peterbaring

softcore

2009-01-17T16:18:00.000-08:00

ronio

jackie

yellow, purple, pink

smiley

upskirt

maybe

judith

corner case

Nikki

2006-11-07T19:39:00.000-08:00

Nicole a black-haired pointy-nosed hip-hopper who kin really break it down. She not colored but she wish she be—she a little bit dark, maybe Italian or Lebanese. Kinda do a tribal thing with her motions. Whatever she be in the world, Nicole always striving to be a star. She never stop dancing and cutting up. I hook up with Nikki again yesterday afternoon after her class, still breathing heavy from her exercise but looking for a different kind of practice. She bare shoulders shiny, a little smear of moisture licking her upper lip. “Can I talk witchu a minute, Nicole?” We find ourselfs an empty room with a massage table and lock the door. She already dancing again, slinking and strutting, moving her hands like to introduce her ass to she audience. What are the sound of one dick clapping? I always love how her stomach is so flat and firm, a little gold ring pierce through her belly button. “Do that hurt,” I inquire, pinching it in my fingers and turning the key. “Nah,” she say, setting back on the padded table and flipping my hardening dong over the elastic waist of my shorts, “Do that?”

Someone have teach this chick how to give good nosejob, she long white beak stroking up both sides of my brown boner. It not hurt either how she long eyelashes tickle my tiptop, how she lips purse up to kiss its tiny mouf. I’m liken lookin as Nikki do it to it, she black hair sweep back of her face as she starten to suck.

Nikki are ambitchous, no one in the class dance more vigorous, no one given cooler head than she, no one riden a rod or shiften a stick like she, no matter how black they be. In a minute I’m lay on the massage table and she straddle over me, slippin it in and we startin moven to that invisible music—no ipod in sight. Seem like she inside me instead of me in she, when I look up at her face her eyes is crazy like green and gold glass.

2006-10-30T19:58:00.000-08:00

2006-10-30T19:50:00.000-08:00

2006-10-30T19:48:00.000-08:00

The Wave

2006-10-25T07:51:00.000-07:00

"Come on, Minna. You go in first." Judy lifted her bunched-up T-shirt away from one eye and peeked slyly across the beach blanket at her sunbathing friend Minna. Minna pretended she didn't hear. "Come on, Minna." Judy insisted. "A nice ocean dip would be REFRESHING!"

Minna didn't say anything, of course. She was way too cool. Her back was arched deeply, offering her stretch-covered titties upward to the sun, and she sighed and let her pink mouth fall open as if asleep. She sure was beautiful! Judy wished she could have skinny thighs and a flat tummy like that, dusky brown skin that faded into vanilla cream at the edges where the older girl's bikini bottom was tucked in.

Judy looked critically up at her legs from her reclining position. Too fleshy and fat, she thought. She couldn't even see the ocean in the space between them. Anyway, at least having these big old tits was okay. At sixteen, Judy had already filled her bra cups as full if not more than her friend. She drew a lazy hand along the underside of one warm ripe breast.

Minna had been telling her about this boy Steve she had been going out with, how sex wasn't everything. Like he had taken her totally to dinner four times already and he hadn't even tried to kiss her yet. Well, once, the first night. But not since then. He was just totally considerate, totally a cool guy. Judy thought he sounded like a complete dick-teased wuss.

A hundred feet away the ocean roared towards her, pulled back, arched again and crashed forward, speckling her with a fine salty mist. Judy shivered. She snuck another quick glance over in Minna's direction. Judy couldn't tell if Minna's eyes were open behind her dark glasses. She let her thighs come apart and a self-indulgent smile cross her face as the fingers of a sea breeze blew coolly into the moist hollows around her nookie-noo.

Way out beyond the breakers a man in a skindiving suit paddled slowly across the unending swells, waiting for a big one, kicking his white waxed board into perfect placement. In the distance it was like he was aimed right at her, like he was her super-surfer ready to catch her wave. What if he just cruised on up the beach and FUCKED her?? Judy knew she would just pull the little bow knots on her hips and let him do it, and she reached up to make sure she could pull the loops through if she had to, dug her heels into the sand and wriggled her toes in readiness.

"Judy! Lay down! Those kids are looking at us." Minna was definitely awake now, sitting upright, her elbows raising as she checked the top of her swimsuit, her tanned body casting a protective shadow over her younger friend. "Watch out. They might see something!" Minna was always saying things like that but she was really nothing but a big show-off herself.

Without moving the position of her feeling hand Judy let her kneecaps come back together as she looked slyly around. A group of cute-looking boys were gliding their frisbee game down the beach towards the two girls' blanket. "Silly. They're looking at you, Minna! It's your big tits they're looking at." Minna's blue eyes widened as she realized suddenly that it was true. The teenagers' back and forth banter had changed its tone. It was mixed with knowing laughter as they whisked the flying saucer closer and closer to the booby blonde. "Hey, Dude. Look at the Frizz, man! Oh, wow. Not over there, Dude."

Judy was getting an idea, though. She leaped to her feet and took off after the misguided frisbee, making sure to keep her ass up and her legs straight as she bent to pick up the plastic disk. "Here, Minna!" she called out, zinging it straight and hard in her friend's direction. Minna shrieked as she put her hands out to protect herself, her golden boobs bouncing and bobbing in the sunlight as she fended off the edge-on throw.

Judy ran a few steps toward the nearest of the boys, a big wide smile on her face. "Hey, Dude! Can we play too? Throw it back to them, Minna!" She loved the way she had already learned how a girl could get all five of the guys into heat at once. They were lusting totally after her sexy body, their eyes fixed on the places her skimpy swimsuit started and left off, their imagination excited by her happy attitude.

She couldn't never win around Minna, though. No matter how hard Judy tried, it seemed like they always turned back to look at the older girl. Judy watched jealously as her friend bounced forward twice on the balls of her feet and then flang the frisbee in a veering curve twenty feet to her left. Minna was just such a perfect slut! In a second a tall boy was sprinting across the sand toward her upperclass friend, his long arms whipping as his feet swiveled in the hot sand to retrieve the misguided throw.

You could always count on Minna to lead them on from there, too. Judy watched in admiration as the nineteen-year-old melted into the dude's controlling arms like butter, giggled softly in his ear and spun the pro-model glow-in-the-dark to another crash-landing in the dunes somewhere.

That did it! Judy was going swimming. "That does it. I'm going in!" she called, turning slowly to face the waves and making four-fucking sure the quartet of other frisbee players had a chance to zoom in on her titty profile.

She wasn't like Minna. OK, Minna was really cool and everything, but she didn't understand herself at all--that she was really just a big tease. But even at sixteen, Judy always wanted to do it with everyone at once. Who could think of going shopping without trying on a lot of different stuff? In her mind Judy was getting each of the five guys out of their baggy beach shorts and pulling them up over her bare stomach while she looked hungrily over at their flat, muscled waistlines, their tight butts, their standing up, sticking out stickery-sticks. Every one fits different, every one a different size and shape and color.

Judy was the kind who liked to be nearly naked at all times. That was why she loved the beach so much and why she had chose out the g-string look when she went there. So everybody could see what it would be like to be her and to fuck her.

Judy thought what would happen if she started to drown and this boy had to rescue her. He didn't need to know she had had her lifesavers for four years or that she had been screwing around for two. She'd be all coughing and gasping and helpless as he pulled her in from certain death. He'd be all like "Wow, are you all right?" She'd be like "I think I swallowed something, oh my God, thank you, thank you!"

She was almost laughing as she thought about it, her tongue poking through her lips as she imagined the picture of the boy bent over her, his SF Giants hat turned around to the back of his head, his strong arm warm against her back.

She had broken through the shiver zone, screaming a little bit as the white spray splashed across her stomach. Judy turned sideways and raised her arms, bouncing out into the deeper water, feeling the flow drop back down away from her sides as each new wave gathered strength. The retreating waters were pulling the firm sand out from beneath her feet, drawing her further and further away from shore.

"Hey, you guys! Hey!" A hundred feet out, nipple deep, Judy turned back to face everybody. She knew they'd be watchin her tightened tits bob up and down. "Hey!" On the shore, Minna had moved over next to the best of the dudes. She was laughing and holding on to his arm, one leg kicked up behind her. OK, fine, Minna, I'll show you.

Now! Another one, a big one was coming! Judy watched the wave come at her, dipping and rising until finally it was a wall as tall as she was, and she took that moment to turn and leap back for the beach. Too late! The water was breaking over her, but instead of curling and trying to protect herself she let it take her arms and legs, let it spin her over, flip her upside down, slam her into the shallows.

The stinging slap of foam green water had stripped the skimpy strip of purple fabric right off of Judy's big tits in the first wild instant, and they swirled and swam wildly in the swift turbulence, as the enormous wave drove Judy's body mercilessly into the flat sand.

It wasn't like she expected it would be at all. Yes it was. The ocean was like, totally skronking her, holding her head down and slamming right between her thighs, flipping and tumbling her.

She felt herself starting to black out. The ripping raging current was everywhere, holding her, feeling her, taking her away with it. She could see the shore and she kept wanting to get up, crawl toward the people there, breathe, but her spread out hands and knees just wouldn't work, and as she tried to suck in air the following wave came crashing over her, and suddenly she was really choking, her face full of sand and slime and her own smothering hair.

She promised God please she would never do it again, but He said she was a liar. He had opened up his watery robe and Our Father who art in heaven was fucking the bejeezus out of her.

Thing was, Judy was truly a conniving little cunt. She had it totally figured out in advance, even though she never felt the strong arms of the boy that ran out into the surf and brought her back in. Joel had dug Judy since he had first seen her feeling herself up in the distance on the beach blanket. But it was like it took being totally drowned to even slow her down. He shifted uncomfortably. Beneath him, laying stretched out flat on her back, the girl turned her head and coughed weakly in response to the flat pressure he was applying to the center of her chest.

As soon as he knew she was going to be all right, Joel couldn't keep his eyes off of her naked tits and what he wanted more than anything was to get them in his big hands and squeeze the sex out of them. Cuz they were just so perfect, soft and curvy and delicious.

Joel had never seen nipples as fucking beautiful as Judy's were. They were deep dark ovals that crinkled around chewy little nubs. They made you want to find out what they were made of. He let his big hands move in wider circles so he could fiddle at them with his thumbs.

"Somebody give her his shirt." It was the girl he had been helping throw the frisbee talking. Oh, yeah. Sure. Joel untied the blue and black plaid shirt from his waist. He smiled up at Minna. "She'll be okay in a few minutes," he said. "She just swallowed some water. By the way, my name is Joel." The other girl was older than the one he had rescued, a little bit more mature and sophisticated looking, with streaky blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. Maybe she'd be like grateful to him for saving her friend.

But instead he was caught short with like this goofy smile on his face. "Ahh, who gives a shit," the girl said with unexpected anger. "Judy, you little cunt!" What did she mean by that? Joel didn't get it at first. In confusion, he looked back down to see what she was talking about. The girl she called Judy had one eye open now, and she seemed to be giggling. As soon as she saw him looking she closed it again, moaning.

Ricardo and the other guys were all laughing now. "Good job, Joel! Make sure you give her your shirt, dude, her tits'll get cold!" Joel blushed and jerked his hands away from Judy's bare boobs, letting them flop free and flat. He opened his shirt down over her and tucked it up under her chin, not having any idea what to do next.

"Come on, you guys! Let's go party." The girl named Minna was already stalking away, leading Ricardo behind her. "You all have a great time," she called back sarcastically. Joel was still straddled over the girl he had supposedly saved, his bare thighs close against the skimpy purple bottom of her wet swimsuit. He felt his face burning with embarassment.

