secret hiding place between the two mattresses on which she slept, a storehouse of sex appliances. There, right under the place where she was sprawled out, were several cock tease tools, cunt device rubbers, etc. She had just the thing she needed right now. It was a sculpted pecker the size of a shoe. The head of it was thick and made to order for belly masturbating. It was to be used specifically when the woman laid on her stomach.
Sharon lifted the thing out from between the mattresses and stroked it down along the backs of her legs. She slipped it into her clit container from the back, as it was meant to be applied. The cock device worked its way slowly into her pussy. It was self-lubricating and therefore among the easiest of all the tools to use. 'Oh, Jesus,' she grunted to herself as the tool slid toward home, 'I can't believe that they honestly thought I wouldn't play with myself anymore.' She rubbed the mechanical pecker into her cunt. 'My gushing gash will be the proof of who's right and who's wrong about this issue!'
She rocked her hips up and down, and thereby took on more and more of the synthetic penis. She got most of it into her pussy. Then she began to juice. Along with the secretion of her naturally pleasant smelling ooze came the sensation of other-worldliness. And from then on, she felt like she was in heaven, a celestial spirit floating about the universe like a space-baby made to fly the night skies and vacuums. She worked her way into an hallucinatory state of zesty lust. 'Mmmm, good,' she hummed. 'This shall be nice!'
She let her mind drift. Her imagination brought up the image of an erotically stimulating male parading before her. He was in chains and his wrists were manacled behind his back. He was chained around the naked waist to the man in front of him as well as to the man behind him. They were lined up for an elephant walk, all of them nude, all of them brought to her attention to make her hot and sexy. She was some sort of queen and these were her subjects, some of them willing, some of them slaves. She picked out one with big strong muscles, shiney skin, keen eyes. 'That one,' she said. 'Bring him to me.'
He was undone, let free, and he bowed down before her. 'I am your sex slave,' he said simply. 'What can I do for you, Sharon Pettibone?'
Sharon smiled and spread her comely loins. 'You can eat out my hole, slave,' she said. 'Get to it.'
He bowed down between her two smooth tanned thighs. He raised his head just slightly so that he could look into her deliciously fresh hole. He saw that the lips were spread, the hair curly, the fluid oozing. He liked the looks of the queen's nice slit. 'I'll eat you, Sharon, just as you like.' He rubbed his tongue up and down on her mound and entered her. He filled her slippery wet beaver breach with hot wet mouth muscle. She went wild.
'Oh, God, I love you,' she moaned. 'I love the way you eat me.' She took the man's curly head in her hands and pulled his face up close to her snatch. She pressed his open lipped mouth in her pussy. He used his tongue to give her a continuing sensation of delight. He rubbed his mouth muscle up and down on her clitoris. From there he went kissing her loins. He used his hands to spread her leg out so that he could peck at the inside of her thigh, suck on the top of it, rub at the smooth undersurface of her ass cheek. She turned over for him and he went sliding down into her ass crack, there to give her the kind of a rubbing that many women would give their left leg for. He rubbed into her anus and up and around her cheeks. He ended up back around on her pelvis, there to lick out her twat again.
'Now my breasts,' she ordered him. 'Now you must lick my titties until they are hard and stiff. Come on, boy, and lick my nipples. You can do it the way it needs to be done.' He lifted his head up between her two breasts and applied his tongue to the sides of her mammaries. He worked his mouth muscle along the sides of her titties, and finally he went sliding back and forth between the two. He gave her a rather royal treatment.
'Now I shall do something for you,' she told him. 'Get down on your back.'
He laid down as per her instructions. His bronzed and muscular chest shined up at her. She thought for an instant that he was so strong and his body was so muscularly smooth that she could see her reflection in his chest. She leaned down after only a moment's hesitation and pressed her soft boobies up against his large thick thighs. Her nipples went sliding between his legs along with the rest of her teenager pendular mammaries. Everything was quite soft, quite creamy and very erotic for the unexpecting slave man.
Young Sharon Pettibone took to licking at the slave's big thick hard penis muscle. She worked her tongue up and down on it. When the slave man started to use his hands on the woman, she told him, 'No, I'll do all the rubbing. You just lay there.' She put his hands away from her body.
