I used to work because I grew up on a farm with strict parents, and when financial difficulties arose, I went to look for work. Tristan was who he is, having got a job in a place called Playland (literally “Land of the Games”). It was one of those noisy places crammed with children, video games, and rides. I got a job at the store, served hamburgers and grilled steaks with cheese.

I was locked in a whole week, avoiding everyone as soon as possible. I plunged into work, and I liked her, except for one waitress who was a real bitch. She was one of the most attractive girls I've ever seen. I was always shy in front of her and meekly demolished all her whining. She sawed me for every mistake that was made, and I just lowered my eyes and looked at her long, tanned legs.

There was a very kind waitress named Sherry. She had a great figure, and she was very friendly. I think she fell in love with me because she was constantly staring at me and blushing when I caught her eyes. She had a nice southern accent, and she was pretty enough, only her beauty was accentuated by the beauty of Tina.

Tina, that was the name of that bitch. My dad subscribed to the magazine Sports Illustrated, and always pulled out the department with the girls in bathing suits. I found it in the trash and looked at the girls. Tina reminded me of Tyra Banks, both in appearance and shape. She was a dark-skinned girl, but not quite black, but lighter, if I may say so, with piercing green eyes. One day she came in a bikini top, and I almost exploded. Of course, my dick constantly got up next to her.

My stupid member was standing now, when I returned home from a late shift. I entered the house. It was dark, and I could hardly see Mrs. Jones, who was sitting there in the dark.

“I'm worried about you, Chad,” she said, turning on the light. “I’m worried that you haven’t finished five days, and you can start masturbating again.”

She was dressed in a bathrobe and sat cross-legged. She was right. I never wanted to finish like this. I was addicted to orgasms and could not refuse it. Yet, despite the fact that my member said YES, my mind kept saying NO. “I'm fine, Mrs. Jones. You don't need to pity me. ”

“I do not pity you. What's wrong, Chad? ”

"I know that I am a freak, and you do it out of pity."

“I told you that you are not a freak, you are gifted. Why do you think you're a freak? ”

I told her how Amber ran away from me when she saw my dick. Mrs. Jones face flushed, and she seemed angry.

“So you really had nothing with this girl?” She said. I shook my head, ashamed, and she continued. "Good. She's just a young, stupid girl. She just doesn’t understand good things. Stay away from her, Chad, she's a fool. I will satisfy you. ”

I still did not fully believe her, but at that moment she got up and took off her robe. She was wearing a lace white bra and lace panties. They were so thin that I could see through them her dark bush between her legs and her red nipples. So close I have not seen her naked. I wanted to say no, but at that moment my cock took hold of all my thoughts.

I followed Mrs. Jones into her bedroom. She showed me to be quiet, pointing to the ceiling. I realized that Tristan is sleeping upstairs. She pushed me on the bed, and put her hands under my shirt. I shivered when her fingers walked over the cubes of my muscles and she began to play with my nipples.

She wrinkled her nose. My shirt smelled like a grill, and she pulled it up to my shoulders. She couldn't take it off since I was tall and I helped her by dropping my shirt on the floor.

Mrs. Jones fell into my hands and pressed her body, dressed in linen, to me. She looked at me expectantly, and I leaned over, kissing her for the first time. Our lips seemed to stick together. She kissed much better than Amber. She put her tongue in my mouth, and I put it in her mouth. Her lips never left my, and I felt her take off my pants.

My pants fell to my ankles, and I felt her put her hand under my underwear. We both groaned when her hand squeezed my cock and started to jerk it off. She pulled away from me and walked away. I saw her breasts heave, and how hard her nipples were, bulging out from under her bra. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me back. I fell on her big bed, and sat down on the edge.

Mrs. Jones leaned over and completely undressed me. Then she knelt between my legs, and again I felt a surge of strength. Mrs. Jones with one hand gripped the thick trunk of my dick, and took him aside. Nose, she buried her in my crotch, and took a deep breath. I wanted to apologize because I did not take a shower, and I sweated all day over the grill, but she seemed to like my smell.

She tilted my cock down to her mouth and kissed it lovingly on the tip. I groaned when she began to lick the head of the penis, then on the sides. She swallowed the head, and I gasped when my dick entered her warm, wet mouth.

I felt that the head buried her in the throat and moved on. It was the best that I experienced in life. Her throat was tight and wet. At first, she seemed to have difficulty, but soon adjusted to the rhythm.

Last time, she sucked only half of my dick, now she took it completely. I liked it, I was afraid that she would stop doing it for me. I started to stand more every time I was with her. It took almost fifteen minutes before I began to feel only the approach of orgasm.

I lost control of myself again, and grabbed her head, moving her quickly over my dick, and putting my hips on her mouth. Her moans were muffled by my dick, and I just used her mouth to drain.

Cum broke out of my balls, and I screamed loudly when I finished it in her mouth. I shut up, suddenly afraid that I woke Tristan. My orgasm seemed to take Mrs. Jones by surprise, and she tried to escape, but I kept her head from my cock.

Over the past few days, my balls have accumulated as much sperm as they have saved over the last four years since my first orgasm. Mrs. Jones tried to swallow her whole, but she was too much, and she filled her mouth and ran down her chin.

I let her go and she lay back, breathing hard. She opened her mouth to breathe and even more sperm flowed out of her mouth, falling on her chest and blotting her bra.

She looked stunned, getting up and heading to the bath to bathe. I continued to sit on the bed, my penis fell to eight inches, and hung out over the edge of the bed.

“I thought you were going to your room,” she said when she returned. She rubbed her chin with a towel.

“I wanted to return the favor,” I said, getting up. I grabbed her and sat her down on the bed.

“You mean you want to lick me?” She asked. Her eyes opened wide, like saucers, and suddenly her whole body began to shake with nervousness.

I knelt between her legs, stretched out my hand and grabbed the belt of her little panties. She jumped when I pulled them. I spread her legs apart and started licking my first pussy. She glistened with moisture, and the two vertical lips seemed to shrink and unclenched with desire. I moved closer.

“Oh God,” she exclaimed when my breath touched her pussy. “I always wanted to try it. Mr. Jones doesn't kiss me there. ” She shuddered when I kissed her on the labia.

“Ch-Chad, these are my labia. Spend your tongue up and down. ” I followed her instructions. She showed me her clit, and it seems he grew up when I teased him with my tongue.I was a diligent student and soon she could no longer speak, giving me directions, but I no longer needed them.

I liked to lick her pussy, but I liked ...