Welcome to McDonalds Related Erotica!!

How the fuck did you find this?! This is surely the bizarrest fetish any where on the web! Yes, you've stumbled into McDonalds related erotica!! Porn stories with a McDonalds twist!! Anyway, we have made the effort of adding some pictures... I never thought I would be jealous of Ronald McDonald but she is pretty fine. Massive thankyou to the person that sent them! We've got two stories so far, we didn't write them but reproduce them openly and not for profit, for your entertainment!! This web site is controlled by a dissident faction from McDonalds Workers Resistance, but please, please, don't tell anyone! MWR actually do some serious stuff as well, so please visit them at: http://www.mwr.org.uk

Our first treat for you is about our fellow McDonalds workers, the second is the result of an encounter in McDonalds. I'm sure we will live to regret this, but... do you have an erotic story with a McTwist? Well please send it to us: erotica@mwr.org.uk We would especially like to put up some porn by women, for women. These two are quite male orientated I think. Porn for all! Also, some non-heterosexual porn would be good. More porn stories! There is also clearly a precedent been set for taking sexy, naughty or just plain childish pictures in McDonalds... We await with anticipation and just a little concern...

Thanks to the authors, pity such pieces tend to be anonymous... More pictures further down... So thanks for visiting and... Fuck McDonalds!

Everyone fancied Louise. I don’t think just the guys. I think everyone either fancied her or loved her. It wasn’t because she was stunningly beautiful, not like a model or anything. I mean she was lovely, she was beautiful. But she was beautiful because she was just so cute, so giggly, friendly, she was adorable. She wasn’t blonde, she wasn’t rake thin and she was little. And there was something almost boyish about her, maybe it was just her shortish brown hair or perhaps because she was so quick to have a laugh with the lads. Certainly her body wasn’t boyish, she had these wonderful firm breasts and I used to have to fight so hard not to stare at them. And I’ve got to mention her bum. Everyone else’s McDonald’s trousers sagged around their arse, her’s just showed it beautifully, guys used to try and find excuses for her to have to pick stuff up, she knew what was going on and would just laugh and flirt with us, she was incredibly sexual, every where she went she brought this undercurrent of sex, she didn’t seem to try she just emanated sexuality. And she flirted constantly, which was lovely, but it did mean you always wondered, does she like me or is she just fooling around? I’m sure everyone wondered and everyone knew everyone else was wondering, so no one ever really asked her out or anything like that.

Anyway, she’d come out of the freezer with her nipples sticking out and she’d stand just a little too close to me and really slowly lick round her lips. Or she’d stick a pen between the stretched buttons across her chest and if I needed to borrow it she’d just put her shoulders back and look at me inviting, teasing with her big puppy eyes. Or she’d change in front of me, and stand talking in a lacy bra, like she was daring me to look at her. And I never knew if it was all a come on, or just how she was. I’m not normally scared to ask girls out, but somehow, I think she seemed so comfortable sexually that perhaps it scared me a little. So. I just watched and wanked. I fantasised about her more than anyone else, I wanted to fuck that perfect bum, I would have let her fuck my bum, I would have let her piss on me, anything, I masturbated about it all. I wanted her to just take me and do what ever she wanted with me, I wanted to be with her, to hold her, to cum inside her.

To be honest Louise was the only reason I stuck in that job. It was mostly guys working at the old burger flipping and every day I’d be desperate that she’d be working too, if not the hours would drag unbearably. I don’t know if you ever worked for McDonalds, but if you get an erection in McDonalds trousers and you’re standing up- everyone will notice, it’s like getting hard in swimming trunks. I was a testosterone charged teenager and day after day I’d be talking to Louise, she’d kiss my cheek, make to nibble my ear playfully, tickle me gently with a wicked look I loved, even just talking to her I’d feel myself getting hard. I don’t know what she thought when every five minutes I’d excuse myself, she must have thought I had a bladder problem, or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing to me all along. I’d scurry to the toilet, sometimes it would subside, other times I’d furiously masturbate and try and suppress the noise as I came catching the cum in a tissue.