OK, fine, if she wanted to fool. As the other dudes disappeared down the beach Joel pulled the covering shirt away, let his eyes return to the twin treasures buried beneath. Judy's chest was still sticky from the salt water. Her teen-aged mammaries were warm and moist at the edges as he gathered them into the bushel basket of his hands, pressed their teeny titty-tips together.

It took all the will power Judy had to keep her eyes squeezed shut as Joel hunched over and rang her soft bells. This time the dude was letting his hands do any kind of good stuff they wanted. Judy's mouth opened in the middle into a little pink "o", and the tip of her tongue pushed forward through her teeth as Joel pinched her pert nipples and yanked them straight out into the air.

He was the mastery-man. The mam-master. The man. Joel had a raging rusty re-bar rammed up the front of his shorts and a need for more. He let one boob fall back flat as he twisted the other freckled suck-sack even further away and began to slowly slap its soft stretched skin. Beneath him Judy began to shift and moan.

Cuz one thing she had found out from the beginning was that you shouldn't let them think. Keepum Simple Stupid. She wished that Joel would put them in his mouth. Cuz she always got off the most when she felt a boy snorting and sucking on her bitchin boobies like a big hunky milk-hungry animal.

For a sixteen year old Judy was pretty and smart, but what she still hadn't learned yet was that the dudes like Joel were always thinking even when her tits were crammed into their faces. Yeah, Joel was a fucking Einstein at this kind of foreplay, figgerin the formulas to turn Judy's universe rightside out.

Joel was thinking first of all about the sneaky look this chick had snuck up at him. He was thinking that if she wanted to be saved so much she might have to be squeezed and stroked first so she better like it. He sucked his whole mouth tight around her salty tit, flattening the fat little nippal area against his slippery tongue muscle. The chewy button swelled and expanded. Yup the old fooleroo had drawn himself the night watch in a Fun Factory this time.

She knew she could always like scream that he was raping her. Minna would come. But Judy knew she wouldn't do that unless she had to prove who was really in control. She sighed and wriggled her shoulders back into the warm sand, pressing her bare boobs up to where the dude could do whatever he wanted with them. She just wished he would kiss the other one too.

Kiss it? Joel wished he could suck it right off! Even though he knew it was an act, he was buying into it all the way, playing along with Judy's game. It felt great not have to make excuses, not have to look into the chick's eyes and see her trying to decide how far to let him go. Joel smoothed his big hands down across the bumpy curved line of Judy's ribs. She was breathing fine now, the air going in slow and coming out fast.

He was finding out something else great too. He was totally in Love! Now he was splitting the sensations with his hands, one sliding up to support her sandy back, the other going downward to turn the tip of her hip in to him, his fingers working at the tight wet knot that held the bottom of her swimsuit on. There, he had it. The strings came free at last and the tiny triangle of purple cloth pulled away from a sweet stretch of untanned skin.

Judy peeked again. Her spit-slick nipples were totally crinkled hard in the cool sea-salt air. She wished Minna could see her now. Through the curtain of her eyelashes she watched Joel's attention turn downwards. The boy had a head of curly, dark brown hair, almost black, and strong, smooth shoulders. A pepper-shaker moustache speckled his upper lip.

Judy's own lips were too dry and she sucked them in, ran her tongue around to moisten them. He liked her, liked what he was finding out about her. Joel's big dickee had the front of his baggy shorts stretched into a tight spear shape and he kept on grabbing at it, trying to get it out get it off guide it in. She was pretty sure she liked him too.

Joel pressed his finger into the tight crack beneath Judy's frizzy brown-haired cunt-bump, playing with the little possum that lived there, teasing the little animal into life. She was already ready, warm and wet and willing, and he felt her hips shift as she opened up to his further exploration.

Now he knew he wanted this chick to want him too. And as if she could read Joel's dirty mind she was raising her hands, reaching to the front of his wet shorts, unbuttoning him and zipping him down. He saw her peeking out of the side of her eyes at his dick as she brought him out throbbing hard all the way out into the open air and sun.

For some reason Judy just really liked to look at guys' penises. Who needed this romance stuff? She just liked to touch them, too. That was all she kept trying to tell Minna. No, she didn't think they were ugly at all. She couldn't think of nothing better than stroking and pinching this thick veiny purple fucker unless it was bouncing the pair of big old naked hound-dog balls hanging down beneath it in her hand. That was all. What did love have to do with it?

Judy stretched her arms straight down, squeezing her bare breasts out while she handled his stick. Joel looked so great reared up above her with his unsnapped shorts pulled down. He wrapped his strong fingers around her fist, squeezed it into a tight circle around his big baby maker, made her slide it up and down his curvy length, pulling and pointing the meat muscle down at her.

She hated blushing, but she loved to be embarassed. In a funny way it was the best part when you finally stopped pretending. She felt herself getting all red and stuff as she looked up into Joel's eyes and both of them knew. "Thank you for rescuing me." she told him.

Tribale

2006-10-25T07:49:00.002-07:00

Copyright 2006, Peter S. Baring

Ee-mi was showing the other girls how to work the thin white threads of hemp from the heaps of cut off stalks that had been dragged in from the fields. After the stems were smashed open then the crew would have to roll them flat with the rocks and then everyone would lean closer, feeling with fingertips to be the first to pull the fibers free. Ee-mi expertly hooked a string over her thumb and presented it, smiling, to the older girl who crouched next to her.

There was the sound of someone approaching and even before she looked up, Ee-mi knew it was Jemma. Jemma’s big thighs scissored in a beautiful tight flowered skirt as she came up to the shady work area. Jemma’s breath was deep and throaty, her fleshy breasts damp with drips of perspiration, as if she had hurried a long way.

“Why are you dressed so nice, S’si Jemma?” she asked innocently. She rubbed the back of her hand against her eyebrow where it itched, looked questioningly at Jemma. Her sister’s wife seemed so nervous.

“Ee-mi. I have bad news. Happy-Dancing is sick. She needs you at home right away,” Jemma said as she pulled Ee-mi upward from her kneeling position in the workgroup, straightened her short skirt, tried to brush away the dry yellow dust from her knees and legs. Happy-Dancing was the name of the little girl-dog that would jump up when Ee-mi held out food.

Ee-mi was confused. This couldn’t be. From where they stood she could see the tips of Happy’s paws sticking out from behind the trunk of a nearby tree. “But, Happy-Dancing is right here with me.”

“Ee-mi.” Jemma changed her mind. “Listen to me. Let’s go for a walk. I need to talk to you about something.”

What are you doing, S’si? We have work to do here.” Not like you, Ee-mi thought with sudden irritation.

“It’s your day, Ee-mi. Come on,” Jemma commanded. But it wasn’t. Ee-mi’s eighth birthday had been months before. “Never mind. You’ll see,” Jemma said. “It’s hard to explain.”

The town was still and hot at this time of the morning. A slanted row of woven cane structures cast shadows that directed them away from the busy group of winnowers. All the men had been sent away. Ee-mi could see only a few of the sick sitting stiff and thin in the shade of their homes.

The soft yellow dust and its lacy shadows drifted behind as they kicked their way through it. Jemma began pulling Ee-mi’s bare arm painfully along. By now they were almost running.

One of the village’s warrior women emerged slowly from her hut ahead of them. She bowed her helmeted head impassively, then turned to let the two of them pass.

“Are we going home, S’si? We’re going the wrong way!” Instead of making their way around the outer circles of the town Jemma was leading Ee-mi straight toward its center. More and more of the villagers were standing straight from the entrances to their houses. Like Jemma they were dressed in their best and most colorful clothing, draped in rows of jangling jewelry.

“Stop it, stop it,” Ee-mi said. She tore herself free from Jemma’s insistent grasp and stood, uncertain of what to do next.

A tall woman as dark-skinned as Ee-mi slipped from a sideway, strode silently to where they stood. What Ee-mi saw right away was that she was naked between the legs. She was wearing bound leggings of striped antelope hide, wound from her ankles to her high hips with braids of the raw hemp. For a second Ee-mi thought of dashing away, running back to join the other children at their work. But as soon as the idea came she was prevented from acting on it. Two strangers stepped from behind to take hold of her arms.

“Ee-mi, ah-nonna-mi.” It meant favored one. The woman’s face was old, old and made strong by experience, and her voice was rough and sweet and hoarse, like raw sugar. Despite the glaring heat of the morning her head was framed by a collar of bristling fur.

Ee-mi stared up in wonder into the woman’s eyes, deep dark brown centers set in yellow and white that measured everything inside her. “Yes, mother,” she replied.

Ee-mi’s head reached only half as high as the nearly naked figure who stood before her. It put her right at eye-level with the line of coarse kinky hair that began beneath the woman-witch’s belly button and curled down thick between her legs. Ee-mi couldn’t stand the way it looked, couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it would be to have so much hair down there. How could she ever pee? The thick growth had been plucked away to expose a long wrinkled ruffle of dark purple flesh. It was the ugliest thing Ee-mi had ever seen.

Worried that the tiny child before her might not yet be ready, the shaman reached forward to grip Ee-mi by the shoulders. Brass bracelets were squeezed tight around her arms and wrists and her nails were curved and hard and they dug into the girl’s skin.

At eight years old, Ee-mi was thin and strong, unused to being held still, and she shrugged back against the examination. The little girl was naked above and beneath the scrap of skirt tied around her narrow waist. Her sensitive nipples were the surest sign of her readiness, though, swollen into soft gray circles against the flat black skin of her girlish chest.

“This way, child.” Ee-mi allowed herself to be guided into the longhouse of the women. She slid by Jemma swiftly and without touching, pushed through a narrow opening draped with thick tanned animal hides. Betrayer.

For men the ceremonies always happen in the open night, highlit with the drama and frenzy of dancing flames. But Ee-mi entered in the quiet of morning. A slow and secretive rattle broke the heavy darkness of the inside, shaking into a steady stacatto. Suddenly she was surrounded by the ghosts of the recognized present, faces and forms that swam before her stll dazzled eyes, closed inward toward her, touching her, talking to her without making sense.

Ee-mi had never been allowed to enter the longhouse before. The inside was rich and wide and tall, the ridgepole nearly twice as high as a person. Two rows of carved bone lanterns led along a narrow way, spreading and circling their flickering light around a glistening leather pedestal that stood as tall as the little girl.

For the first time Ee-mi was afraid. Strange hands, old hardened hands grasped her and held her from both sides. Something smelly was waved beneath her wrinkling nose. It was hot thick smoke and she nearly choked as it felt its way through her nostrils, curled upwards into spaces that lay behind her vision.

Ee-mi was taken up. It no longer mattered that her small feet touch the pounded earth floor. A nest of arms curved beneath her, turned her body over, slowly unfastened and removed her clothing.

The woman named Jemma came forward first. She kissed her wife’s younger sister tenderly beneath the chin. Ee-mi stared straight upward now, unwilling to acknowledge the touch of the one who had delivered her. But Jemma just smiled. Her fingers slipped downward, closed possessively around the tiny twin spouts that pricked out from the girl’s upper torso. Ee-mi wanted to shake her away but she couldn’t move. All she could see was Jemma leaning over her, now withdrawing her hands and beginning to stroke her own large breasts, pinch and pull at her huge brown nipples.

“Milinka-a-t’mem, Ee-mi.” Jemma breathed. She was staring straight into Ee-mi’s eyes. “I am giving you my milk, Ee-mi.” And she was. Jemma’s naked breasts had begun to flow with a sweet silvery cream, and she was crying now with pain and emotion as she squeezed and clenched and gathered it into her palms. She reached forward and began to smear the liquid across Ee-mi’s skin.

