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You know you’re doing something wrong when your mother has to show you, but did mine have to teach me a lesson about sex with my boyfriend in the room?! How embarrassing! My mother thinks she’s the guru of sex and that I’m just an innocently little girl. I know what a penis is mother, and I know where to put it! But Mom thinks that a boy needs a blow job first and teaches me how to give one. Yes, Mother, I know that you don’t blow but suck on it. Geez. She treats me like such a child sometimes. He didn’t seem to mind though. My mother is such a slut, I’m sure if I weren’t her daughter, she’d be on him and helping me get him off.

I wanted the balcony, but she said the roof top would be more discreet. I pushed up against the door the moment we exited and shoved my hands into her jeans. Her cunt was already moist with anticipation. It almost begged for me to give it to her. I circled my finger tip over her clit, feeling her body twitch as she pushed into me.

“I want you to fuck me,” she moaned in my ear. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

I started to disrobe her, all the while teasing her throbbing clit. Once it was all off, I dropped to my knees and lapped up the pussy juices that were already flowing out of her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, she thrust my head into her. I licked quicker. Her knees gave and she pushed me away from her.

She returned the favor. She stripped me. She got on her knees and swallowed my cock. Sucking and licking, massaging my balls, spitting on my cock – she did it all.

“Fuck me,” she said again.

I got on the floor and she straddled me. Her ass in my hands, she started pounding down on my cock. With the index of my right finger, I massaged her asshole until it loosened up. She looked down at me and smiled, “Don’t push your luck.”

I returned the smile, “Okay. But promise we won’t roll around.”

In high school, I had this white friend – note that I come from a very high population of Hispanics, so white people aren’t exactly a dime a dozen – and one day he turned to me – out of all classes – in chemistry and said, “I need to at least fuck one black girl before I get married.”

Taking it a tad racist, I turned to him and said, “Excuse me?”

“Yeah. Just one. It’s something everyone should do.”

“Fuck a black girl?”

“No. Fuck someone outside your race.”

Easy for him to say, the higher population was already outside his race. But his explanation, while sounding a little stereotypical, but not in the sense that would amount to being a hate crime, gave me the sense that he’d thought this through after watching WNBA and porn back to back one day.

“They have way more energy than Hispanics (again, another misguided stereotype. I mean, we’re not that lazy; well, not all of us, at least) and white chicks. Can you imagine one of them riding your cock?”

Truth was, I couldn’t. I was in chemistry, possibly the unsexiest class one can take in high school. I’m not sure if the guy ever got his wish, but last I heard, he’s settled for a Hispanic girl. Go team!

I love hanging out at wide open parks. Nothing better than the green grass, the tall trees, the great outdoors not tainted by the Merry-go-round or slides and not to mention the fresh air. Oh, and I almost forgot, the pussy.

Nothing like outdoor sex to spark up the adrenaline. The grabbing her ass while I’m getting her from behind. The way she clinches her cunt walls around my hard cock, causing the friction to build. I give her a slap on her ass; the whack sends little vibrations leaving it still jiggling as I slam into her.

If more women were this willing, I am sure a lot more men would be fighting to conserve the wilderness.

We picked this one up on the corner with promises of making her a star. She is, however. I mean, she’s on the fucking internet fucking a total stranger. You don’t get anymore Hollywood than that, right?

The fucking was her idea. The little slut was only supposed to suck off my friend. Her mouth was a vacuum, he said. She started going at it immediately. It’s apparent she’s done something like this before.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”

“That’s going to be hard,” I chuckled. “You’re both in the backseat of a crummy car. If we had a van like those other guys online, then fucking wouldn’t be so cramped.”

“I wanna feel his breath falling on me as he slams his dick into my pussy.”

I shrugged. “You heard the girl. Ram her hard.”

There’s this horrible saying in the adult world that goes something in the lines of, “Natural breasts? Oh, you mean small.”

Now most men don’t admit this out loud, but frankly I’m not a tit man. I don’t care about the size of a girl’s chest, but when it comes to that factor, I’d rather have natural breasts than plastic ones that look abnormal and disgusting.

But in this day in age, nothing is left natural. Even twats are attacked online by teens, probably. Even the slightest tuff of pubic hair can send one to the lands of saying the cunt needs a weed whacker. I like small tits and I like pubic hair. I think that’s why Asian porn piques my attention so very much.

There are many stories to Blaspheme, which makes me suspicious that she doesn’t really exist. Most of the men at the club swear on it that they’ve fucked her three ways to Sunday, but most of their stories interlock. Threesomes, foursomes, orgies, bukkake, anal, ass to mouth, are all quips and phrases from the mouths of horny older men. How old is Blaspheme? 18. 19. 20. 21. All ages given. She is the barely legal nymph of most men’s fantasies, but also old enough to drink. Her body, small and tender, brings the cocks of the world united and praising the skies.

“I once had a threesome with Blaspheme and this guy she brought along,” one man told me. “The cunt was wet the moment we took off our jeans. She’s a fuck machine.”

I began to worry that maybe these leads were all dead ends.

The blond had enough. She was left strung out after our session of ass ramming sex. “Do it from behind, baby,” she cooed at me when I flipped her over. “Just ram your hard meat up my ass.”

By the time I came, her soft body lied limp on the bed, panting. Maybe I was a little too much for her, I thought, but aren’t we always that arrogant after sex, men? The name Blaspheme was still in my mind. Yes, the girl I was after. I had almost forgotten about the stories I heard about her and the things she does to a guy.

“Tell me about Blaspheme,” I said.

“Don’t you want me to suck your dick instead, baby?” the blond asked. “Don’t you just want to fuck me again and again?”

Despite the fact that I’m in detective mode, I am still a man. And some things are just more important than famous pussy.

Her name is Blaspheme. And she loved to fuck. There’ve been wild stories floating around the club that I haunt on weekends. Even on the restroom wall, the words Blaspheme loves cock are scrawled. So who is Blaspheme, I asked the bartender one night and he simply shrugged. He’d heard of her name, but never seen her.

“I can take you to her,” a younger woman said. She couldn’t possibly be more than nineteen.

First thing I noticed about my guide was her tits. They were magnificent. The most supple pair you ever seen.

“Any chance I go home with you instead?” I asked. “You know for a quick one?”

“If you want to meet Blaspheme,” she said, “it’d better be quick.”

There’s a reason why I like fucking MILFs – especially if they’re the mother’s of my girlfriends past and present – and that’s because they’re starved for attention. They’re husbands have either left, grown impotent or worse yet, stick around and won’t touch them all the while they’re staring at their daughter’s young and supple friends. And because of all these factors, they make the better lays as they do stuff that even their daughters are too afraid to attempt. And they love me because my young cock stays hard after cumming so that I’m ready to go again in a matter of seconds while their husbands need to pop magic boner pills to fuck them.