One day she had been out cleaning the customer areas and I got sent to find her. I found her in the special toilet just sitting swinging her legs. She flashed me this lovely warm smile, like she was delighted to see me, she just had this incredible ability to make me feel good. “They want you through there” I said.
“I want you right here” she said laughing and sprawling back on the baby changing space. She always said things like that, she was just teasing me. So I went to playfully pull her up and take her back through but she swung round so her legs were wrapped round me and then she held my hands and looked deep into my eyes while she ran her tongue round her lips. She opened her mouth wider and I noticed a trail of saliva running between her lips. For a crazy second I almost went to kiss her but thankfully, before I could make an idiot of myself, she twisted her self and pulled me onto the baby mat. She didn’t pull me hard but I just played along as she pinned me to the mat. It had
these straps and she was giggling as she started to strap me down. At first she used the straps playfully, she lent right across me, so her pert, almost sharp tits were an inch from my face, I was too busy smelling her perfume, her skin cream, feeling her warm and close to me, to realise she was tying me down really fucking tight now. I realised too late that I was totally trapped. I was terrified. What made things worse was that I knew I was already half way erect. She flung herself back, shaking her little head of brown hair, those big dark eyes and that incredible smile focused on me exclusively. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, please any other time. Oh shit, oh please. It was inevitable. She was looking me in the eye and smiling and I was looking back and squirming because I knew that if she moved her head she couldn’t help but see my hard cock trying to fight its way out of my trousers. She jumped off me, I closed my eyes in terror, then opened them as she let out a thrill, unusually girly, laugh. She put her hand across her mouth in shock, but she was smiling. I was mortified, she was laughing at me and I couldn’t cover it up, I couldn’t move, I just lay on my back with my dick sticking up like a fucking periscope.

“What’s that mister?” she laughed nodding at my hardon. I hoped that I’d go so red the blood would drain from my penis. Still, she was teasing me, but at least she wasn’t screaming!
“I’m sorry” I said after a bit.
“What for?” she giggled.
“cause... you know...”
“no?”
“cause, cause I...”
“because you’ve got an erect penis?” she said really deliberately, pronouncing every syllable extra clearly. “I think it’s really sweet” she continued leaning right over me, brushing my cock before kissing me on the cheek. Then she just hovered real close to me so our lips were almost touching, and all the time she was staring right in my eyes. Then all of a sudden, just as I was almost beginning to enjoy the experience, she jumped up sharply and turned away from me. I was sure she was just going to leave me like that but in fact she just put the ‘sorry cleaning in progress’ sign outside and closed the door. I noticed she forgot to lock it but I was too shy to say anything. She turned back to me and started to undo her buttons, my dick swelled. She always had her top two buttons undone (funnily enough the managers never complained about that with her!) so in a few seconds her shirt was open revealing her bra.
“Do you want to see my tits?” she said.
“Yeah” I said and felt a fool immediately after I’d said it.
“hmmm” she pretended to muse “then I get to see that thing in your pants!” she giggled as she sat astride me. I just wanted her so badly, I would have done fucking anything. She brought her face close to my’n, then so close that our lips were almost touching. I tried to kiss her and she pulled away, she’d come close so our lips would even brush slightly, but she wouldn’t kiss me properly. By this time I’d totally given up attempting to hide my horniness, I realised I was making little noises and gyrating my crotch against her body. She kissed me deep, I felt her wet tongue dancing round my mouth, I felt her saliva running into my’n. I almost came, I had to stop rubbing myself against her body or I think I might have. She kissed my neck, she pulled my shirt up and started kissing my tummy, she ran her hand under my belt, she did it again and again, going closer each time, she touched my pubic hair.
“Lock the door, lock the door” I gasped
“you do it” she laughed
“but I’m...” she started to undo my belt, my fly, and then she quickly pulled my trousers down. I lay there totally exposed my hard penis sticking up in the air.
“The door, the door!”
“Fuck the door, do you want me?” she said kissing my tummy again. I shivered and cried out as she moved to my groin. Then, softly, she licked the very tip of my penis, I knew there was pre-cum on my cock and that she was tasting it. Then she ran her tongue round my glands, I thrust my hips up and she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock. She sucked hard, her head bobbing up and down in rhythm with my thrusting hips. I was lying on my back and fucking her mouth. She tried to hold me down a bit because I was maybe sticking it a bit far into her throat, I couldn’t help it, I was about to cum,
“careful, Louise, please” I said scared about filling her mouth with cum.
“it’s OK”
Knock, knock
“shit”
“I’m sorry, I know it’s closed for cleaning, but we really need to use this facility”
Fuck, fuck. Louise had paused, her lips still round my erection and I just carried on trying to fuck her mouth. But she pulled away, “Okay hang on she said” already doing up her buttons. I cannot explain the agony of having to do up my trousers when I was so close, so close to cuming in Louise’s mouth. She gave me a bucket to hold across my genitals and she walked out with a cloth and a mop. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a very Christian spirited guy, but right then I would have made that disabled kid wait!