Other women had begun to rise from the dark recesses where the woven roof of the longhouse came close to the floor and emerge into the smoky tallow-yellow light of the candles hung from the ridgepole. Their rounded shadows danced across Ee-mi, their gentle hands pulled and stroked the smooth skin of Jemma’s dangling mammaries, splattering the young initiate with hot, sticky magical rain.

“Drink, Ee-mi!” Now Jemma had brought both brown breasts tight together, was forcing her hardened nipples through Ee-mi’s lips. Ee-mi bit down hard and the salty spark of blood suddenly shot through the milk. “Eee-miii!” Jemma shrieked with tortured joy.

Ee-mi was whimpering and snorting like a baby again and the women murmured sympathy even as they pulled her suckling mouth away and prepared her for the next part of the ritual, turning Ee-mi over and facing her head down in the high hard leather saddle she had seen when she entered. Her arms were stretched forward and bound together with the same hempen rope that was looped tight and scratchy around her waist.

It was as though Ee-mi was taking a bareback ride on a beast with no front legs. In this position her knees were spread wide, slightly bent, her feet dangling, stirrup-less. It held her young hips higher than her head, opened the space between them.

Now the women were making noises of approval, running long stroking fingers across her upraised bottom, touching and testing the soft inner flesh Ee-mi’s placement exposed. Her thighs slipped and slapped against the leather flanks of her seat. Why did she feel so suddenly guilty?

Something was happening. Ee-mi felt her baby parts clench tight together in response to a deep steady sound, beating first from her heart, then beginning to throb and pulse inside the back of her head. She felt a warm trickle run down to her waist, felt the pressure of shaping palms as handfuls of wet clay were brought forth, smoothed across her buttocks, sculpted into two high heavy mounds.

The sticky squishy earthen sound was taken up with drums and wordless song. Ee-mi moaned uncomfortably at the first tentative touches, then spasmed and relaxed, then begin to quiver again without control as the tribal women worked and split her new soft flesh, drew the flat line of her bottom deep into a dark canyon.

“It is because you are special, Ee-mi.” The voice of the goddess spoke in response to the question her mind was struggling to form. Ee-mi gasped as a clenched fist pressed between her legs, moaned as a stiffened finger stirred her open, poked inside.

Someone handed another one a long pronged stick. The human finger was withdrawn and someone pushed the barkless branch into the passageway that had been prepared. Ee-mi felt the witchy wood gathering the fluids within as it slid slowly inside, felt the stir of clotted blood as the spread vee of the divining rod pressed snugly up against her built-up buttocks, was turned and lined along her female axis..

The woman shaman, whose name was Ee-mi too, appeared again. With a whoop she sprang from the darkness to prance legs akimbo before the young girl, the curved hollows of her thighs as hard and black as fractured obsidian.

Her round muscular belly was slung low and beautiful below a narrow-waisted jangling cowrie shell belt. A fiery opalescent gem shone inside her clenching navel. Below, a nappy dark pubic bump was thrust forward toward Ee-mi, inside it sat her hot pink totem.

Ee-mi watched in fascination as she twisted her fingers through the strands of stinky crooked hair, tugged back hard, made the little pink animal poke unafraid into the open. It was moist and glistening, crinkled with anticipation. Ee-mi raised her face to see, her mouth suddenly moist, her lips rough and dry.

The older woman guided her gently into place, directing Ee-mi’s extended tongue up in and around her meat-flavored candy, then pressing her down until the girl’s nose was buried deep in the intimate enveloping fleshy folds.

She was watching herself watch herself now, her chin pointing upward and her eyes narrowing to pleasured slits, her hips hard against the leather throne. From behind she could see her lean strutting adult figure lean carefully over her younger self.

“We give you the sacred and the profane, Ee-mi,” Her hands were tight on the divining sapwood rod, “Joy and shame!” There was the tiniest of pains and then it was withdrawn and the stored up, curdled blood began to flow, rich and red.

Sandy's Mistake

2006-10-25T07:49:00.001-07:00

"I used to strip at parties?" Sandy wanted to find out if they knew where she was coming from. She looked over at Michelle to warn her not to say anything. "Anyway there was this night I had to do the whole act twice? I'll never forget it..."

It was raining fog all over San Francisco and a gusty cold breeze had begun to cut down from Twin Peaks into the Mission as Sandy checked the address and searched out a place to park. The faint splatter against her bare thighs made her shiver as she swiveled her knees out of the car, and she wrapped the raincoat tight around her before she made her way back down the street toward the bar.

"I had a routine where I was supposed to come in all dressed in my little costume and then do the straight strip. I had one of those little boom-box tape players I always carried around--so I could get a good bumping beat?

Sandy was used to the way that people's eyes would always go for her beaver when she came in. With the stretchy short mini-skirt hiked up they could almost see the curly hairs frizzing out the bottom of it. Plus she was so tall that by the time she put on the high high-heels her sweet ass was perched just about perfect looking-level for anyone that was sitting down.

"Sometimes they would nose up real close? And if it was chilly then I would be able to feel how the blast of moist breath would blow up into my cranny and then drift back out the opening at the bottom of my skirt. Anyway this night I was really cold so I kept my long raincoat on when I came in."

She could usually get a good feeling for how a trip was going to play when she first came in. But tonight she was almost anonymous because of the way she was dressed, and maybe that was the first thing that got her off in the wrong direction. The guys all turned and looked her over when the door opened, but they didn't stare and slobber the way they usually did. They couldn't know how trashy she looked underneath the baggy coat. Sandy slid in, smiling naturally, and wove her wide hips through a narrow aisle of chair backs to the bar.

"I think it was supposed to be a bachelor party or a birthday party. Anyway there was only a couple of ladies there? I could tell that the bartender was worried that I had come into the wrong place. 'It's okay,' I whispered to him, 'I'm the entertainment.'

"I ordered a Vodka and Tonic, and while he was making it I set the tape player on the bar and undid the belt of my coat and gave him sort of a pre-view. I could feel his eyes run along the deep neckline of my shirt, sliding over the tops of my pushed together tits and working down into the cleavage between them. 'More to come,' I promised. I turned around. 'Is everybody havin' a good time?' I called out."

Sandy always made sure everyone had a good time. She leaned back with her elbows up on the bar and let the coat fall further open to where they could see what was coming. "I got a MALE-gram for Mike," she announced, "Is Mike Torrance here?" Over in one corner a group of guys had been playing cards. "Yo Mike!" they were grinning, "Hey Mike! She's got a message for you!"

Sandy came away from the bar with a strut, kicking her legs up and shrugging her bare shoulders sensuously as the concealing coat dropped away. She spread her legs wide in the tight skirt, bringing her hands together at her waist so that her stuck-out tits rolled together between her arms. She loved the way they always looked at her when she stood in front of them this way. "Which one of you is Mike? Come on, honey. I've got a special surprise for you."

She had a dozen costumes but the one she liked best was where she dressed up like a street-whore, the little white skirt coming down just over her buns and curling under to where the men wanted to stick their hands and get them wet. Their faces were thick with sudden lust, taking in the sight of her like a heavy, horny drug. "I hope it's you," Sandy told them all, her tongue working to the corner of her mouth as she took hold of her stretchy top and raised it to expose her sexy stomach.

"It doesn't matter how little you show as long as you show it? I was taking them as far by showing off my belly button as if I had tossed all my duds and taken the whole gang on right then. I was just getting them in the mood, raising my shirt to show off two inches of belly and teasing the little hole with my pinky as I looked down."

"Guys want you to take charge? I figured I knew who Mike Torrance was from the start because he was the only one that was worried that he might have to prove something to his friends. This guy was sitting half turned in his chair at the card table, looking uncomfortable. 'You just sit back and relax, baby,' I said, crossing over to him, 'It's your party.' But it wasn't either his party? That was my big mistake!"

Sandy was doing a lot of dancing in those days, and when she wasn't working she used to teach aerobics down at the gym. She'd have to tell us about that sometime. She had to admit she looked pretty good and she knew how to do all the dirty moves. This time she pulled the waistband of her skirt out and held her hand down inside while she stood up close beside him and swayed her hips slow to the bass beat that had started coming off the tape player.

She shook her rust-brown shaggy hair away from her face, began to bang her big breasts back and forth up above the man's level, tipping his forehead slowly back while she kept everyone else's vision rolling deep in her topside cleavage. She was forming a freckled funnel and pouring them over her snowy mounds like a sticky sexy strawberry sauce. "Are you a tit-man, honey?" she asked. "Cause I'm a tit-woman!"

"I've always been a tit-woman? Maybe it means I'm part dyke? Or maybe it's just cause if you got 'em, flaunt 'em? Most strippers work with a bra. It's like something they can get down to? Not me! I keep my hooters loose and work the puppet show inside my shirt and by the time Bert and Ernie have bumped heads a few times I guarantee I've got everyone's attention."

"It gets me off too. You always want to make sure about that or else it's just acting? I've got a method, though. First thing I do is wear something really scratchy. Then when I get them moving I get them moving in all directions until they're itching and hot all over. That way before I start pulling and pinching my nips they're already swole up and sticking out under my shirt."

Everybody in the room was holding their breath as Sandy stretched her neckline down and exposed her crinkled up points. They were thick and chewy buttons that sucked their purple color in from a pair of wide pink areolae the more that Sandy touched and teased them. She was shining them high and then showing them low, rolling them round to the music right in front of the eyes of the man she thought was named Mike Torrance.

It was like Sandy had Mike's unlisted number but she had dialed it wrong and she had called from her own party line where everyone could listen in on what she whispered to him. "It makes me so horny when you look at me that way, Mike. You must really want to suck my boobs!" His face was blushing hot purple as Sandy held her big naked tits close up and began to slap them soft and slow against his cheeks. "Oh. HA HA that TICKLES!" She was pressing her nipple insistantly along the line of his mouth and his little moustache was driving her crazy as she drove him crazy.

"I have to make them fuck me in their minds before I can move on to the real thing? Most of the poker players had kicked in their hands, but this guy I was calling Mike and a few others were still holding their cards close. 'You're ticklin me, baby,' I said softly. 'You're making me forget my act, you suckin stud.' I wanted to feel his lips open and then the wetness of his mouth as it fastened tight on my tittie?"

By this time Sandy was supposed to be serving appetizers all around, matching eyes with everyone in the room as she slowly swapped her sexy suckems into Mike Torrance's face until they were rough red and slick with slobber. But it wasn't working out. They liked her okay, but she had this feeling something wasn't right. It was like they were just waiting uncomfortably for her to finish up so they could get back to their gambling or something. Finally she made a decision and backed bumping away from her reluctant birthday boy until she could feel the edge of the card table beneath her buns and she raised up on her toes until she had her ass all the way on the line. "Alright, you all. I know when I'm licked--all over? Count me in."

"Toss them in, Mike. You had your free shot. Now you gotta pay to play. Five dollar ante. You all play with money and I'll put in my legal tenders?" Sandy turned and took a seat at the table. "Somebody turn off that noise," she said, "Let's play cards!"

"I guess it's that I just can't stand being ignored? After I lost the first two pots right off I spent the time fooling with my naked knockers and fan dancing behind the skimpy cards they kept dealing to me. 'Boobs or better to open?' I asked poker faced. They could see I was holding, but they didn't know about the other stuff I was sitting on."

It was three guys besides the one she thought was Mike Torrance and one other lady and Sandy's job was to make sure they never took their eyes off her body, even while they supposedly were playing their hands, and she was working hard. Before she had had to shuck off anything more than her high-heeled shoes she had won three big pots, taking her time as she leaned over the table to rake in the heaps of rumpled green bills. She loved the rustle of clean cash against her dirty hung-down juggs. "Come on you all!" she was gloating, "Someone's gotta get these clothes off of me. I'm hot, I'm way too hot. Somebody's gotta help the girl chill out."

