Mandingo Jack Gail looked through the large hole in the wall just in
time to see the man pull down his pants and yank on his
large erection. He immediately paused at her intake of
breath. He turned toward the hole and smiled. Slowly,
he guided his large member to the opening in the wall.
Panic struck the young girl as she realized what the
man was about to do. She thought of fleeing, but her
feet wouldnt move. She heard sounds of passion coming
from the stall next to hers where a man another man
could be heard jacking off to a porno Mandingo Jack in Betty's case), but never seemed to get hot.
The summer heat also seemed to raise the emotional tension. At the
factory, the demand for new year models was high and Wu's schedule became
even more erratic. Maybe the most unnerving aspect of this work pressure
was displayed in conversations between Betty and Wu.
Repeatedly he would come home from work in a surly mood. He never
took his frustrations out in conversation with me, though he was often
surly, instead there would be tiffs between him and Betty. Since they
argued in Chinese, I never knew what they were discussing and both
professed that they weren't mad after the little outbursts.
After I had been working with Wu for six months, it was getting to
the point where something needed to change. Several times I had told Wu
that the lack of respect for my time was very frustrating. He told me he
understood, though his apologies never seemed heart felt. Betty on the
other hand, was more compassionate. Unfortunately, she might have felt she
seemed to have little influence over Wu when it came to his job.
All this came to a boiling point the first week in August. Betty
and I were working had been working on pronunciation for the better part of
an hour. As it is very often in teaching a language you, try to make
learning as fun as possible. This is for both the student and the teacher.
We were playing with words that end in 'lope.'
Do antelopes eat cantaloupes? Can you mail an antelope in an envelope?
Though it might seem someone juvenile humor, Betty and I were
laughing each time one or the other made up another ludicrous image. Humor
aside, this was also a learning experience. I have found that, unless an
ESL student works in a restaurant (and many do), their vocabulary doesn't
include many foods that they eat every day. They will know how to say
'carrot' in Chinese, but not English.
Also, the more you play with words the more you learn about your
student. In this case, Betty was learning what a cantaloupes was, but
surprised me when she said, "The antelope looks at a cantaloupes under the
microscope." But the more I thought about it, I remembered Betty had
studied biology, so it should be no surprise she knew what a 'microscope'
was.
Then there was a phone call and a terse conversation. When Betty
hung up she quietly said that Wu would be very late. When I asked her how
long, she said she couldn't say.
I didn't want Betty to think I was mad at her, but I was furious. I
stood up, said I had to leave and left. A week later Wu called and told me
Betty was wondering if I would be back. I had cooled off greatly which was
unfortunate, since Betty was the Jenna Haze Interracial Creampie Interacial Galleries from the other side.
She probed the mans cock with her tongue lightly,
tasting him, making him shiver and moan. So, this was
what it was like to blow a guy! If he kept reacting
like that, she knew shed be hooked in no time.
She placed the head in her mouth momentarily, then inch
by inch, took the rest of his large cock into her mouth
until her lips were at the base. This wasnt hard, she
thought. Although, she was mildly surprised to hear
the man moaning loudly now. She eased her lips off his
cock, thinking Black On Cougars
Veronica Jett 2 Interracial Gallery
Black Cock Slut Stories the most. The conversation had slipped into a lull
and I suddenly realized we where saying nothing, but just smiling at each
other like two seventh graders at the us stop. If Betty had been American
and single I would have known what that moment meant, but since she was
neither, I had no clue what she was thinking. I figured it must have been
something like, "Why do Americans sweat so much."
When the phone rang I was grateful, since I had lost track of what
to do next with Betty.
It was evident who was on the phone. Betty turned her head and
spoke quietly into the telephone in Chinese; it was clear she was speaking
to her husband.
I got up from the kitchen table that we held our lessons at, and
sprawled out on the couch. I knew if Wu was done at work, he would need
Betty to come pick him up since I had noticed their car in the parking lot.
I wasn't too concern, and was thinking about taking a nap on the couch.
Something I had gotten into the habit of doing when Betty picked up Wu. I
couldn't get the smell of the cantaloupes out of my head and was wondering
if Betty would mind me snacking on one while she was gone.
After the conversation, Betty came to the couch and kneeled down
beside it. I started tensing up. As much as I knew it would happen, I
dreaded it.
When she said, "Please don't go," I was a bit relieved. I thought
that meant that she would pick up Wu and she didn't want me to leave while
she was gone.
Then I felt her lay her hand on my thigh, just below the bottom of
my shorts. I nearly jumped. It was as though she had pricked me with a
needle. In six months of lessons, we had touched very little. Though we
often sat next to each other, the contact was little more than the
occasional brushing of shoulders. Adding to the head of the room, her hand
seemed to burn my thigh.
"Wu, must work late," she said.
I couldn't explain how, but the expression on my face changed and
Betty added (again), "Please don't go."
With the second comment, she slid her hand up the leg of my shorts.
I was wearing boxers, so as her hand traveled it glided along my thigh, to
my hip onto my penis.
For some reason it was as though I was in intensive care, with all
my functions being monitored. I could feel the instant increase in my heart
rate as it thumped against my sternum.
Her stealth-like hand moved to my penis before it could react, but
once she touched me the reaction was radical.
I started to protest, "Betty..." but as her hand continued move and
her name came out as an endearment.
I felt as though I was in a thunderstorm. Her actions were
amazingly exciting, yet filled with sparks Bobbi Starr Blacks On Blondes Cuckold Feminization she found her hand reaching toward it
and in moments, her fingers made contact with the soft
flesh of the mans cock. He moaned.