It was amazing to watch Louise, she just walked back onto her till and started serving, like nothing had happened. I ran and sat in the freezer, knowing the cold would kill off my erection. When I came back I stood there flipping burgers and watching Louise. She was incredible, she could turn a customer on just by serving them a Chicken Nugget meal. I admired her so much, she could just find little things to say. She was incredible.

About an hour later I had to go to the stock area to get some Big Mac boxes. As I was looking for them Louise came in. I was thrilled and excited to be alone with her again.
“I feel bad she said,” closing the door, “I never got round to showing you my tits”
“Oh no, you were, it was, I mean... I liked it a lot”
“Touch them” she said kissing me on the lips again. I grabbed for all I was worth, squeezed them, then stuffed my hand down her shirt and played with her nipple.
“That’s enough mister” she said giggling, “someone will come in”. She kissed my cheek then leaned past me to collect whatever she’d been sent to get. She had to climb up on two boxes to reach the back of this shelf, her legs were spread, I could see that bum, I was overcome with desire. I put my arm in between her legs, not touching her, in fact she didn’t notice and I pulled away. Then I put my leg bent, on the edge of one of the boxes. I left it there for a bit then gently encouraged her down so she was sitting on my thigh. I didn’t know how she would react, but she started rubbing herself on my thigh. I let her stand up and put my hand on her trousers between her legs, it was warm and moist. She turned and kissed me, desperately, she forced her tongue in my mouth. I started to undo her buttons, I was fumbling with them too much, so she leaned back and undid them herself, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I pulled her trousers down a bit taking her white panties with them, then I started exploring her. I’d imagined what she would be like so many times. I remember being surprised at our hairy she was, she had lots of pubes. I ran my hand up her bum crack, she had hair around her bum hole, I was fascinated! I don’t know why but my fingers lingered around her bum hole. She didn’t move away so I gently started fingering her arsehole. To my surprise she didn’t resist, in fact she looked at me and asked “do you like anal?” I stuck my finger up her anus, she let out of a cry of pain and I started to apologise but then she started moving her body to force herself onto my finger so it would go deeper up her arse. She let me finger fuck her bum for at least 20 Sseconds then she stopped me and squealed as she pulled my finger out. She moved my hand round to her pussy. It was dripping wet. I stuck my thumb right up her and she started to moan and throw her head about. trying not to lose momentum, I pulled my thumb up and stuck my five fingers together and started trying to force them up her cunt. She was squealing, almost screaming, then she pulled my fingers out.
“Fuck me FUCK ME!, COME ON FUCK ME, FUCKING FUCK ME.” I ripped my trousers down. She threw herself back on the shelf, scattering Big Mac containers everywhere, I climbed on the boxes and thrust my cock into her exposed begging vagina. It just slid right in and I fucked her screaming almost instantly, I knew I couldn’t hold it in. She was moaning higher and higher, “I’m sorry” I gasped as I felt my balls tightening, felt the explosion building up. I reached round and forced my finger back up her anus. It sent her over the edge, she screamed, I screamed I felt my cum ripping out and it felt so good, I kissed her and kissed her as I fucked every last drop of my cum into her grateful pussy, she bit my shoulder hard as her orgasm subsided. I wanted to stay there and kiss her and hold her but she pushed me away and pulled her slightly soiled panties up, she smiled and kissed me kindly before running to the toilet without saying a word. I did my trousers up and just stood there gasping, completely giddy.

