'Oh, God,' she moaned up at the nighttime sky, 'won't you please, please send me a man… a man to fuck my twat and make me cum… Make me cum… make me cum…' She closed her eyes and let one finger do the necessary work. A single digit slid along next to her clitoris, rubbed it softly and made the thing tight and rubbery. The twitching digit flicked the hot clit meat. 'Oh, nice,' muttered young Sharon Pettibone, 'I think that's nice.'
It was easy for her to see Davey, the Dover boy on whom she had a severe crush, whipping out his phallus and flinging it at her like a Frizbee. She caught it in the twat and pulled him down on top of her body, pulled him close so that his big mushroom headed meat went zinging and grinding into her hole. She held him by the rump, by his pounding jackhammer ass cheeks, and she rubbed a finger up and down along his anus. She made sure that his penis was all the way up inside her pussy, all the way down her channel and making her hotter and lustier than ever. She liked the feel from that big sword, the way he worked out on her mound, the way his balls went softly clanging against the inside of her smooth spread loins. She lifted her thighs in order to be able to get more of the imaginary meat.
'Ahhhh, God, yes,' she muttered. She spread her legs wider and got more and more of her finger-fucking action going in her pussy. She made sure to work out especially hard on her pussy with her digits. It only took her a minute to get that little clit meat of hers all the way up, fried and greasy. It wasn't enough that it had been twitching and hard. It had to be greasy hot, rolling in goo, so stimulated and erotically high that it was ready to pop off her cunt with ecstasy.
And when it finally was that hot, when Sharon's clit meat was really good and sassy and ready to roll that way, she reached down around her hips, let her legs slide flat on the backyard lawn, and pulled her shorts off. She unbuttoned her blouse and took that off, too. It was one of the rare occasions that she wore a bra, so she had to get up and undo it also. Her goal was to run naked in her parents' backyard, even with them present, and she was doing it now. She had all her clothes off and she was streaming around the yard in the nude. She was as happy as a bird is free, and her pussy was juicing wildly. 'Oh God,' she moaned flopping down in the middle of the backyard, 'if they could see me now they'd have me arrested. But I don't care. This is the way it should always be.' She spread her legs again and this time she stroked her pussy with several fingers at once. She rubbed her little bare bodkin of a twat-dick up and down and from side to side. She rolled over on her belly and stuffed her cunt with one hand and her asshole with a finger from the other. She filled her bunghole right up, and in the same rhythm, in exactly the same cadence with which she rubbed a finger in and out of her pie.
It didn't take the fifteen year old nymph long to think of something nice to make her even hotter. She saw young Davey rolling in the grass next to her. She got up on her hands and knees and said: 'Davey, fuck my bunghole. Put that big thick boner of yours up my anus tube and make me cum.' She climbed down between his legs and took his hard cock muscle into her lips. She licked the head of the prong with her splayed tongue. She used the broad side of her mouth muscle to coat the shaft. Soon she announced that she was ready: 'Stick it up my arse, Davey. That's the way I want it, right on up my ass-hole.' She reached back, leaning on her face, and used both hands to unfold her ass flesh. Her fanny beckoned to him: come to me and fuck it!
He lifted his hot poker and pressed the head of it into place. He jammed the mushroom spearhead down the channel entrance and aimed for bowel territory. He was in her ass-hole, one inch, two, three, five inches, six inches all the way in.
'Oh, God,' she screeched. 'Oh, fucking God All Mighty! Oh, fffuuuuccckkkk!' She nearly climbed a tree in order to get away from the terrific pressure of his meat in her distended anal track. 'Please,' she begged, 'I didn't mean it! It's just too much! You have to slow down! Please slow down! You have to give me a break! Please!' But Davey didn't stop. He kept pounding and hammering his wedge of hot cock meat into her asshole. He slid down deep inside the narrow tube. When he hit bowel territory, he shifted gears and went cautiously in circles. He plied her anus circle with delicate accuracy. The thickest part of his boner took care of that.
'You must get off,' she moaned.
He wrapped his hands around her waist. His one hand took care of her twat while the other drifted upwards to her large hanging breasts. There he kneaded creamy flesh, titillated delightful nipples, worked hard and diligently to get her titties as hot as possible. When the chest began to perspire and ooze a sensual aroma from its pores, he let up on the large mammaries. He took to squeezing her loins with both hands. At no time, though, did he ever extract his flesh injector from her bunghole.
