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When I don’t behave with your pictures….I was talking recently to a friend on here and I told them I would behave and not share their photos with anyone if they shared them with me privately. Their response surprised me. The LIKED the idea of me NOT behaving with their pictures!!So, my dearest, sit back and touch yourself, quietly as you read how I respond to what you do to me!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My phone buzzed and I knew without a shadow of a doubt who had sent the text. My wife was sitting across the table from me. Her best friend from her c***dhood was to my right and the ex-jock slash brainless oaf she had married was just sitting down from going to the restroom. I noticed that his hands were to dry. He is such a gross bastard.I wanted to go immediately and see what she had said. An hour earlier, I had sent my young flirting friend from Xhamster a message daring her to send me a picture of her in her birthday suit. She had been sending me increasingly risqué shots over the last few weeks and I hoped… God how I dreamed of what she had sent to me!!Once the dinner was over I excused myself to the men’s room and immediately checked the text. All it said was, “Check your second email, file too large for your text.” I swore. I wanted to smash my phone. I was still at least 3 hours of dreaming, wondering and hoping what was going to be in the download file. But instead of seeing it, I was going to be stuck talking to a moron and watching my wife as she relived events from 30 years earlier!The evening finally drew to an end and as we walked in the door to our house, Stephanie announced that she was heading to bed. 30 years ago that meant, “Hint, hint, nudge, wink, come on big guy and get you some!!” Now I knew it meant she was going to sleep and I could do whatever I wanted, she was going to sleep. Period. Did I mention she was going to sleep?!!?!?!I tried to look casual as I went into my office/den and woke up my computer. Watching my wife’s feet disappear up the stairwell, I clicked on the email app and waited as 16 messages appeared in my mailbox. Scanning the list, I saw hers third from the bottom, with a paperclip attachment symbol right there. Looking out the door once more, I clicked on the attachment and watched as my photo viewer software loaded and her tight young body appeared.She had blurred out the photo. No face. But I had studied her body parts for months now. bahis firmaları I knew every inch, every mole, and every curve. I recognized the swells and shadows of her tight young body. More to the point, I could tell it was her because she said, “Here it is, give me what I want.”She had told me before how thinking of how excited I got looking at her turned her on. I had offered to send her a picture of me cumming on her pictures, but she said she did not get the whole tribute thing. She thought most of that was borderline disgusting at best and out and out gross and juvenile most of the time.But knowing that did not lessen how my cock strained at the front of my jeans. I needed to get off! I had been waiting for almost five hours to look at this picture (not to mention the weeks leading up to getting her to send it!!) and now I needed a release in the worst way!I stood up and took a deep breath. Stephanie had gone to bed. She was probably almost asleep all ready! I undid my belt, unbuttoned the waistband, pulled the zipper down. My cock pushed the thin cotton fabric of my briefs out like the bladder on a soccer ball that had burst its cover and now bulged out in a lewd attempt to escape! I smiled. There was a dark wet dollop, maybe the size of a quarter near the seam where the elastic waistband and cloth were seamed. I had been leaking, waiting and anticipating this moment!I pulled the band out and down and pushed both articles of clothing down over my hips and as I sat down, all the way past my knees. My cock is not huge in length, but it is long enough and it seems to have grown in girth lately. It stood like a weathervane in a windstorm, swaying back and forth yet pointing straight up at the same time. It made me smile.I expanded her image to full screen. She is so thin; not boney and certainly not boyish, but thin, sleek with beautiful lines and nice mouthful breasts that made my mouth water. God how I wanted to take her hard little nipples into my lips and feel her moan as my tongue flicked back and forth upon her flesh that my lips held fast!I spit into the palm of my hand and looked down. There was a small glistening drop of excited precum pooled in the slit of my cock head. “I am a drooling fool for her!” I thought to myself. Then my hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, down near its base and gave it a nice firm squeeze as I looked at her picture.My eyes slid down across her firm stomach, lingering on the shiny study in her kaçak iddaa navel for just a moment before descending into the region she had never