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Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Her action put those lovely tits right before my eyes and I, to be polite, had to lift my head and plant my lips on her right nipple while my hand stroked her left.
Always the gentleman, our PrPr. Never one to disappoint a lady. Also remarkable in his ability to do two different things simultaneously. Or should that be restated as “always dangerous in his ability...”?
 

Migoz2

Senator
Her action put those lovely tits right before my eyes and I, to be polite, had to lift my head and plant my lips on her right nipple while my hand stroked her left.
For the benefit of people who might be new here, and don't know how delectable Barb's tits are (there are none Moore delectable), here is an illustration. The rest of us can just enjoy the reminder.

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(This is one of those serendipitous finds: I was looking for something else entirely when I stumbled across this image I don't think I have seen before.)
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
I am sorry for the delayed posting caused by personal concerns.

As I attacked Barb's delicious nipples, the sensations caused her body to shiver and her hips to begin pumping in overdrive. "God! YES!" she said as she arched her back, thrusting her tits further into my hand and mouth. It is all going so fast. My fevered mind had trouble keeping up. While I was enthusiastically engaging in the 'heavy petting,' Barbara was like a wildcat. It was as if she had broken some invisible barrier and lost all inhibition. Her lust seemed to have no bounds.

It is not easy for the male brain to process other items while engaged in sexual foreplay with such a beautiful, sexy girl. However, a nagging thought was scratching at my consciousness from somewhere deep in the atrophied remains of my scruples.

But, those thoughts were pushed under for a moment as Barbara began an incredible circular motion of her hips while peeling down her tights and thong to rub her bare pussy against me. I replied by sucking even harder on her nipple and teasing the firm little nub of love flesh with my teeth as my fingers rolled and pinched the other, drawing a soft cry from her. In response, she reached down with one hand to begin loosening my trousers.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
This is one of those serendipitous finds: I was looking for something else entirely when I stumbled across this image
Likely story. Looking for something else, eh? Like what? A recipe? A news article? The weather forecast? And you just happened ... sure gimme a break!


As I attacked Barb's delicious nipples

Ah, so it was a recipe! You were hungry ...

It is not easy for the male brain to process other items while engaged in sexual foreplay

Typically, it’s not easy for the male brain to process any items that don’t come in pairs ...
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Sometimes I wonder just what is meant by the title of this thread: PrPr’s shorter subjects. Just how many people does he know who are short of stature? And who are they? Or does he mean? Ohhhh!
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Sometimes I wonder just what is meant by the title of this thread: PrPr’s shorter subjects. Just how many people does he know who are short of stature? And who are they? Or does he mean? Ohhhh!
Yes. You figured it out Barb. This thread is directed at providing arousal to those less well endowed than me.

Somehow, that nagging thought returned as I realized how close we were to serious action. It wasn't an articulate thought. It was a kind of vague guilt. Even as my hormones were driving me onward toward the blissful conclusion, which was now so close, that guilt grasped hold of me. It said, does this seem like Barb? Did she even know what she is doing? Are you taking advantage, here?

I opened my eyes and took my lips from that swollen tasty morsel of nipple flesh (God, that was hard to do!) and looked at her face. Her eyes were open but unfocused. She was flushed and glistening with sweat and seemed in another world. Though I flatter myself that I can frequently have that effect on women, I knew it wasn't me this time. It was the alcohol. As I looked at her panting face and heard her inarticulate cries, I became convinced that she was out of control, not because of lust but inebriation. With a sigh of infinite sadness, I resolved that this had to end. But how to do it gently?

I took my hand from her breast and wrapped both arms gently around her bareback. As I did so, her frenzied hip-thrusting seemed to calm a little, and her cries softened. A moment later, I looked at her face, and her eyes were closed, and her expression relaxed. I waited another couple of minutes, and she stopped moving entirely. When I looked again, she had passed out.

As gently as possible, I slipped from underneath her and laid her, stretched out on the sofa. I pulled up her tights and thong and slipped her sweater dress back on. I put a throw-pillow under her head and covered her with the Christmas colored afghan from the back of the easy chair. I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and let myself out, setting the lock on the handle latch.

The End (for now)
 
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