Louise ended up being my girlfriend for four and a half years. We lived together for most of that time and I loved her very much. She made me happy for a long time. I learned that she loved the thought of getting caught and we had sex in parks, on trains, even in the cinema. But there was never a time quite like the first. Although I did let her
piss on me... but that’s another story!

So getting desperate now... This lass is called... Lori Michaels, I think. And she is very pretty. However, there is another reason for her inclusion- although now a porn star, Lori used to flip burgers at McDonalds. Kind of fucks the stereotype doesn't it? Anyway, she thinks it was a really crap job, which we already knew. She is apparently best known for her beautiful eyes and natural breasts, which seems fair enough as well...

He's a dirty bastard isn't he?

STORY 2!

I suppose the best thing to do is tell you a little about myself. My name is Dave and I'm in my early
forties. My wife died after a short illness five years ago, and after her death I immersed myself in my
work. I own my own business, and that is how I came to be standing in line, queued before the
counter at the local McDonalds, some time after eight o'clock on a Friday evening.

I'd worked late on a project that I wanted to complete for a client, and had called into my local
shopping centre on the way home to do my weekly grocery shopping at the supermarket. As I hadn't
eaten since mid-day, and being all to happy to delay the grocery shopping for as long as I could, I
decided to grab a quick bite to eat when I saw the familiar golden arches sign. If I ate now, then all I
would have to do when I got home would be to put the groceries away and the evening would be my
own.

I was aware of someone moving into the queue behind me, and turned to look at them. You hear the
phrase "My heart stopped" used so often, yet I swear my heart skipped a beat when I saw the young
woman standing behind me.

She was probably in her early twenties. She was not tall, the top of her head came up to my eyes, but
she was absolutely, stunningly, beautiful. Her hair hung down to her shoulders and her face seemed
perfectly proportioned. Her eyes were large and dark brown, they made me think of a young deer
surprised in the woods. She wasn't wearing much makeup, her lips had just a touch of colour on them,
but her face seemed to glow. She was wearing a pair of black pants and a dark jacket which hung
open to show the bright red tube top which covered the swell of her breasts and above which showed
a hint of deep cleavage.

Caught looking at her I smiled and said, "You're looking fantastic tonight. Are you going into town to
intimidate all the young men?" She smiled back at me, and shook her head.

"Thanks," she acknowledged my compliment. "I'm meeting my friends here and we're going to a party
later,." She gestured towards two other girls sitting at one of the tables. My eyes swung to her
friends, and came back to look at her as I heard the person behind the counter call for the next
customer.

"That's me," I said as I turned to place my order. "Have a nice night."

I ordered and paid for my snack, McNuggets and sweet and sour sauce, a large white coffee and a hot
apple pie, and carried it to a table not far from where the two young girls sat. I picked at my meal,
perhaps bemoaning my own lost youth, perhaps still stunned by the beauty of the young woman I'd
just met. With only the prospect of pushing a trolley around the supermarket ahead of me, I took my
time eating. At one stage I realised that I was staring across at the young woman from the queue,
and smiled at her as she raised her eyes and caught mine. She raised her drink container in
recognition, and went back to talking to her friends. Soon her two friends stood and said their
goodbyes, they cleared the table, leaving her with just her drink container, and she swiveled in her
chair and watched them leave.