"'It's panty-ante this time? Winner gets to pull 'em down?'" I knew as soon as I said that that I was going to lose my drawers in the next play. It was my deal and I called my favorite. 'Five-card stud,' I said, snapping the cards down and calling them out as I went around the circle. 'Eight of diamonds. Four.' The dude she'd been calling Mike Torrance rated a measly deuce. 'Too bad I didn't call for low-balls, Mike,' I teased him. I smiled into the deep brown eyes of the woman at the table as I dealt her a card and she looked right back at me without expression. 'Uh Oh. A Queen! Could be the Queen of Cunts.' So far she had been totally cool, going along I figured with whatever guys did at this kind of party, but I couldn't tell for sure how she would act if she had to get more active. 'No-balls is looking good,' I said. 'And a Jack. And dealer gets another eight.'

Sandy actually had another eight in the hole, but there was already one out on the table besides her own. She watched as the player on her left led off with a two-dollar bet and the guy with a beard beside him matched it. "Only two dollars? For my panties? Ain't I worth more than that? I'm going to have to raise!" Sandy stood up out of her chair again and began to draw up her mini-skirt.

"The trouble was, I couldn't get my ass up high enough now that my shoes were off my feet? And I wanted to be sure that the rest of the room got a good look at what I was betting. I climbed up into the seat of the chair and spread my locked knees apart as I made my skirt get short and my legs get long."

"I have this fantasy where the guy is undressing me in the same way? Only he's no-hands--doing it all with his hot horn and I can feel this long thick thing throbbing and pressing impatiently as he lifts and prods the covering clothing up to my waist."

Sandy always wore light pink panties because of how well they showed off the auburn color of her cunt hair. And she always wore them on the small side so that plenty of it stuck out. She dipped a pointing finger into the deepest part of her crack and then traced it up around the outline of her groovy bumpkin. A tiny drop of wetness was already spotting the tight nylon surface that stretched over her squishy slit. "What's it worth to you, Mike? You want someone else pulling these down? Seems like it always comes back to you, you stud!"

"Go ten," the man said. He might not really be named Mike Torrance, but Sandy had definitely gotten his attention. He pushed two five-spots to the center of the table, his vision fixed on Sandy's high-hipped bikini briefs and the sweet pouching package that was twisted tight inside them. "Bet's ten," she announced.

"How about you, Honey?" Sandy asked the woman card player. "A girl can't never have enough underclothes, can she?" The woman dithered, peeking under her down card before moving her money into the pot. "Go fifteen," she said. And then she looked right up into Sandy's eyes where she stood on the chair and smiled nastily.

"I always like a nice friendly game? 'Whoops. Guess I better get back down!' I said. 'Better not get them all too stirred up. This girl's after my puss, guys!' Already I could feel her unblinking intentions like a hot hand slipping between my thighs."

"'I think I know what she's got down there? Anybody beat a pair of queens? Help me, help me,save me,' I was begging the other players out loud to rescue me from a life of lesbianism as I dealt the rest of the cards. inside I was hoping that their hands would be as soft as their dicks were hard. The more I thought about it the more I was ready for the female touch."

Sandy knew exactly how to play it when the last cards were called and the pretty, brown haired lady sat back with a blushing victorious smirk. "Can I borrow back my heels?" she asked the guys she had lost them to. She fitted the long spiked show shoes onto her feet and then stepped from the seat of her chair to the round tabletop. "Music, Maestro!"

"I like the Rolling Stones to dance to the best? Because everybody thinks about fuckin' when they hear that raunchy guitar the Stones lay down. And when they see what I do to it I make sure they think about fuckin' me."

Sandy was marching in place on the tabletop like she was leading the sex parade on circus day, slow stepping and pointing her toes as she ran each knee down the inside of the other thigh, like she was shaking and stroking and twirling a big fat baton. Then the Stones began to grind deep into a repeating riff and she stuck her fleshy bun-cakes straight out to meet the music's exploring hand.

"Sometimes I can tell they wish they were spanking um? And I know from the way my asscheeks are moving and jiggling when I dance that they can see I'd do anything for Keith and Mick as long as they keep playing that song."

Sandy knew she was going to have to give up her undies but she made believe she was a shy slut, backing down to the music until she was right above a certain someone with her short skirt sliding high and then reaching through and tugging the hem forward between her legs to keep the woman's dirty eyes out.

"When I reach down all the way like that it squishes my tits in my arms to where I can't see around them? I kept on trying to look around at my behind, knowing everytime I did it was making some new guy cross-eyed when my cherry-red pointed nips turned on him. Only now I figured it was time to finally deliver?"

Sandy got down off her high horse and got down to bizness. Her big hooters flopped forward and began to swing and smack to the rock-n-roll beat as she hiked her concealing skirt all the way to her hips and completely revealed her skimpy pink lingerie.

"I swear to God it was like electricity? Instead of dragging the stretchy waistband down the backside of my ass like I expected, a long-nailed finger goosed into my hairy diamond and tickled the bottom of my cuntly crack. I could feel her rolling my sticky flesh and the slippery fabric together as she pinched the moist strip of nylon away and began to gather it slowly around her probing hand. She was pulling the panties she had won off me from the crotch down! And I was wiggling like crazy at the crazy feelings it was giving me!"

Sandy was afraid that it would have to stop after the woman had gotten the panties stretched in a tight straight line between her spread-out thighs, but it wasn't happening that way. Instead she felt a smooth arm wrap around her waist for support as her feet and knees were coaxed together and the bare pink nylon briefs dropped to her ankles. Now Sandy was afraid that it wouldn't stop, that she would come right there in front of everyone before she had even done the dirty stuff.

"That's what they pay me for? It ain't because I always know who I'm playing to--it's because I have such a dirty mind!! I stepped one foot out and then kicked the panties I had lost back to the butch behind me. I knew everyone's eyes were on my bushy pussy now. But they weren't seeing half of it?"

Sandy spread her twat open with her hands until the cords that held her legs on were stretched tight and her ruffled meaty cuntlips were tasting and kissing the air. The men could always tell just by looking at it how good it would feel to put their fucking fuckers in a real fucking hole. And just in case they couldn't, Sandy was showing them the way the deluxe model worked.

"I like to make dicks hard? I think I like it almost as much as pumping them until they spurt their juice and then squeezing them up hard again. I can't never get enough? Anyway, I haven't yet. I was rocking my hips slow and frigging and stretching my sexy slit every way until I had a full row of boners just achin' to get at me by the time I had walked down to my knees on the top of the poker table."

"I was so hungry I had to have a taste? 'Come on, Mike. Show me your big hard dick. Cause I got a present for you, honey.' I couldn't blame him for not telling me his name wasn't Mike when I was crouched down on the table right in front of him and I was already dropping his belt and unpopping the buttons of his jeans. Cause I give a REAL GOOD present?"

Sandy didn't believe in sucking cock slow. That was what they made girlfriends for? Her white fingers laced tight around the thick purple shaft, her thumb romping and rubbing the soft tube that ran up its curvy underside. In ten seconds she had his pants pushed back and his heavy hanging balls ping-ponging against the top of the table. She waited just long enough to be sure everyone could get a good look at the rock-hard, nazi-helmeted rod before she dipped her head and plugged the fat hot schlong into the opening between her spread-wide lips.

"I love the way they taste? That's half of the reason I slobber so much when I give head. They taste like the whole raunchy hog, like a spicy sausage rolled in piss and dirt. I love it!! And I know that they love that I love it."

The only thing about wearing her hair long that Sandy didn't like was how it could fall down and get in the way when she tucked in her chin and really got to work. Gooey red-brown strands of it were strung across her cheeks and plastered down around her sticky sucking mouth and she tried to shake it back so they all could see. "MMMRRUMPH, RUMPHH, RAHHMPH!" She was making the loudest, nastiest, slurpingest sounds she could as she fucked the gorgeous stiff penis deep into her face. "WAHHH. AHHHH. WUFFF! WUFFF!"

The guy who wasn't named Mike was reared back and pushed forward as far as he could get, and the whole room was gathered in around them as Sandy did her stuff, rolling around nearly naked on the poker table while she pounded and packed the coming cum up inside his proud pipe. Sandy could feel his legs shaking and knew that everybody else would be watching the changes cross his face as she yanked his balls tight and slammed the thick dick deep into her throat one last time.

"OH SHIT. GODDAMM. GODDAMMIT!" Finally after all this time she was getting more than two words out of this guy. A big hot load of country cream choked into Sandy's mouth, spurting and gushing against her bulging cheeks until her face felt like it was filled to the eyes with thick cum. She couldn't swallow fast enough or squeeze her lips tight enough around his rutting rod to keep the stuff from squirting out.

"After all that time I had spent in teasing him up he was so rock hard horny he couldn't stop cumming. Gobs of glistening white jizz were still pulsing out of his veiny dick when he finally pulled back and popped it free of my blubbering lips. But I wasn't letting him away. I kept on licking and squeezing and sweettalking to it. 'That's a good boy, Mikey,' I was cooing to the birthday boy as I coaxed every oozing ounce of pleasure out of him. 'Mike likes a good cocksucking, doesn't he?' I asked, looking up slyly at the audience that was watching my work. But they were all laughing?"

"I'll never forget it? 'That ain't Mike Torrance!' someone said. 'Mike Torrance's standing right behind you.' 'Yeah!' another voice chipped in. 'Show her your cock, Mike!' I rolled around. There was only one person behind me--the brown-haired girl I had given up my panties to. She was lifting the hem of her loose skirt high up to expose a spread-out pussy, her hand searching wildly down through the dark damp bush between her legs.

"It's gone!" she hammed up, hooking her middle finger deep inside a puffed up scarlet snatch and pulling it from side to side to be sure I got a good eyeful. "...And my balls, too!"

"Now how was I supposed to know? Mike's a guy's name, right? Anyhow, that was how I met Michelle for the first time."

Finkin' a Fookin'

2006-10-25T07:47:00.000-07:00

Colin couldn't keep from an ungentlemanly laugh at the sight of the lady in distress. A sexy, well dressed girl had suddenly stopped short outside the building society and was scraping and sliding the sole of her high-heeled boot across the pavement as she wobbled and waved on one leg. "Oohh. It's shit. It's fooking DOG shit!" she exclaimed in a hoarse voice filled with revulsion, blushing and looking furiously over at him.

She was tall and well-made, dressed in black stretchies and a short shiny bicycling jacket the same blue black color as her cut short black hair. A punk princess, actually. Could have been quite attractive really, if she didn't have a great glob of dog waste stuck on the bottom of her foot. "Fink it's funny, do you?" Her arms were waving wide to keep her balance, a filter fag plugged between sticky pink lips, huffing smoke with the effort of her attempt to clean it off. "Well, then, HELP ME, will you?"

The odour of busted turds almost overcame him, but Colin managed to keep his composure. "Here you go. Lean on this and kick your shoe back and I'll see what I can do." Colin fished a bit of cardstock from the rubbish bin and bent her leg into cobbler's position behind.

The stubbled skin of her ankle shocked his hand as he kneeled and raised her besmirched boot into place. Colin turned his head and stared with lust at a sweet close-up ass that flowed into a wide pear-shape from her waist. She was looking over her shoulder, smirking down at him. "Finkin' about Fuckin'" she said enigmatically. Colin was indeed.

Her tarty face, her made-up eyes seemed completely enchanting to Colin. They glittered green with embarassed amusement as she watched him dollop the foul substance from the instep of her boot.