shown to me before. I slid the ring of my thumb and forefinger up the shaft of my cock as the rest of my hand wrapped around it and squeezed, forcing blood cum and lust up higher into the now purpling bulbous head!I thought about just how tight those young vaginal lips would be, were my glistening glans to nudge open the petals that peaked out at me. She would be wet and willing and yet, so tight and hot. As my hand slid slowly back down the shaft of my rod, I imagined the sensations of pushing slowly deeper into her. Feeling her shudder, her back arching up toward me, receiving me deeper into her until I was buried in her womb.I did not want to go fast. I wanted to go slowly. I wanted to feel every bit of her!! So I stroked myself slowly, imagining her moaning with a primal need to be pleasured and to know her desires fulfilled. My cock was a poor surrogate for the warmth and moisture that her secret path of pleasure would be and was in my mind. I raised the palm of my hand to my tongue.I tasted my own spit. There was the slight hint of stale piss and… yes, it was there too. The salty taste of my cum as it was building into a flood within the swelling girth of my penis. I closed my eyes and I saw the form of her etched upon the inside of my eyelids. The only difference was she now moved and came to life. My cock was once again caught up in the vice of her pussy and pulled deeper and deeper in until I was buried to the hilt inside of her!!I began with the firm long strokes now. Imagining our hips, rising to one another, caressing and then pulling back only to reunite in delicious perfection the next second!! In and out, up and down: the sensations of our union were mirrored by the manual manipulation of my now raging cock! I was not going to last long. Not now. And my anticipation, need and desire grew with every thrust of my hips, every stroke of my hand. Every time my hand pounded down into my torso I imagined her thin body crashing down into mine. The sensation was so real and so gratifying.Now I was stroking quicker, with long full and hard strokes. There was no denying the need and the urgency threatened to overtake me at any moment. I was licking my lips rotating my hips as if I was between her lovely long thighs. I was driving myself hard into her cunt. I could almost hear the squishing sound kaçak bahis of me pushing out the flood of her excitement. Her labia could not hold the cream, the nectar of her lust as it spilled and ran down the cleft of her ass and splashed out onto the cheeks of her bottom. My nuts were soon soaking as they slapped over and over again into her!Then I heard the growl and groans. I ground my teeth a desperate attempt to keep myself from screaming! My testicles were rising and turning. They both pulled up so tight against me that for a moment I wondered if they might not bury themselves in my torso!!I squeezed tightly around the base of my little soldiers helmet. The flesh had turned nearly purple and small blisters and bumps threatened to make their appearance on the flesh strained to its uttermost! Then my head whipped back, my toes curled, my eyes crossed and closed as I felt the first jets of cum shoot out over my mist and next to the keyboard of my computer!! Again and again I pumped out white ropes of unbridled hunger for my young friend! As I opened my eyes I saw the puddles and streams betraying what I had done. I looked up at the picture and thought I could almost see her face. In my mind she was smiling, knowing what she had done to me. She knew how addicted I was to experiencing her more and more. I needed her and that realization made her shiver in ecstasy as well.I pulled off my pants and briefs. I used the briefs to wipe up the mess I had made. My head still spun with desire and at that moment, nothing else mattered. The only thing that mattered was that we each had fulfilled one more fantasy, one more tentative step down the road to sexual liberation.I smiled at the computer and wondered how I could ever repay her for sharing with me her beautiful body.That was when I decided it was time I revealed to her what a tremendous power and influence her form and pictures had over me. So I started typing this very story. And I am getting hard again and am going to need to beat off one more time before I retire to the same bedroom with my snoring wife….~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tell me, does it work that way for you too? Do you have special partners here with who you also…share certain private pleasures?Does it make you ladies hot just knowing that sharing your images with us, excite the men on here to this point? Does it get you wet, make you touch yourself as we do?Does it make you want to go get your camera and start uploading?God I hope so, because my nuts are rising yet again, just thinking about it!!!Please let me know what you think….. You have no idea how powerful an affect THAT has on me as well!!
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