As if in a dream, she found herself moving her lips
closer and closer to the his flesh. She couldn't seem
to stop what was about to happen. This was the first
time she had ever touched a man's cock, let alone
kissed one. But, she knew that before the night was
out, shed be doing more than just kissing it. This is
what she had come here for. She knew what was going to
happen all along. 
Black And White Singles Dating My Big Black Dick every so slightly and when my tongue found her
clit. I sensed a throbbing and could tell she was at a point where I could
trigger another orgasm with only a few light licks against her clit. I was
able to bring her off three more times this way.
I crawled up next to her, kissed her and laid back to rest. After a
few moments I asked, "Did you like that?"
Twice she started to answer, but couldn't find the English words to
respond. Without words, she began to respond physically. Her hands began at
my nipples. Playing with one, then the other.
She continued to play with my nipples, as she rolled her body,
eventually she lifted her leg over me and was straddling my stomach. I
could feel some of her juices ooze against my belly and she ran her hands
through my chest hair. Her hands came to my cheeks. Framing my face with
her small hands she kissed me. As she did that, I could feel her hips begin
to pivot and realized she was humping my stomach.
Betty broke our kiss and moved her hands above my head so her
titties were suspended before my face. She continued to rock her pelvis
against me as I licked and nibbled on her nipples. I had placed my hands on
her lower back holding and pushing her as she bumped and grinded her hips
into me. While she was humping me, she moved her hips lower and lower
toward my penis, until I could no longer reach her titties with my mouth.
Her crotch was beginning to bump against my resurrected penis. Her
small frame was not down far enough to slide my penis in her, but her lips
had connected with mine again. She stopped her hips as our tongues played
tag in each of our mouths. Betty broke our kiss and kissed my eyelids then
reached for the condom.
Once she found it on the side of the sofa bed she squatted past my
penis finding a seat on my thighs. She gripped my penis in her fist,
sliding her hand up and down. While doing this, she looked at me with a
leer.
"Penis," I told her.
"Pee-nus?" She tried to repeat, but didn't seem to understand what
I was saying.
I looked down at my penis and tapped the head that was protruding
out of her grip.
"This is a penis," I explained.
Betty had a bit of a confused look on her face.
"I thought this was cock?" She asked, explaining her confusion. She
continued to stroke her hand up and down as she said this.
"Yes, it is called a cock as well," I smiled and told her.
Again a naughty grin appeared on her face, and she said, "I want to
take your cock." Then she release my cock and opened the condom package.
She unrolled some of the condom in her hand and then placed it on my penis,
unrolling it the rest of the way down Hardcore Porn she didnt really
enjoy the taste, she found herself getting more turned
on as she swallowed the mans sperm. She heard herself
moan as she gulped his cum and fiercly fingering her
clit. Finally, as the last drop spurted on her tongue,
she climaxed too.
She sat back exhausted, drained of all emotion, com-
pletely sated. She had semen running down her blouse.
To her surprise, another mans cock was now in the
hole. The cock of a black man and she could hear him
say: "Suck me too, white bitch!" She moved to obey... 
Interracial Vids in Betty's case), but never seemed to get hot.
The summer heat also seemed to raise the emotional tension. At the
factory, the demand for new year models was high and Wu's schedule became
even more erratic. Maybe the most unnerving aspect of this work pressure
was displayed in conversations between Betty and Wu.
Repeatedly he would come home from work in a surly mood. He never
took his frustrations out in conversation with me, though he was often
surly, instead there would be tiffs between him and Betty. Since they
argued in Chinese, I never knew what they were discussing and both
professed that they weren't mad after the little outbursts.
After I had been working with Wu for six months, it was getting to
the point where something needed to change. Several times I had told Wu
that the lack of respect for my time was very frustrating. He told me he
understood, though his apologies never seemed heart felt. Betty on the
other hand, was more compassionate. Unfortunately, she might have felt she
seemed to have little influence over Wu when it came to his job.
All this came to a boiling point the first week in August. Betty
and I were working had been working on pronunciation for the better part of
an hour. As it is very often in teaching a language you, try to make
learning as fun as possible. This is for both the student and the teacher.
We were playing with words that end in 'lope.'
Do antelopes eat cantaloupes? Can you mail an antelope in an envelope?
Though it might seem someone juvenile humor, Betty and I were
laughing each time one or the other made up another ludicrous image. Humor
aside, this was also a learning experience. I have found that, unless an
ESL student works in a restaurant (and many do), their vocabulary doesn't
include many foods that they eat every day. They will know how to say
'carrot' in Chinese, but not English.
Also, the more you play with words the more you learn about your
student. In this case, Betty was learning what a cantaloupes was, but
surprised me when she said, "The antelope looks at a cantaloupes under the
microscope." But the more I thought about it, I remembered Betty had
studied biology, so it should be no surprise she knew what a 'microscope'
was.
Then there was a phone call and a terse conversation. When Betty
hung up she quietly said that Wu would be very late. When I asked her how
long, she said she couldn't say.
I didn't want Betty to think I was mad at her, but I was furious. I
stood up, said I had to leave and left. A week later Wu called and told me
Betty was wondering if I would be back. I had cooled off greatly which was
unfortunate, since Betty was the Mandingo Jack she needed to give him a break. Did all
men react this way?
She lightly flicked her tongue on the big vein under-
neath his cock, again making him tremble and moan.
"Oh, baby, it feels so good! You are a good cock-
sucker!"
I am? Gosh, and this is my first cock! She smiled to
herself as she gulped his cock once again, making him
buck his ass and lunge in toward the wall and her face.
This time, the head went down her throat, which was a
little uncomfortable to her, so she forced the head
back in her mouth before