"Works every time," he said. "Feed the beast in the morning, take it for a little constitutional after tea. Then just stand by with my scaping tool and wait for you. Yea, I'm 'finkin'."

She snickered, openly considering Colin as the two of them stood deciding what to do. The hot cherrystone of her cigarette glowed as she raised a slim, ring covered hand and sucked her cheeks inward hungrily. When her lips came apart during the exhale, Colin could see the swirl of smoke through the gap of a missing tooth. So slutty. Colin didn't trouble to hold back his impulse to get closer. She wanted him. She fit up against his stiffening rod like an open invitation, her hips stirring slightly from side to side as she hung her elbows up over his shoulders and grinned goofily. "I live two doors down."

"I can't wait to get my clothes off finally and get out of these god-damned shitty shoes," she said, "After standing in the bloody fings all day as well. Wouldn't mind a friendly bonk if a gentleman could provide one, either." Colin assured her he could. He was the Broker of Bonk, with impressive holdings.

"Leave the fookin' dogs in the zoo where they belong," she continued. She was a princesse au natural, just the type that Colin liked. "U O me a good one for that," she said.

Only a tawdry princess could have gotten Colin to drop his normal reserve so quickly. She had a hot heart-shape laced between her thighs, criss-crossed with cords. Inside the door of her flat she brought her hands to her waist and tugged her stretch nylon tights half down to her knees before she bent to unlace her soiled boots, presenting her bona fides, turning a pair of dainty pink skimps inside out. Colin invaded the rearward space with his hand, drew slippery fingers back along the groove.

"Feel my fings," the floozy demanded. They were luby and humid, tight and wanting. Colin jammed his palm in sideways and cracked her hips to one side. She was soaking with pussy-juice, stirring up more moisture against the row of knuckles he was presenting her. The dirty aroma was buzzing like bees behind Colin's brain, hornifying him completely, devouring the last of his inhibitions.

Colin had her absolutely gilled by the time they had swayed into the sitting room from the entry, scattering umbrella stands and bric-a-brac. She went knee down onto a small settee, her peeled pants still holding her ankles close, the heels of her shit- smeared boots pointing back at him. Now he had her slippery slit spread, elbow-sawing long strokes into her widening kerf. He could feel every part of her--her little lady button battering his fingertips, a pound's worth of fleshy quimparts rolling, her bare bottom mincing against his wrist.

Not that a face-down butt bare bumming was bad. All the same, Colin was determined to get a lot further than her femme foyer. Nothing but the bed-chamber would do, and nothing but naked. "First I want you to get your clothing off, darling. Would you do that for me? What's your name, anyhow, sweetheart?"

"Saundra."

There's nothing to make an enlisted man step out of ranks than the notion of the queen of cockdom left standing flat-footed and fuckable without a shred of her former finery. Saundra shrugged off her heavy jacket and pulled her stretchy top up over her head. A set of oversize knockers tumbled free, bobbing upward as she pulled her arms from the garment and bouncing heavily between her knees as she bent to unlace her tall boots and pull them from her feet. Colin had his trousers open in a trice and his sweet insult laid along her nose. Naked except for her name, Saundra began to lick and mouth Colin's fragrant meaty muscled length. "He's nobbut a monster," she sighed appreciatively.

Colin's penile member was a throbbing tommy as Saundra's bright waxy lips went round and she squeezed her cheeky face greedily down the length of his shaft. Now she was sucking like some EC whore taking tariff. Colin laced his fingers behind her neck and let it ride, slipping in and out, long and short, softly first and then hard as steel, again and again, satisfying her cuntinental curiousity, offering her his blunt response to the UK question.

All Colin needed was a cup of tea and a paper as he waited for his sex to be shined. He liked the way that giving him her head kept the bare chested beauty so busy. Her dark lashed eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, a thick drool of saliva juicing from the corners of her mouth as she pumped up and down the length of him. "You're so sexy, Saundra. You do that so very well," he said. He was playing with her ears, twisting short curls of black hair around the delicate shape of them as he looked down enchanted at her jouncing boobs, the straddling sight of her spread wide knees as she sat beneath him. "I think it's time we tended to that cunt of yours, don't you, darling?"

"Fink so." Saundra stood and turned up to Colin for a deep wide kiss, the meaty taste of his member delighting and disgusting him as their mouths came together. "Just don't forget my tits while you do me, OK?"

Colin was already stroking the smooth sided shapes, coaxing them outward from the squeezed space between their bodies, tracing and tickling Saundra's swelling nipples. "Pinch UM!" she demanded, her voice hot against his ear. And when he took the chewy nibs between his thumbs and fingers she went absolutely wild.

Saundra's bedroom was as earthy and open as she was. Crumpled covers on a big bouncy bed, and she backed into a sexy scent mixed equal parts from lavender and erotic urgency. "Knew U'd come tonight," she lied shamelesly, raising her bare knees to show Colin why, fingering apart a hole in the center of her fleshy slit, teasing and tempting him with her big black made-up eyes.

Colin bent his prong downward and gave himself a priming pump with his clenched fist, directing the velvet arrowhead down into Saundra's thicket to flush her female fauna. By now her cunt was wide opened, the slippery entrance swelling tight, swelling spread as he nudged his thick veiny rod inward.

"Ooh, uhh, yeah!" Saundra gasped. "Do it! Put it in ALL the way." She had her head thrown backwards, her throat exposed, and Colin could feel the buzz of her pleasure build as he pressed a kiss against her voicebox, as he kicked wedges beneath the double doors of her thighs and powered his column down deep into her warm womanly regions.

"OH!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" His palms were squeezing and shoveling Saundra's chesty sensitives, and it was so lovely to feel her pelvis shake and tighten around him in response to his rude handling. Colin had begun the four-year programme, steady as seasons, regular as a day job while his hands took on their extra-curricular activities.

The more that one part of Colin tried to remain gallant the more something about Saundra just kept drawing him further into her filthy fantasies. She led him on up the dark alley where Miss Kiss-it used to take Harry Balls, kicking and banging her trashy cans, digging through her stinky slops until she had gotten him right down to the recyclables. Saundra's punky puss-ass was tipped up at Colin, wriggling with desire around his driving shaft. "Jock me, you dumb stud!" she was demanding in a muffled urgent voice. Who the hell was she calling dumb!

In a moment Colin's hot temper had Saundra spitting and hissing like an overfilled kettle on the range, her dark-lashed eyes squeezing shut with sexual longing then popping wide and sightless as he gave her the pink banana, bumped her whole fruit stand into disarray. "That's...SO...GOOD!" she gasped. "Ride me! RIDE ME FAHSTER!"

He had his rod right in her now, his balls beginning to sling and swing as he got his driving directions and motored into Saundra- land. She was beginning to come on so sweet to him now, kicking and pedaling the air. Colin was trying to get a good grip on her big boobies but the girl kept wriggling free and making him grab, squeeze, tug them again and again.

"OHHH. I LOVE it. I LOVE it!" Saundra was sighing. She was mincing her pleasure-treasure thing all along his sticky shaft, stroking his raging tool with her whole cuntly body, talking in torrents now as the hint of a climax flashed inside her. "Don't it feel good? Oh, it feels so GOOD! OH! OOH! Right! Right! Fuck my NARSTY wet slit, you fucker, fuck my dirty hairy slit.

Robin's Impulse

2006-10-25T07:45:00.000-07:00

"Oh GOD!" Robin came into the kitchen and then stopped and turned and slammed the door. Her roommate Jeff was screwing some woman. On the counter! Like really. In the few seconds before she exited the picture of the blonde stranger was frozen in her vision. At the sound of Robin's voice the blonde opened her eyes and looked right at her. Her head was tipped back against the cupboards and her mouth was gaping wide with a wiggling tongue as Jeff raised up on his toes again and again to thrust himself between her spread knees. Jeff didn't bother to turn around at all, and in a moment the woman's eyes glazed over and she closed them again as his motions continued to bounce her thighs against the rounded edge of the countertop.

Robin couldn't believe it. Like what if she wanted to eat something or something? How inconsiderate could you get? Now everytime she wanted some crackers or something she'd have to think about this blonde with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her panties stretched between her ankles and Jeff plugging into her like some dirty animal.

Robin hated the way Jeff kept bringing all these strangers home to fuck them. But she needed the place to live. She stood next to the door, listening. They were still doing it. She could hear the girl sort of squeal and inhale each time Jeff rammed her. Jeff's breath was deep and harsh in his throat. And they weren't even going to stop after she had come in on them. That was so inconsiderate!

What Robin couldn't understand is how this girl could let Jeff screw her this way. Did she think Jeff cared? Didn't she know that he was only looking for a chance to get between her legs? Well now she was finding out. Jeff didn't even give them the time to take off their clothes before he was trying to stuff his dog in them. How did she like doing it with her shoes on, right out where anybody could walk in?

The thing was, though, this girl really seemed to like what Jeff was doing to her. Robin leaned her ear to the door. "Oh, my! I get so wet when you pull on my tits that way." the slut was saying. "Fuck me harder. You're so big and thick in my hole. Make me come, Jeff." It was so disgusting!

Jeff must be really working now. Robin could hear his bare feet on the floor of the kitchenette. "Oh baby, you're sweating," she was saying. She sounded happy. "Sweat, baby. Get it all over me." Robin couldn't imagine it. Big drips of stinky sweat falling down on her stomach as the man grunted and rammed his big thing inside her! He would never hear her beg for it this way.

Robin was glad she wasn't Jeff's type, whatever that was. Every week he was doing it with a different slutty-looking girl. They were all sluts. She wondered why Jeff hadn't ever come on to her if he was that horny all the time. Was it because her boobs were too big? She leaned back against the wall of the hallway and slid her hand up over her black sweater. Her boobs were tight and itching inside her bra and she could feel the hard bumps of her nipples all the way through the cups. Robin was glad Jeff wasn't a tit-man or else she'd always be fighting him off. Because one thing she had a lot of was tits.

She moved back from the door to where she could see herself in the full-length mirror. She thought she looked classy in the checkered pattern wool skirt and black sweater she had picked out. The guys would still all be crazy to pick her up but they would be able to tell that she had some kind of taste before they tried their dirty tricks on her.

Robin rubbed her hands back down over her tight sweater and smoothed her skirt down her legs. She knew that they would be bumping into her, trying to grab her ass and put the squeeze on her boobs. But only if they were cute. Otherwise...Robin cocked her arm and pointed her elbow into the space underneath an imaginary nerd's ribs. Only first she might give him a little treat. In the mirror Robin rolled one hip sensuously beneath her hand while she flashed a sly smile over her shoulder. He would think he had her made, then.

Robin limbo-bimboed her knees apart, tipping her pelvis backward. What would the guy think as the split in the side of her skirt began to spread open along her thigh? She gathered the material in her hands, drawing the hem upward slowly and enticingly. The slipperiness of her slip next to the rough scratchy wool skirt. It tickled and she raised it even more until finally he would be able to see the outline of her plump pussy underneath her panties. But that would be all he would get.

There was a clash and a crash as the blonde knocked something off the counter in the kitchen. By now she would have her legs as far open as she could get them, straightening and bending her knees as she kicked the air in helpless pleasure. Robin tugged the moist white nylon of her panties over against one leg until her naked slit was exposed, deep crinkled flesh surrounded by dark kinky hair. Touch it. I dare you, you bastard!

In the mirror, Robin's image was acting even more slutty than the slut in the other room was. She began by prodding her little button angrily, poking it around until it began to swell and turn purple, and then finally fingering right down into her hole and sliding apart her lips and then touching it again and again.