She sat alone, staring at her drink, her shoulders slumped forward as she rested her elbows on the
table. In a moment of boldness I picked up my coffee cup and walked over to her table.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, pulling out the chair next to her.

She looked up, recognised me, and smiled. "Yes, sit down," she said and nodded. I sat beside her and
introduced myself.

"I'm Dave."

"Amy," she answered.

"I saw your friends leave, and hoped you might like some company, another cup of coffee?" She
nodded and smiled shyly. I went back to the counter and got two more coffees and a couple of
muffins, one chocolate chip and one blueberry, I'd eat the one Amy didn't want. She took the
blueberry muffin and her coffee, leaving me with the chocolate chip muffin and a smile on my face.
Chocolate is my favourite flavour.

I told her about myself, that I lived locally, what my company did, that I'd planned on doing my
grocery shopping and that she was doing me a great favour by helping me pass some time before I
had to trudge up and down the aisles choosing the essentials and inessentials of my weekly shopping.
I asked about the party she was going to and her friends who had departed. She told me that the
party was at the house of a boy she didn't really like, and she'd decided not to go. She said she didn't
mind not going to the party.

We talked about her. Amy had grown up in a country town and had come to the city to attend
university. She did part time modeling, something I could well believe sitting across the table from
her. But she missed the friendliness of her home town, things like the way people greeted each other
in the street and talked together at the checkout counter at the supermarket.

"Could I help you do your shopping?" Amy asked unexpectedly, raising her eyebrows as she looked at
me waiting for my reply. I agreed willingly, and we quickly finished our coffee and headed towards the
supermarket through the shopping centre. Amy started to bounce along beside me, chattering about
how she loved going to the supermarket with her flat mates to do their grocery shopping on a
Saturday morning. "I just love the smell of the fresh bread, all the different varieties of things,
different breakfast cereals, how many different types of milk to choose from, cheeses, meats, all the
fruit and vegetables," she told me as we took a trolley and pushed it into the supermarket.

Suddenly my grocery shopping became a delight instead of the boring chore it usually was. Amy asked
why I chose every particular item. Why did I pick that bread and not the sunflower and barley? Why
did I choose that breakfast cereal? Did I have a coffee percolator, so why was I buying instant coffee?
I found myself filling my trolley with brands I had never bought before, different fruits such as a bag
of lychees in their spiky skins.

When we finished, had queued and paid for my purchases, I thanked Amy for making the experience
so much fun. "Look, I've got ground coffee and apple strudel in here somewhere, would you like to
come around and have desert?" I asked.

"I'd love to," answered Amy, and we made arrangements for her to follow me home in her car and I
told her where to park when she got to my apartment.

When I got to my apartment building I pulled the car into a space alongside where I'd told Amy to
park in the visitors' parking, and waited for her to park her small silver hatchback. She helped carry
the grocery bags up to my apartment, and I opened the door and ushered her inside. I saw her
looking around the apartment as she walked through to the kitchen. My business takes me to many
countries around the world, and the walls have many large colourful pieces of art on them. An abstract
painting from Kenya hung alongside a framed piece of Indonesian batik silk. One wall had a collection
of black and white and colour photographs that I had taken of the statuary of an Indian temple
hanging on it.

We unpacked the groceries, and while I put them away in the pantry, refrigerator and freezer, Amy
made the coffee and put two slices of apple strudel onto plates and found the cutlery drawer. I put the
coffee mugs and plates on a tray and guided Amy through to a couch in the lounge. I chose a CD of a
local group I'd heard playing in a local nightclub on the stereo and turned in down in the background.
We sat and ate our apple strudel and drank our coffee without saying much. When we'd finished, Amy
asked me if I lived here alone.

"Yes," I replied. "My wife died about five years ago and we had no children." She asked about my
work, and listened as I amused her with tales of my business travels.

"You know, you're a very sexy man," Amy said in a gap in the conversation.

Flustered, I asked, "Do you think so?" I know I keep fit by going to the gym three or four mornings
every week, but I hadn't thought about my sexual image for a long time. And having this young
woman, this young beautiful woman, tell me this in my own home surprised me.

