even feared that he would choke her to death, pull her tongue right out of the place where it was attached — that was how hard he ate her mouth muscle. He gave her back some of his own, Frenched her in the face, and he worked with his hands, at the same time, massaging her smooth little ass cheeks, working out with his chest against her voluptuous boobies. Her nipples were sprung like spring cherries, and her titties were mammoth, swollen with desire, ready for eating and licking and slopping. He went sliding down to them — when he had finished kissing her in the mouth — and he licked off her chest for a while.
All the time that the man worked out in his oral style on her body, Sharon continued to rock her hips back and forth, from side to side, on his massive pecker. It was like a wooden peg in her twat, something for her to work out with, something that would nail her down, tack her to whatever was behind her, make her cum…
She rolled up and down on the thick peg. She worked with it in her vagina and prayed that she would cum… and slowly but surely she realized that she wasn't in the arms of some fantastic lover, that she had no peg like phallus pushing up into her pussy, and that in fact she was enjoying the thrill of an automatic dildo, a twisting, gyrating, screwing egg-beating electric cock, wielded by her black friend Angela, that the dildo was sliding up and down in her pussy.
'Oh, God,' she moaned out loud. 'Jesus fucking God! I don't know what's happening. Please. What the fuck is going on?' She begged Angela to stop fucking her with the dildo.
'Now, now,' said Angela, 'you just take it easy, little darling. We have to get you good and hot and then you'll be alright. You understand? You just have to get a little hotter and you'll be fine.' Angela had the sliding eggbeater up against Sharon's hot clitoris. The little muscle was getting quite a slippery work-out, and, in fact, Sharon had probably not been so high in a good long while. She was, in fact, very confused. She couldn't just then tell the difference between her fantasy world and the real world, but she did know one thing for sure: she was getting awfully horny everywhere in her body!
Sharon spread her legs wide. This way she could get the maximum benefit from the machine. She lifted her knees and pulled a pillow under her smooth rear end. She supported her twat at just the right angle for a proper rubbing. 'Mmmm, good,' she told Angela, 'keep it coming and I'll be doing the same…'
Her mind drifted. She conjured up the image of herself and some strange older man. They were alone on a beach. The man was probably in his late forties. She, of course — young Sharon Pettibone was still only fifteen. She was naked, as was the man. She spread her legs wide and put her hands on her hips.
'Well, Mr. Big,' she said, nodding at his muscle, at his organ. 'Are you going to put that piece of sausage in my twat or what?' She reared back in laughter and showed off her clean white choppers. They looked sharp and ready for meat-eating. Mr. Big came forward and slapped her across the face so hard that her laughing, bobbing head shook with the jolt like an earthquake had hit it. 'Ugh, you brute,' she moaned. She went teetering down onto the sand below.
Mr. Big climbed on. He filled her breach with cock meat. The luscious slot spread wide and his big rooty muscle went jamming down into her body. He gave her the head of his cock, the thick shaft, the wide, muscular base. It was all hers, all hers to climb and cum on. She was on her way to fuck-stick heaven, up the orgasm ladder. 'Mmmm, good,' she moaned, impaled on the fuck rod as she was. 'I love it.' She squirmed like a bait worm on a hook. Her smooth golden thighs spread out and soft supple flesh rippled as Mr. Big's big boner bounced in and out of the luscious wet breach. 'I love it,' he said softly in her ear. 'I love to screw nice young virgin meat. You got plenty of that for me, eh? Plenty of nice young virgin pussy meat to wrap around my big cock muscle, right little one? Just enough twat hole to make Charley Big feel nice and good, eh? Ha, ha, ha.' He drilled down deep and filled her nice fleshy hole with all the cock hard-on he could possibly give her. It was a long slide for the two of them, especially so for young Sharon Pettibone because Mr. Big's muscle was more than nine inches long.
When she came back to reality again, Sharon saw that Angela was fisting the plastic boner faster and faster in and out of her pussy hole. 'You better slow down a little,' suggested Sharon, 'or you're going to wipe me out with that thing. Got to save some of this for later, you know.'
'Sure,' said Angela, pulling the tool out of Sharon's twat. 'Why don't you show me the backside and I'll give you a little tickle there?'
'Good thinking,' said Sharon, and she rolled over onto her hands and knees. 'Will that thing fit?'