She thought about the look she had seen on the woman's face as she was being screwed. The bimbo's mouth was all open and twisted and lopsided. It was so sickening the way she couldn't even control herself. Robin watched in the mirror as she curled her own lips open experimentally. Jeff must have really been rodding her to make her squeal that way. It was a look that flashed between surprise and pain and anticipation. How could a woman let herself go that way?

Robin knew that the stud that finally got into her would have to prove he deserved it. And by the time he had he would know that she was no average piece of tail. She leaned back against the wall and raised one foot off the floor as she dropped her panties, squeezing her thigh over and squeezing two wet fingers together in the opening of her cunt. If it was Jeff it would be a long time before he forgot the way she fucked his big boner. She would be rolling him around from side to side at first, just putting the edge on him before she curled up and let his thick penis slide all the way down into her hole.

In the other room the lower cupboards were springing their latches as Jeff's girlfriend kicked her skirt off too. He would have his hand beneath her back, her ass pulled forward to the edge of the countertop so that he could ram his whole meaty purple length up into it. "God Karen! I love fucking your sweet twat!" he was gasping. Robin's two fingers were stabbing and swirling her clit urgently.

By now Robin had slid her back down the wall opposite the mirror. Her knees were wobbling way apart, her cunt wide open to her eyes and to her frigging fingers. She was doing everything she could to pretend there was a dick between her legs, dragging her puss around by the hair, spreading the slippery pink skin, pounding her hand upward until her knuckles stunk with love juice.

Robin's neck pouched underneath her chin as she looked gloatingly down through the space between her shaking tits. She could imagine the look of surprise he'd slowly get as she smooth stroked him. Who was Fucking Who, Now, Jeff? "I've never been this hard before!" he'd be saying as she clamped him in velvet fingers and then drew him out. She could almost feel his penis swelling big and long in her cunt.

What did these dumb blondes have that Robin couldn't show him? Robin could hear her rolling her rear-end all over the counter as she screwed her turned-out hips into Jeff's motion. "Uhh, Yeah! Squeeze them!" she was crying. Frantically Robin undid her bra and pressed a breast upward until she could taste and bite the hardened nipple.

The blonde girl named Karen would still have her head back against the cupboards. Robin could taste the tang as the woman's tongue ran through the half-circle opening of their handles. Her eyes would be closed now, her breathing coming even faster than the swift strokes Jeff was boning home. Jeff was coming too, Robin realized. He was hopping all over the stupid room as he struggled to hold back his coming load. But she wasn't ready yet!

Robin heard Karen begin to wail softly, and then moan with deep passion. Cum was spurting into her warm clam, juicing it up for Jeff's final desperate plunge. If only it was her! She wanted to reach under and jerk Jeff's balls tight as he pumped them high and dry into her.

Robin slid the rest of the way down to the floor, frantically splaying her legs open and rubbing her button crazy against her jamming hand. It was as big as a hot marble, sweet and wet as a slick cherry pit, and she closed her eyes and let the feelings grow into an impulse that clenched her thighs together over and over again in spastic wanton wanting.

Robin knew the door would open, but she didn't care any more. "My tits," she groaned, "squeeze them!" The door cracked open, but she couldn't stop. She could see Jeff's shoulder through the opening--No, she realized suddenly as the blonde backed into the hallway--it was her. "I'll be right back," she was calling back to Jeff.

Robin sobbed with terror as she realized how she must look. The blonde turned around, wide-eyed with surprise as she took in the scene of a strange woman spread out on the carpet with her cute clothes pushed up, her fingers buried in her twat. "I...I"

Karen's pretty face changed from puzzlement to understanding, her mouth curving into a near smile as she bit down over her lower lip. Before Robin could begin to do anything, the blonde had turned and was pulling the door carefully shut behind her. Her butt was dimpled and criss-crossed with red lines from the grouted countertop. It jiggled and stretched as she turned back and knelt down beside Robin.

Robin realized that her hand was still in slow motion, caressing her clit and running and diving down deep into her hot slit. Karen's eyes dipped down. "I can do that," she said. She crawled closer, pushed her palm lightly against the inside of Robin's knee. "My name is Karen," she said softly.

Robin wanted to die as she felt Karen's hair brush her skin. "Oh No, Please Don't..." she begged. It was so embarassing! Karen's soft face nestled up between her thighs and Robin could feel the hot huff of breath against her hand as her fingers were kissed away.

Karen's tongue began to slither and slide along Robin's slit as she ate hair pie. Robin couldn't believe it! Licking and slobbering all over down there. She didn't think anything so dirty could be happening to her.

Karen was turning her head from side-to-side, widening Robin's opening and stretching the skin away from her fat clit. Robin moaned as Karen's lips swiveled around it. How could she know what to do so well? It was so unnatural!

"Nooo!" Robin protested. This wasn't the way she wanted it to be! She needed a fucking dick, hard and bad. "Nooo. Harder!" Karen began to face-fuck Robin, bumping and rutting her cheeks against Robin's bushy, spread-wide cunt, sucking and frenching her with her whole mouth.

Robin's legs went straight with pleasure. It was like, so weird and it felt so good. "Ahhh," she breathed, "Oh Jeez!" Karen was building up a motion and it was driving Robin crazy, like, she really couldn't stand it.

Robin couldn't believe that this was happening. Karen had tilted her sideways, and in the mirror she could see everything. The blonde's red lips were spread in a wide, deep kiss, her cheeks churning as she slimed and battered Robin's fleshy ruffle with her hot curved tongue. She was on her knees with her head down and her ass raised, and in the mirror Robin could see the back end of her little pouch wagging in the air.

There was something Robin just had to do. "Let me...Let me kiss your ass," she stuttered, reaching out and trying to make Karen turn around. How was she going to tell Jeff that she had become a lesbian instead? Robin watched with horror and excitement as his girlfriend turned and lifted her leg, splitting her blonde beaver and pushing it insistently into her face.

Karen's cunt up close was like a whole new world for Robin, hot and humid and stinking. A channel of cream-white hairless skin grooved down from her asshole and then crinkled and swelled into the opening of her purple twat. Robin didn't know what to do next, so Karen was giving her a tour of the town, rubbing her rump back and slathering her moist slit all the way up Robin's face. It smelled so bad! Robin was almost choking from the mixed musky odor of sex and sweat. Karen's damp kinky hair scrubbed roughly across her cheeks.

She knew that the sweet, salt-dough taste in her mouth was the last traces of Jeff's cum-load. His thick dick had levered and stretched Karen's hole open wide, and now the gooey semen was drooling out and smearing across Robin's face as the blonde bore down. She was sucking it and licking it up as fast as she could.

It was like getting stuck in a sex machine. You couldn't tell which end was up. All Robin knew was that everything she did to Karen Karen was doing to her, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do. Karen's clit was like chewy candy, throbbing and heating up between her eager lips. The more she ate the more she was still hungry.

Now Robin knew what it was that boys wanted but couldn't ever get. She loved the smooth soft shape of Karen's body straddled across her own, the way that Karen's boobs squished flat against her stomach as the two of them double-humped together. If she was Jeff she would be going nuts trying to cram it in this close, but there was no way it could feel this good for him.

If Jeff were there he'd be sticking straight up from the sight of these two bitches doing the sixty-nine. Robin knew what she would do if she were a man. She'd be on her knees behind Karen and raising the blonde's ass up to dick level and then ramming it in all the way up to her balls. Because Karen's cunt was so juicy and fuckable, so tight and so loose. Robin could feel what it would be like to have it sliding and slurping along her big dong. She would almost be too big for Karen, at least ten inches long and as thick and hard as a ripe red salami, and the girl would be begging her, just begging her to stop, only don't stop, first to make her cum.

Karen was ahead in the cunt-race, but she was crossing the line only a few hairs sooner than Robin. She was walking her knees wide to get her hot pussy down closer to Robin's mobile mouth, kicking her feet free in the air behind her as she came. Robin was trapped helplessly in the sucking space between Karen's thighs as the sex shocks began to shake her body, and then she could feel it too.

"Uhh. wahh! uhh. WAHH!" The sounds they were making were joining into the same song. Robin could feel it buzz and fuzz deep inside her belly, getting stronger and more desperate. "Haa, haa, Haa, haa!" She was right up cheek to cheek with the girl, her nose buried deep in Karen's muffling twat. OHHH! AHHH! Everything began to spin as both of them came almost at the same time, clutching and clenching their knees around each other.

Now that was a cum! Robin smiled slow and long as she lay her shoulders back down to the floor, her face smeared and sticky with sex. She couldn't help laughing as she looked up at Karen's raw, swollen snatch spread out over her. "Nice to meet you, Karen," she said. "My name is Robin." What was she going to tell Jeff?

The Big Caboose

2006-10-25T07:40:00.000-07:00

Copyright, 2006 Peter S. Baring

When she spot the bus the fat lady be at the far side of the parking lot. Will watchin harder and harder as she get closer. She trying she best to run, but every time she start to pick up speed the weight of she body slingin side to side be pulling her off balance. Will's mouth wateren as she hurry towardim. She enormous boobs been set free. They swingen and diven underneath a silver satin blouse.

Will steppen over to the bus and rap a knuckle against the thick glass door. "Hey. You gots a runner," he say, pointen. She still hauling she big ass as fast as she can. Only now when the dude be watchen she try to cut across the rows of angle parked cars an gettin it stuck between one of them volvos.

"Hah. Uh-hah, hah." She gaspen with effort and frustration when she finally getten there. She bent over with she hands on her knees to try to catch her breath and her tongue be hangin out, raw pink against the black skin of her face. She gots good proportions to him. She about five feet tall an she butts about half of her. Way she standen be leverin it inna air at him. She wearin a tight skirt that belts around a little waist before it spread far and wide to cover her behind. Then her legs is normal sized too. They narrow down out of the bottom into dainty high-heeled feet.

"I try to make him wait," Will say. The bus pull out into traffic and then stop right away for a red light. He see the driver looking back in the outside mirror. "What a jerk."

She still huffin, but she starts to catch her breath. She turnen toward him. "Thank you very much for trying." She setten down the two department store shopping bags and now she straighten up, feelen he presence there. Only the two of them is left at the bus stop. Will watchen with wonder as two splatteren circlestains spreaden across the front of she blouse. He can't keep his eyes off them, can't hide how horny they maken him, can't keep from bein embarass as he see that she see him looking. "Oh my goodness!" she say, "All this running is making my nipples sweat."

The weight of her swinging jugs is pull the tail of her blouse out from under the top of the skirt. "Can I ask you for a favor? She twistin one of she mams sideway so she can see as far as she waist. She stop like that, biten she big lip an looken atim out the corner of she eye. "Would you help me tuck my shirt back in?" Will think he might. He comen over an doin what she show him.

"Have I got something that you want?" He close up toher and the heat come in waves off her black body as she whisper. She do. She gots a big sexy ass and she rubbenwiggle it against he as she turn it his way. She gots strong fine thighs that runs clean up under to her steaming hair pot, like she churning up the smell of cooze withem. She talkin wither tits, pop'n'jiggle unner she silver shirt. They goan be milkin innis hands as he milikin inta-er. Splash her waterbed buns with he bumpin an he slidin an disappearinen inta-er runway. "Pend exactly what you gots an how good it work." he say. He dry inna mouth, wanna jumper ass right now. "Man gots requirements, see."

She loosenin she skirt an looken atim over she shoulder. "Push it way down there, would you, please?" She mean her blouse. Will hold on to the bottom of the shiny shirt and slip his hand far down she ass as he be able to reach. It be soft an bouncy. One side move while a other stay still.

