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Mr Big Meet Mr Soaker

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So, like every fall, life gets busy. People are back from vacation. Jobs, school, holidays coming up, so much to do, so little time to 'get done'. There are days I don't even see Owen. I have been taking care of myself alone a little more often and have reintroduced my pussy to a toy I call Mr. Big. He is 11 inches around, I checked, and about 24 long. I had to take things slow at first, but now I can get him in with less effort and lube and enjoy the ride. I have been using him about three times a week now.

Last night I was listening to my ipod and picking up the house a little when the urge struck. Off came my clothes, out came Mr. B, and I kind of was licking and sucking it as I was putting away a few dinner plates. I went to the couch and flopped down. I put my ipod on the floor and began playing with Mr. B. I rubbed him on my hard nipples, down my tummy and up and down my dampening pussy. In no time I had worked him inside and was enjoying that stretched, full feeling. I was doing the usual things with myself, playing with my nipples, rubbing my clit and of course occassionally licking my juice off of Mr. B and working him back inside.

I came once and was slowly fucking myself very slowly and deeply just enjoying my fuckfest. It was a nobrainer to go for a second nice come. I remember laughing a little listening to 'Mothers little helper' and thinking Mr B sure helps me out!

I picked up the tempo and soon I was enjoying a deep fullfilling come. I lay on the couch arms and legs spread out, Mr. B hanging out of me, just enjoying the afterglow when I felt something wet land on my lip and chin.

I opened my eyes to see a small glass with liquid dripping out towards me. (later I confirmed, it was a shot glass Owen used to catch two loads of his come)

As I lay there, I could now see it was Owen above me slowly dripping his come on me from above. Each drop landing made my pussy spasm. I had a mini orgasm and pushed Mr. B out of my pussy. Owen poured the last of his come on my mouth and nipples. I could hear him, finally, say fucking hot as I swallowed.

He had heard me playing when he got home early. I never heard a thing with the music in my ears. He decided to just enjoy the show and when he was ready came in a shot glass while I played. Then came again and really filled the glass. (He hadn't had time to play alone or with me in a few days!) Lucky me I got a wonderful surprise shower! I dipped Mr. B in Owens juice and enjoyed our mixed flavors. Yes, poor Owen alas got hard AGAIN, and we took care of that a little more conventionally...



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