"Oh definitely," Amy replied. "You're friendly, you smile with your eyes, you're open with strangers,
you are a great story teller, and you look kind of distinguished with the grey in your hair at your
temples."

"But that's just distinction and personality. Would you even think of taking an older man such as me
as a lover?" I asked boldly.

Amy blushed bright scarlet. She rolled her bottom lip under her top teeth, and looked down. "Well, as
a matter of fact, my friends and I were talking about you at McDonalds and I said that I thought you
were sexy. I've been thinking what it would be like to make love to you while we've been sitting here
eating apple strudel, drinking our coffee and talking," she said.

"Well," I said, rising and taking her hand in mine and guiding her to her feet. "I suppose we could try
to show you what it would be like, shouldn't we." I moved Amy through into my bedroom and stood
her beside the king size bed. Slowly I drew her into my arms and she lifted her face to mine for our
first kiss. Gently our lips touched, brushing across each other as my hands held her close to me.
Amy's lips opened, and my tongue traced across her teeth, circled her lips, met the tip of her tongue
when it moved between my lips. My hands slid up to her shoulders and slipped her jacket off, moved
around and cupped her firm full breast. I felt the small bud of her nipple beneath my fingertips. I
caressed my open hand across her breast, my outstretched fingers arousing her nipple, feeling it
harden further under their touch, and heard Amy sigh softly.

I slid my hands down to Amy's waist and drew her tube top up, she lifted her arms so that I could lift
it from her body and I dropped my eyes to the glorious orbs of her breasts, full half globes,
unhindered by a bra, white in the soft light shining through from the lounge, the circles around her
nipples small and light brown, the nipples themselves small, pert peaks on the swell of her breasts. My
mouth traced down Amy's neck. She lifted her chin, stretched her neck and tilted her head as my
kisses circled her throat and dropped to her breast. My tongue licked across the smooth curve of her
breast, circled onto her nipple and flickered over the small hard bud. My mouth closed on it, it felt so
small between my lips as I sucked on it, and Amy pressed her chest forward to offer her nipple to my
mouth.

My hands slid onto Amy's hips, found the zipper at the side of her pants and eased it down. I slid her
pants down her legs, and she kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet so that her pants could drop onto
the floor. My hands returned to her waist and I pulled down the top of her panties, the soft material
gliding down the curve of her hip, down her thighs, dropping down her calves until Amy did a quick
double step to leave them crumpled on the floor. I slid one arm under Amy's back and then other
under her knees, lifted her and placed her in the middle of the bed.

Quickly I threw off my own clothes, dropping them in an untidy pile on the floor alongside Amy's, and
moved onto the bed with her. I leaned over her and kissed her breast, sucked her nipple into my
mouth, slid my hand down her leg, softly caressing her inner thigh with my fingertips. Amy arched her
back and drew her feet up under her, spreading her knees wide, her hands held my head against her
breast and caressed through my hair.

I became aware of the scent of her excitement, sweet in the air as my fingertips stroked up her inner
thigh, soft caresses on the smooth skin there, each stroke ending higher than the one before, softly
moving fingertips caressing up the soft smooth skin approaching her sex. My fingers touched the soft
down on each side of her slit, found it already moist, the perfume of her desire was stronger now as I
slid two fingers between her silken smooth wet lips, holding them apart, sliding up within their
wetness. Between my fingertips I felt her clit, small and hard, my fingers stroked up and down each
side of it and Amy lifted her hips against my caresses.

"Oh, that's nice," she whispered hoarsely, as if talking only to herself. Slowly I moved my middle
finger down her soaking slit, pressing softly between the wet velvet smooth lips, and slid in smoothly
into the tightness of her cunt. The ball of my hand pressed against her mound as my finger slipped
deeper into her, and I started to slide my finger in and out against the small thrusts of her hips which
Amy was making. My finger was awash with her juices as it slid into the tight grasp of her cunt, the
juices of her desire smearing over my hand as it pressed onto her clit between her parted lips.