'God fucking damn!' she cried out at him. 'Won't you please…' It was useless. She crawled around the backyard with Davey hot muscle crammed up her asshole, so far into her bowels that she couldn't breathe without feeling it. It was in her up to the hilt, and there was no way of avoiding the excruciating pain of that huge muscle gyrating in her rump.
Soon Davey could feel the long tender muscles of Sharon's ass going to work on his flesh stick. They contracted and undulated around his meaty hard-on. They seemed to work automatically, rolling and milking his rod for everything that they could get from it. Long, smooth waves of contraction began at the base of his meat, in the sphincter band, and they passed smoothly up along the stem, through the shaft and across the heart-shaped head. They pumped at his jism-producing rod until he came dangerously close to shooting off his wad.
Then, with his erection sweaty and heated and ready for the big killing up Sharon's asshole, he pulled out. He reared back with a big smile. Sharon turned around and asked what the problem was. Davey told her that he liked to feel her asshole around his cock, but that he preferred, when it came to orgasm, to be inside her pussy. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He took her hands away from him, however, and said that he must go and wash himself first. She made him promise not to tell anybody what she was about to do. He winced but didn't stop her. She went down on his cock with her mouth and cleaned him that way.
A moment later she was on her back, however, with his big thick meat deep in her V. He was all the way up inside her cave. The twat muscles were going wild, seething with desire. It seemed that the more muscle he gave her the more she wanted. The hotter he made her the hornier she became. He rubbed and pushed and shoved his joint in and out of her slippery oily hole. 'Mmm,' he hummed from time to time, noting the different slides, the new angles, the various positions that they assumed in order to get off on this one fuck. 'Jesus,' he grunted, 'you certainly do have the twat for it, baby. I have to say that…' He rammed his point all the way home, slid a finger around her hips and into her anus, and filled her bunhole with just as much boney finger as he was using phallus to fill her pussy.
'God damn, Davey,' she moaned, 'you got me going from both ends now. You really fucking do!' She waved her ass from side to side and his boner went sliding nicely against the two walls of her pussy entrance. Those juicy lips worked their ooze into the meat of his hard-on. 'I love it,' he told her. 'Keep moving like that.' He pursed his lips and took to sucking on one of her cherry nipples. The thing was hot, and the breast below was covered with goose bumps. She enjoyed the licking of her titty almost as much as she liked the feel of his boner in her pussy, his finger in her anus. 'You're good,' she told him. 'You're really fucking good, Davey.'
Suddenly — Sharon didn't know why — she came back to reality. She was curled into a fetal ball at the distal end of the back yard. She thought she heard something. She took her two fingers, one from each hand, out from her two pelvic holes. She stared back in the direction of the porch. She heard the screen door open. It must have been her mother and father, for one of them called into the night and at the same time there was another voice whispering. She lay perfectly still, like a hunted animal, and tried not to give herself away. A moment later the voices died down. Sharon decided that she might be better off getting dressed for a moment, returning to the house and finishing herself off in the privacy of her bedroom.
She made her way across the backyard, grabbed up her shorts and slipped into them. She quickly drew on her blouse and entered the house as quietly as possible. In the dark of her bedroom she slipped out of her clothes again and climbed into bed. She could smell on her naked body the grass she'd been rolling in as well as the scent of her own sweet honey pot. 'My, my,' she said, 'I really do get carried away sometimes.'
Her chief reason for coming back into the house was to retrieve the dildo. She reached under her mattress and grabbed hold of the thick plastic handle. She felt a ripple of relief, a slight tremor, pass through her body as she griped the thing. She pulled it out from under the bed and brought it into position, in her two fists, above her spread pussy lips. She slid it downwards, pushed it into the hollow flesh cave there, and enjoyed the benefits of her well- lubricated, slightly oozing hole. The machine went all the way back inside her body. She breathed quietly so as to avoid making any unnecessary sound which might bring her parents. Then, with her attention riveted to the feel in her pussy, she clicked the battery-operated penis into full gear and felt a heart-stopping surge (of sexual energy gushing in every direction at once within her pussy and across her mound) as the egg-beater took on speed for its highly stimulating rub.