'You just wait and see,' said Angela. The black girl lifted the big plastic organ up to her lips. She sucked off the tip of it and wet down the shaft. What wasn't coated with clit ooze from the previous rubbing in Sharon's sassy twat hole was now covered with saliva. Angela located the tip of the twirling dildo at the tapered entrance to Sharon's sphincter tube. 'Just want to make sure I have the exactly right angle, darling one. You ready?'
'Ready when you are,' said Sharon. She waved her little cheeks in preparation for the slide about to take place in her ass hole. 'Come on into me.'
Angela shoved forward. She pushed the hot twisting dildo into Sharon's anus. Filling the track with mechanical cock worked wonders on young Sharon Pettibone's neat rump. The flesh appeared pinker, hotter, wetter. The ass cheeks appeared to fold open, like a can of sardines. There was an oily sheen, as with sardines, too, and her smooth globes appeared to be sweating as they swayed up and down in rhythm with the pounding mechanical joint.
'Oh, God, fuck!' cried Sharon in total passion. 'I just can't… fuck!'
'Of course you can fuck, dear one,' said young black Angela. 'Just concentrate.' She stabbed in another four inches. She rammed the big hard joint machine all the way down the rump throat. She filled the back canal with the mechanical cannon. 'Nowhere to go?' queried young Angela. 'No more room in there for hot pecker? I don't believe it.' She stood up on her feet and straddled the area behind young Sharon Pettibone's ass. With one hand holding the machine, Angela used the other to spread out the teenager's ass flesh. She pried the two buttocks back and open. She worked the big ham-hock dildo up and down and right and left. She wormed it around, like a man working a lever which turns some terrifically large oil drill. Angela worked the hot dildo in and out of her friend's ass-hole until Sharon began to cry with delight? 'I'm getting so fucking hot, darling. I'm getting so unbearably hot and lusty and… ooooh, fuuuuccckkk! Fuck me over, man. Fuck! Shit! Piss! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
With that last delightful little song just having left her lips, little Sharon passed out and dreamt that she was in the arms of a big strong gym coach. The gym coach had his hands around Sharon from behind. He had his naked raw muscle shoved up her ass hole, and his palms rubbed smoothly at her titties. From time to time he dipped downwards, between her tender slick loins, there to go for a delightful little rubbing on her clitoris and mound. He would help himself, too, to a little feel of her labia lips, a kind of a rub and slide in the pussy wet flesh of her loins. 'Mmm,' he would hum to the back of her ear lobe, 'aren't you a special little fuck for me? Aren't you a delightful little piece of ass…' And he would slide his penis another inch deeper into her anal track. 'I love the feel of those long smooth muscles of yours getting a good hold on my penis, darling. Give me a good squeeze. Reach back here with one hand and squeeze my balls at the same time.'
Sharon Pettibone followed directions. She reached back under her crotch and into the gym coach's scrotum. She took hold of his nut nest and rubbed her tender little fingers up and down across the sack. She made sure that his hairy nuts were properly stimulated, that his thick muscular thighs were sexually rubbed, that his cock shaft, what portion of it wasn't already stuffed into her exquisitely tight ass hole muscle, was massaged and tugged upon. 'Mmmm, good,' she would sigh at him as she rolled her fingers from underneath on his balls, as she scraped softly at his loins. 'I love the feel of good sex organs getting hot and going for a nice rubbing in my ass hole like that. You do me up right, sir. Just right…'
A moment later she was back in reality. She turned around and looked behind herself. She saw that the scraping she felt in her ass hole was not from her fantasy man attacking her butt. Rather, it was from her black friend Angela riding the dildo as hard as possible in and out of her anus. The big thick plastic pecker was rolling up and down, rubbing from side to side, stretching out young Sharon Pettibone's smooth muscular anus and making hash out of her cheeks. 'Jesus,' she moaned, 'you got to slow down a little.'
Angela pulled the synthetic cock out. 'I'm going to wash this thing. Then I'll do your twat up right. O.k.?'
'O.k.?' said Sharon. 'That sounds nice.' She rolled onto her back and waited for Angela to return. A moment later the naked black teenager returned. She carried the dripping wet dildo. 'All set?' asked Sharon. 'Ready for a fucking!' exclaimed Angela. 'You just give me that pie to work with.'
Sharon spread her legs. She wasn't far from climax. She needed a little more rubbing. Just another few strokes would probably send her. 'Put it right in,' she directed. 'Get that thing pumping.'
Angela stroked the head of the dildo against Sharon's hot, aroused clitoris. 'That meaty little twat-penis of yours sure is jumpy.' She pushed the boner against the clit. 'There,' she said, 'that ought to send you.'