Now my lips kissed down across her stomach, across her hip, down the top of her thigh, to her knee. I
moved around so I was kneeling between her open knees and was aware of Amy's hands on my head,
gently pulling me upwards, guiding my kisses towards the scented slit where my finger thrust into her
grasping tightness. My kisses slowly rose up her thigh, my tongue licking long strokes towards her
fragrant honeypot of love, smoothly sliding across the soft sensitive skin of her inner thigh, wetly
caressing the nerve endings there that were all connected to the centre of her sexuality.

Amy shuddered as my tongue licked up through the soft down around her slit, rising up one side,
across her mound and down the other side. She brought her hands down between her legs and held
her lips apart in invitation to my tongue. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her gushing cunt and my
tongue traced between her open lips, slipping up from the bottom of her slit up to the small hard bud
of her clit. She shuddered again, lifting her hips to press her sex against my mouth. My tongue
flickered over her small erect clit, faster now as I felt Amy respond to my licking. Her hips were
jerking as the tip of my tongue flashed up her short hard shaft of desire again and again.

I heard Amy cry out, and took her clit within my lips and sucked upon it, drawing it into my mouth.
"Oh! OOOHH! I'm coming!!!!" I heard her call out as her hips shuddered beneath my mouth. I saw her
twist her head from side to side, her breasts rose and fell, her nipples engorged now on their scarlet
swell, I tasted her sweet taste deep within my mouth as her orgasm rocked her body.

As Amy dropped her hips back onto the bed I moved up between her thighs. My lips kissed across her
stomach, circled her breasts again, and traced up the curve of her neck. I felt the tip of my cock slide
within the wetness of her hot slit and she raised her hips again, seeking to slide me within her silken
grasp. I brought my elbows up under her knees and lifted them, moving them even further apart,
opening her beneath the touch of the tip of my cock. With one hard thrust I drove my cock into the
welcoming grasp of her cunt, plunging my hard thick cock into the satin smooth tightness, filling her
with my thrusting rod. Amy was so tight it felt as if she was milking my cock as I plunged it into her
again and again, as she pumped her hips back against each plunge of my engorged organ into the
depths of her cunt and she tightened her grasp on my cock each time we both drew back.

I thrust my cock home within her wet velvet smooth embrace, rising above her, pressing the top of
my cock against the front of her cunt as each thrust drove home within her. I could feel her pick up
the rhythm of my cock as it invaded her depths, faster and faster we thrust together until my cock
pulsed with my cum pumping up my shaft. I could feel Amy's fingernails digging into my back and
heard her cry from miles away that she was coming again as I plunged my cock deep within her tight
smooth cunt, held it embedded there and pumped my cum into her depths. My cum spurted into the
quivering grasp of her cunt for what seemed like minutes, as I held my cock planted deep within her
and she shuddered beneath me.

Slowly we both calmed. I withdrew my softening cock from the clasp of her wet silken smooth cunt
and rolled onto my back, slipping an arm under Amy's head and drawing her towards me. I took her
arm and placed it across my chest and whispered softly in her ear. My heart was pounding in my chest
and I could feel the press of her breast against my chest as she gasped for breath. Eventually the
pounding of our hearts subsided, and I felt Amy relax beside me. I watched her eyes flutter and close
and heard the soft sigh of her breath as she fell asleep in my arms. For some time I watched her
sleep, this beautiful young woman encircled by my arm under her neck, until I too dropped asleep
beside her.

We woke later in the night to make love again and again, and in the morning we showered together. I
wrapped Amy in my dressing gown and we ate out on the balcony in the morning sun. It had been a
wonderful start to an amazing weekend which was to be filled with lovemaking and laughter, soft
cuddling and caresses, soft whispering and loud crying out in the passion of our urgent bodies
thrusting towards fulfillment.

Hope that was fun... Please don't forget the boring stuff:

MWR

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