"I always tuck it into the top of my panties?" She asken him a question like what taken you so long but she purple lips is push out an spread like she kissen. She enjoyen he feelen an foolin around down there. He goin around the world in eighty days, cover she smooth skin miles with he hand. He fingers be pryin she butts apart, still goin. She lookin puzzle. "I'm certain that I did remember to put on my underthings this morning," she say.

Will like how she speak so correck. She be talken all the time wonderen where she pants is gone. "Sometimes they do tend to slip down a little ways," she say when she want him to too.

He down she skirt almost to he elbow. She lettin go of it and leanen forward with she hands on the bus stop bench. She stand on she head if she can get he fingers in she fat pussy, but he arm allalong she crack and still not hitten hair.

How it look when they drive by? Man tearin up the cushion lookin for he car keys inna fat lady couch. They not hearin she beg for she upholstry clean.

She bumpin she hip up against he poundinfightin dick where it fightinpoundin in he pants, turnis clock to twelve an pullinout his alarm. "Goodness gracious," she say, "I believe you're showing signs of sexual arousal." She laughing cause she lookin straight back innis eyes an seein he desire. She scratchiner fingernail across he jeans and givenim a pinch onis head. She gots long nails an she paintem silver-white to match she shirt.

Will be borrowen some change when the next bus come, only by then he have a deal with she. She stoppen and giggle when she halfway up the stairs. Will just be gettin on and not seein. He got hold of she shopping bags in both hands, lookin down so he not trip. All of a sudden he steppen up and bump he face right into the groove of she butt. "Oh excuse me!" she say, all innocent. Like she never do this before, like she not wagglen it in he nose alla time she pretenden to look in she purse for the fare she already have in her hand. Will grin and set the bags down on the platform. He reach up the bottom of she short skirt and get his hands between she big jigglin thighs. "Excuse me!" she call out. "Does anybody on this coach have change for a twenty dollar bill?"

Will be talken in she ear after she set she sweet self down. She take up the whole aisle as she move her rear to the rear of the bus. Then she squeeze in to the last of the double seats and Will slide into the corner behind she. She skinny knees an big black thighs she can't get cover up. Will lean over to look. "Scuse me mamm," he say. "Scuse me, but you legs is showen, mamm." She start fussing with she skirt to tug it down under but that be maken she jugs jiggle from side to side. "Careful," Will tell her, "You be tippin the bus." He already rock hard just from watchen she squirm. "You know what people thinken about ladies what be letten they legs show." She keep looken straight but she smiling. "They thinken them ladies want to open they legs up. They catch on how dirty the lady really be." He tell she how he handle her and she smile even more. Now he know she secret he going set that stuff free, getem go and then pullem nipples to stop em. Sometime it work and sometime it not. Sometime she come right then. But it worth a try.

Will tell her how he want to set her legs. Gettem up inna air an roller back. Put his hand on she knees and spread she stuff apart. "Gots a thing about seein what I fuck." She blush when she hear that word and stiffen up. Will stiff too. "I really don't think there's any call for that sort of language," she say.

By now they steam is gettin the other passengers heat up. Will is leanen over the back of she seat and squeezin one of she tits. Some of em is turn around to watch an others is tryin not to see. Now he kissen she neck and put both arms over, bump em together. "What sort of language do that be?" he ask.

He loviner rollin ass as she leadin him inna door of she apartment. She high heels hitchin she skirt upper legs, leadinim back to she bedroom an wampin it side to side.

She lettinim havin it all when they gettin inner room. She be stickiner juicyfruit in he mouth, be smushin she tits onim. He poppen open the front of she silver blouse, pushen the curtains to the sides and unloaden her goods to where she's naked on top. She naked purple-brown boobs, she big dark buttons he pinch and press.

"Watch this, William," she say. "I think you'll like this part of the program." She start bouncin she big bags up inner hands, liften and seperatenem and mushinem together and rollinem aroun. She showenem off, stand up high and jugglestretchin she nubbies tois chin.

"Would you like to kiss them?" She want him to so bad she almost beggin. Would he like to suck on she hot nipples? She knowen before she asken. He start licken an flicken she salty snacks as she pushem at him. He back up an sit down an enjoy it. She feedin he face with flesh, leadin him up tit-valley an slappen he cheeks with she soft skin. Will breathen in she chesty smell.

She all-star big-ass baby. He tryen to get a holt around she ass but he arms too short. Yes, she be haulen a big caboose behind she sweet soul train. Will reach for the zipper at the side of she skirt. Surprise she stop im. She hold his hand with both of hers, lookim deep. She brown eyes wide and wishful. "My name is Rosalie, William," she say. He see she serious and stop an kiss she face soft. "I call you my Rosie," he promise.

"I love it when a man undresses me!" Rosie say. She all smilen again. "It's like you're opening me up bit by bit. It's like you're setting my spirit free." She helpen Will skin she skirt off around she hips and let it fall to the floor around she feet. Now she standen before him in she shoes and shirt and stockings.

She nylons is grey and shiny to match she silver blouse. The light color stretch tight on she big fat legs all the way up to she black hairy puss. The more Will be offered the better he like it, an Rosie's butt an legs is so huge she gots on two pair of pantyhose to cover she stuff. The empty parts is tied up into a knot between she legs.

"Where those panties?" Will tease. "thought you tuck you shirt in em." He laugh as Rosie pull one of she tits to the side to look and reach past she bulging stomach to feel. "Oh my goodness! I'm so embarassed. I must have forgotten to put them on this morning. What can those people on the bus be thinking? They must think I'm the kind of lady that only wants to get, to get..."

"To get fuck with a hot hard dick is what they thinkin," Will say. Rosie look dismayed. "I'm so embarassed!" she say. She curling she middle finger into she crack. "Could I just borrow your underpants, then?" She rubben she hand around thoughtfully. "You seem like a gentleman who would help out a lady in distress."

"Oh I is. I definitely is." Will undo his belt and open the front of he jeans. She eyes hungry to see what kind of gentleman be inside he fruit-of-the-looms. Will peel em off and handem to she. He big black dog stand up an bark. She wanten to pet him but she afraid he bite.

"Thank you, kind sir." Rosie bend over an step one high-heel foot into Will's white underpants. She butt shaken real good to him as she pullem up over she legs. She tits hangen and bouncin against she own knees and she start crammen they into he underpants too. But she be needen X-tra large for that. Soon as she get one in the other one be floppen out. Rosie look up out of the top of she eyes at Will, laughin. "Am I doing something wrong here?"

Will never think when he put his shorts on that morning that he be putten tits in em that afternoon. He never have so much fun putten he underpants on. Pull the waist up over the right one and hold it hard as he can when he try to squish the udderun in but the fucker keep escapen. "Oh! Oh no!" Rosie playen along. "Hold it tight, Will. Squeeze it. Now push them together. Oh! Oh! Squeeze them together."

Will give Rosie the snuggies. He stand behind she and pull the underpants up until they won't stretch no more, snap em blue and gold stripes across she chest. He probably never be able to keep em on again. Rosie gruntin from bein bend over but she dig it. She boosten back up to him and he dick slip in natural between she rollin buns, riden down into she warm crack.

Will still not touchen bottom when he all the way into Rosie's bottom. He feelen the need to flatten she out again. She just got too much for him and he hungry for hole. He coaxin she back upright and kisser. Rosie know how to have fun with fuck. She cheeks tight on him as she turn, twist he tool slow from side to side.

This Rosie is kind of a nut. She already sort of breathin hard and they only just gettin started. She turn away, she chin up and she eyes close, and Will stroke she throat with one hand while he pull down, slap around she big brown boobs. She standin straight, rockin in place, with she tongue sticken out of she mouth.

"Okay, baby, we be going for a walk now." Will start shuffling Rosie to she bedroom with he underpants still stretch open between she legs. "Oh, Rosie. You gots a sexy walk."

Rosie lay down on she bed and pull she knees up in the air to give him a show. One of she shoes hang off she wiggling foot. The other one clunk on the floor. Will take the underpants and throwem in the corner, move into she space. He pullen the silver skin down off she hot black legs.

Rosie curl up, roll forward, reach out. She arms all the way straight as she two-fist he hard dick. She want it so bad. She want to rub he head against she clit, she say. She squeeze and squeeze as she talk to Will's dick. That how we make you hard, she say to it. She jackin and pumpen. That how we get the juice up in you, she say. She pullen he hairy skin balls halfway up he rod. She want all of it. She want every inch of it. She want every drop of he.

Will holdin Rosie's ankles out straight as she worship she God. She legs quaken and shaken with the strain and the pain but she hold on. She have maken he dick a foot long. It thick as a club. Now she have to try to keep him away, which she can't. He up on top of she and pin she arms up above her head.

This girl come to fuck. She brown eyes go wide as he slide in inch by inch. She start movin and cryin the second he all the way up. "Oh that feels so good, William. Your penis is so big and hot. Oh. Oh. OH. Oh, you make my vagina feel so shaky and beautiful when you do that. Oh, please. More." They hit speed quick. He strokes already maken she tits jump and fall an she whimper about she breasts and nipples.

Rosie wants to take her man after her wherever her man make her go. She get she hands behind him, helping Will plow she groove, pulling she slit wide. "Can you feel my lips around your penis? They're so tight and it's so slippery. Doesn't it feel good?"

At first they slammen straight and hard but then Will see Rosie tryin to bounce she ass each time. He cram in deep and hold it there to where he can feel what she up to. She twisten she cunt around on he. Like she tryen to jump up to the kitchen ceiling and screw in a lightbulb, got her switch turn on already. "You just gots to have patients, Rosie. We get there. We get there."

Rosie rollen high and loose on she big rear-end. It like she bunch up all the covers and pillows underneath she. Will fucken a little uphill. It leverin he dong down to where it stick out straight from he stomach. He dick pretendin it not even hard yet but it stiff as steel. Will have to stand on he toes to deliver.

A man like it when his work be appreciated. Rosie clappin an cheerin an whistlin an stampin in the stands. She so beautiful he want to fuck her, but he already fuckin her silly. He reach up and put the pull on she tits and she start squealin like bagpipes as he squeeze and stroke. Gotta get up on she. Sweat breakin on he back as he lift his knee onto the bed. He goin sideways in a skid, whippen the wheel to straighten out an overcorreck it.

Wonder how happy you can get before you cum, you come fuck Rosie. Each time Will think he ready to spit she do something with he balls to hold him back in. She jigglin them ping-pongs til they dangle long and then twist em which way and back. "You just have to be patient, honey. Oh, William, let me feel you in me a little longer!" Will workin straight down now.

Fact is, Will wonderin if it ever going to stop. Harder he fuck her the more Rosie seem to want he. But finally he hear her breath start growling rough in she throat. She panten in he ear and kickin she legs around him. "He's making me come! Will, William. I think I'm going to have an orgasm. Oh, Lord! Oh Lord!" She squeezin he balls now so that he can't pull away when he feel she finger tickle back to he butthole an poke inside.

No one ever do that to Will before. It's like she stick she finger right down inside he cock. It swell up double-hard, take him there like a shotgun. "AHHH. FUCK!" He jerk and jerk as she go in up to the knuckle an pull the trigger. Last thing he see is Rosie smilen with she eyes close as he explode in cum. Then everything go black and he swimmen in a dark cave of pleasure that never seem to end.

Will and Rosie gettin it on that whole day. Rosie show he two new ways to do the fatty-fuck. She an amazin woman no matter which way she ass be pointen. She love to screw, that perfeckly clear. She know every method to get it up an she employ them on Will. She buffin he black boner with she boobs, battin he balls against he butt. And she only just starten the alphabet. She love to talk about it an even though she ain't willin to talk dirty she doin it real dirty to him. Raise him up full and take him down inch by inch until he glad to have the chance to get he nose down in she cummy cunt, which be what she really dig. "Lick it Will. Lick my clitoris. Please. Oh, you can't know how good it feels when you do that! Oh, it's so hot and hard."