She then went back to licking his organ. She kissed the muscular head of it, the hot red tip, and she worked her tongue up and down the thickening shaft. She kissed his balls, too. Finally, with her hands cupped around his buns, she pulled his groin up into her face and filled her mouth with his penis meat. She stroked up and down with her sucking lips giving him quite a nice feel. 'I like that,' commented the slave man, but Sharon told him to be quiet.
She next went sliding up along his chest. She kissed off his manly nipples while rubbing her leg against his penis, down below. She worked her supple skin up between his two legs and rubbed at his loins. She used the top of her thigh to rub against his penis until it was as stiff and thick as it could possibly be. 'Now,' she said, 'I want you to use that exciting sex muscle of yours on my body. I want you to go sliding that thing into my pussy and making me cum. Nothing short of orgasm will do. If you don't make me have a climax, you will die under the sharp silver blade of the throne. Do you understand, slave man?' She smiled jeeringly and gave him access to her deep gash.
'Alright,' said the slave. He felt up her legs and pushed his organ into the furry blind. He gave her all of his mushroom head and more. Her curly bush accepted that large meat, took it all on. Into the slick wet breach went his joint. He filled her up good. He gave her more cock meat than she would ever need. He rode her for an hour and she panted and huffed and puffed with ecstasy in every breath. There was no stopping either one of them. For the slave a successful fuck meant life, liberty, freedom and the pursuit of happiness. For the woman a good one meant orgasm, ecstasy.
'You're getting good and hot,' she told him after five hundred strokes. 'It's going to work. You can make me cum and save your neck.' She wrapped her fingers around his two ass cheeks and pulled him in deep. She aimed her twat at his rocket flesh missile and took him on at the angle she knew would be best for both of them. His shooting flesh filled her with jism at just the right moment. She came and long interior smooth muscle contracted in series around his joint. She tugged out every drop of cum that he had to give her. 'Oh, God,' she moaned, 'I love it. I love the way you fuck! It's good. I'm cuming! Oh, yes, God, I'm cuming…' She juiced all over his thick penis meat until her insides had turned into a clit juice swimming pool. When it was all over he pulled his meat out and thought happily to himself that he was no longer a slave man — he was a free man!
But just then the queen, Sharon Pettibone, finished off her fantasy: 'Off with his head!' she ordered. 'And bring me the next one!' She spread her comely loins and laughed mercilessly. She didn't stick around, either, to see the expression of betrayal on her slave's face. That would have been too much for even a teenager to handle.
She was back in reality, in the darkness of her bedroom, fisting the dildo in and out of her yet to climax cunt. She was waiting for that final stab which would send her twittering clit into the throes of total orgasmic ecstasy. 'Oh, God,' she roared under her breath in a hoarse whisper, 'I should have let him finish me off completely.' She referred to her slave man and her fantasy. 'I'll have to think of something else now, something else to make me cum.'
She let loose of the dildo for a moment. It was dark in her bedroom. She could feel herself sweating between her legs. She could feel the leak of clit ooze between her twat lips, and she knew that she wasn't very far at all from a very satisfying orgasmic high. She just had to think up that one last image which would send her over the hill, into the Meadow Of Bliss, up onto High Cloud, into The Land of Love.
She tried to relax her brain and picture herself alone in the arms of one of her highschool friends. He was tall and good-looking, and his name was Sam. He played football and all the girls were hot for his body. It was he, Sam, who Sharon figured would get her the rest of the way up the sex ladder. She saw him rubbing her titties, sucking on her nipples, playing between her legs and rubbing down her mound. She enjoyed the feel of his fingers sliding back and forth between her labia lips. She liked especially the way he attacked her clitoris with his long middle digit. 'Oh, yes, Sam, do it!' she muttered. 'Really get me hot and juicy, babydoll. I need, I need to cum! You hear me, honey? I need to fucking CUM!'
She rolled her legs open wide, and even though she was on her belly, this added spread between her thighs enabled the rear-end dildo to go sliding even deeper into the breach. She could feel the prong-like tip as it bounced up against the back of her cunt. She enjoyed that and pretended it would never end.
It wasn't long after that when she realized she was only a throb away from orgasm. To make sure that she didn't squeal too loudly when the final chills crept across her body, she buried her face in her pillow. Then she bore
