn't help it when I saw you getting hard again.  I just had to suck it.
It was OK too.  And all that was for me.  Wow!  So much of it!'

   'Was it a lot then?' he asked.  She smiled lovingly at him.  'Connor
does three spurts, and Andy does too.  Then they had to wait for ages
before they could do it again.  You've done it twice in ten minutes, and
each time more than either of them.'

   It was then that he came up with the all-conquering, gold medal winner.

   'I guess it's 'cos you're so beautiful, Jazz.  Them women in the films
and the magazines are not nearly so sexy as you.  Anyway, I've always
fancied you something rotten.  I can't believe I'm here doing it with you.
It's like a dream!'

   Now any woman would fall over for a man like they'd been poll axed at
something like that, and Jasmine was just a teenager.  It hit her like
loves first charm and she threw herself on him, kissing him long and hard.
I barely heard the words she said, they were spoken so softly.

   'Pete, you can be with me anytime you want!  Can you do it again, are
you ready yet?' She lay on her back, and our hero mounted her.  I noticed
his balls were not so round this time though, they were swinging like a
miniature rugby ball.  His cock though, showed no sign of diminishing.  He
hooked her legs over his fore arms, pushing her feet back to her shoulders,
then positioned himself above her for a second and lowered himself slowly
down.  All three of us watched as his big knob end pushed aside her labia
and his monster cock disappeared from view.

   They fucked for an hour.  You can't believe it?  Well, you must have
forgotten what it was to be a teenager.  It was a real eye opener for me.
Beautiful, brown, fourteen year old Jasmine being ploughed by the biggest
cock imaginable, and screaming for more and more.  Oh, and yes, Plump Pete
shot another two loads into and over her before he ran dry.  I guess it's
going to be a long time before she gives Pete the elbow!

   That reminds me.  I must go and clean the back of the wardrobe door.