Finally Rosie let Will lay. She crawl out of bed and get dress again. "Goodness! Look at the time! It's nearly five and there's a meeting at the church that I really must attend." She look down at him fond like. "You can let yourself out all right, can't you, sweetheart? Or wait." She hesitate, then smile wide. "Would you care to stay for dinner? My daughter and I would love to have you. I could stop at the market on my way back. Do you like lamb chops?"

Will say he like lamb. He be glad to stay. Rosie smile sexy again and promise him a special dessert. "If my daughter comes home just introduce yourself and tell her I've invited you to eat. I'll be back around seven."

Now that that settled Will sit up and watch Rosie dress. This time she open up a drawer and get out her underpants. She wink at Will as she pull them up she legs and stretch them tight over she enormous ass. "We better not let my things cool down while I'm gone, had we?" She turn around to him an give she basketballs a shake. In he mind Will dribblem down fast break, cuttin three steps in the air and then lay she up. He pull the blanket over his dick quick so she don't see she make it hard again. He need some rest. He need to not think about squeezing she nips in between he fingers as he watch she pack she hooters in. He need to not think about how she milk him so careful until he balls is just achen deep inside. Finally she finish and come lean over to kiss him. "Bye, Lover," she say.

Sure enough, Rosie only gone fifteen minutes before Will hear the door open and someone come in. He roll out of bed and pull on he pants, realizen suddenly that he been caught red-assed. The whole room stinkin and sweaty. The mattress pad been ripped off an thrown on the floor. An here he is with no shirt, no shoes, no service. Rosie's daughter be standin by the front door when Will come out of the bedroom. She turning her head around suspicious, sniffin the air. "Mamma??" she call. She jump when she first see him but then slouch back down as she realize he half-naked. "Where my mamma?"

"She have to go out for a little while," Will reply. "She go to the market to buy some things for dinner. You must be Do-ree. My name Will. She be back soon."

Rosie haven't told him she daughter were beautiful. Do-ree the perfect package. Sweet sixteen. She what she mom were before she butt grow into a two-car garage. She get hers in a pair of light blue pants with roses pattern on em. Not enough room to slip a dollar bill into she pockets in back an outlining she cuntbump in front. She so tight she tough for a man to get into, but worth tryinit.

Will wonder what race of cock she momma were screwing. Do-ree have that half-breed caramel color. She eyes is gold and sharp-cornered like chinese. But the rest of she face come from Africa all right. She got them turn-out kissen lips.

"My name Will," Will try again. She just standin there an looken he over. Finally she push the door shut and come in the front room, sit down on the couch. She poke through she purse until she find she lighter. She fire up she smoke and lean back before she reply. "Will, huh? What for dinner, Will?"

"She say she gonna cook lamb chops."

"Figure." Do-ree hand Will this fat old joint. "You smoke weed?" she ask him. He puff on it, pretending to breathe in, and hand it back. "More for me," she shrug. She don't give it to him again.

It don't take long at all for the weed to work. Do-ree still be watchin Will, but she slanty eyes is gone half-close. She startin to get happier. She show off. She take a big drag off the joint and suck the smoke up into she nose from she mouth. "Call me Miz Moustache," she say to him. She chuckling at she own joke, relaxen now.

Will like the natural way Do-ree handle she self when she high. She spread out in the corner of the couch and scrunch down into the pillows, with she arms and legs all apart. She see him looken. "Call me Miz Young Stuff," she say at him. "You Fuck my Momma. You prolly wanna Fuck this young stuff if she give you a chance."

"Might." Will watch and let Do-ree come on to him she self. This fish be good as hook, but she got some play in she first. "You be Dickin my Momma, you put it in any Hole you find, ain't you?" Do-ree's big lips is curl up in scorn and she hiss smoke through she teeth. She is running she hand along the inside of she legs. Like she getting into the idea of wrapping he betweenem.

"Ain't seen but one hole so far," Will say, "an it be just blowen smoke." He mean she mouth. "You Mom a good woman."

"She not as good as I is." Do-ree brag. "I gets PAID to do the Wild Thing!" Do-ree make up she mind. She roll over on the couch toward Will to where she's restin on one elbow right next to he. She still tokin, holding the joint in she mouth as she reach for he buttons. Will already hard. He feel the line of cold buttons as she pop them open down his cock and he come out into the air.

"You a ready freddy ain't you," Do-ree observe. "No underpants or nothin. Do he get high?" She puff a hot cloud down along the length of him, make him twitch. "He smoke up, all right. We get him really loaded, then."

"KisserSuckerLickerMister?" Do-ree a sly little bitch. She might be as horny as Rosie but she as bad as she mom is good. She greedy gloatin over Will's hard dick, runnin she hand up and down it, always lookin at him to see how she blow he cool. All she care about is what she can make him do.

With a young girl like Do-ree you get the feelin there's even more to come. Now she be still playen with dolls only she toys is a man's cock and balls. But she ain't no baby. Will see she grown-up tits movin in that little stripy t-shirt as she do the job.

Do-ree have pull Will's pants half down he butt and she tryen every way she think of to fit him in she mouth. It don't go in sideways. She mouth like a bun for his hot dog. He feel she wet tongue move as she smooch she face along it. The second time she come up he try to turn an poke it in but it seem like she not ready to do that yet.

What get Will off is that he just get done fuckin this chick's mom. Do-ree do anything if it prove she as good. So far she suckin up to par, but she can use a little encouragement. "Put it in you whole head like you Mama do, Do-ree."

Do-ree's stone eyes gets sharp and hard when she hear him say that but then she stop and laugh a nasty laugh when she realize what he doin. She bend back to it and spit a big gob on he cockhead then follow it down slow with she mouth. She looken at Will from the top of she eyes as she take it deeper an deeper. She show him something she Mama can't do. Do-ree eating hair soon. She leaning forward on she hands and rotate. Will feel the squeeze as she big nigger lips turns around the base of he.

Up till now Will haven't touch Do-ree at all except for he dick in she mouth. Now he reach out to where he hand rest light on the back of she neck and gently guide she moves. "Ahhh, Do-ree." he say. "You do be sucken good." She hair be rubbin rough on he hand as she turnantwist she head around he throbbin pole. She skin damp with work and he feel she breath snort out of she nose and blow off he tense up stomach. "You Mamma not suck like this in a million years." Will feel Do-ree wiggle in he hand as he give she the praise. The girl as hungry for it as he are for she sweet young ass.

Will get the urge to feel Do-ree's titties. They hang free in she shirt as she sucken him, swingen right into he grip. She fruits is firmer an littler than she ma's, but they is still class A. "Miz Young Stuff is right," he say. She nipples is tiny hots through she stretchy shirt. "Get you sweet self up here, Do-ree." He dick be sad when she come off of it. But she console him quick as soon as she pull she stripes off over she head.

Do-ree so beautiful. She laugh when she see how much he like she naked golden skin. She put she hands behind she head an show she boobs off to Will. They bounce against theyselfs as she turn slow from side to side. He balls jump how she brown circles come together and then spread away. He have to have she an she eager to please. "Bets you wants to see the rest of me, doesn't you?" Will just nod he head.

Do-ree go slow in peelen off she tight jeans. She only undo the top two buttons then try an drag them down past she hips. "Shit. Now I stuck." Do-ree kind of bend over and poke it at him. She blue pants is squeezen she cheeks out, diggin into em. She shaken and ripplin as she try to see-saw she waistband down to she knees and it gettin she tits to swing too.

Will take over. He pull she pants back up and them stroke them down gentle again. She fine bottom smooth and warm in he hands. He kissen she belly button, sit she down, guide she girly legs apart. Now that she naked she suddenly gone embarassed. Do-ree blush and laugh nervous as he rod poke open she hair pie. They face to face now and he talk low. "Don't worry, Do-ree. I fuck you nice and slow."

"I ain't worry," she say sarcastic.

Will love everything about she--even she little bit of hate of him. He think he fallen in love. Do-ree have she eyes close most of the time as she feel he steady rythym but she open em as he bend down to kiss she. She turn she face away. Like why you wanna bother me at a time like this. But Will pinch she face and pull her to him and pretty soon she tongue is dancin, dainty and wet alongside he own. She mouth tangy and tasty like meat and smoke from both kinds of joint that she been suckin on.

As young as she be it prolly not long since Do-ree first touch she self for fun. That be the time she first find out why she mamma always doin that stuff. Will feel she fingers swirling she slit down there. She poochen it open and rubbin it back along he organ. "See," he say, "You like it slow. I can tell. Now lets get you goin fast."

After he have gotten lost in Rosie's Grand Canyon, Will love she daughter's tight cunt. He bull swagger into that china shop and polish every piece until it gleam. Do-ree moan and clamp around he each time he slide up to she display cases. He have got she legs split east and west and he up on he knees between em rockin it into she hot spot.

He hands is guidin they pleasure. He draw she friggin fingers up over she head until he have her with she arms up over she head, he weight on she wrists and she tits squishing under he fuckin body. She armpits smooth and shaved and he turn and take in the stinky sexy smell, snortin it right up between he eyes. "Hey. Hey. What the fuck you doin?" she giggle. He can't resist she aroma. Now he lickin it up an she start to jerk and thrash around laughin. "Stop. Stop. Stop!"

"I can't stop, babygirl," he say, "You driven me crazy." He laughin as she cunt jerk and twitch around he slow rammin pole. She boob goin shaky against he face until he slide up and bite on she nipple to hold it still. The little button hot and chewy fleshy. It swellen up as Will pull and suck and stretch it out. Do-ree not laughin she cryin and beggin that he do she other one, so he do it.

The look of her face. Will like to watchem cum. He look up at she face from underneath she little round chin. She bitin she smile close, suck on she lip. She nose holes stretch out with she heavy breathing. "Oh no. It happening." She say suddenly. "WAHH!" She slanty eyes wide. "It happening again."

Will makin sure he maken it happen. He gather she up and fuck she to him hard. She ass all jumpin around as she respond. "WAAH!" She cry like he killen she kittens. But she be the kitten that killen he. Do-ree sink she claws inta he shoulders. She uncross she legs behind he an kick she cunt tight as a fist. She can't screw him in deeper so she goin beat him in.

Do-ree likely to go off the couch an fuck in mid-air. She forget where she are an who she are only what she want. She goin totally nasty on him, squealin like both pigs caught under she fence as she cum. It happenin for him at almost the same time. He joint grow twice as long an thick, start jerkin an twitchen as he swing the stroke. He try to hold on, keep goin, but he losin it. When the gun go off it like it splatter he brains against the far wall. Now she want he juice an she pumpin an churnen Will's dick until she get every drop of it.

Will gettin off on seein how she young face have changed. She pleasure crumple she up and then smooth she out. She go loose an slow beneath he. Will laugh an start to bend down for a kiss when he suddenly realize she go stiff an look back over his shoulder. "Mama!" she say. "Oh no!" She trying to push him away. That be when Will finally sense the presence of Rosie behind him and turn around.

Do-ree attemptin to pretend she not knowen he. She tryin to cover sheself up with she hands while she mother look on real smug. Big fat Rosie close enough to the couch where they screw to touch em and she been watchen for some time. She set down she sack of groceries.

"William. I'm disappointed in you. In both of you, Do-ree. I haven't even had a chance to cook you your dinner and I come back to find out you already had your dessert!"