Indeed. Sharon Pettibone saw stars. The stroking, sliding, rubbing dildo worked wonders on her clitoris. She couldn't believe how sensitive she was there. More juice flooded her chamber, just to keep up with the rubbing machine. 'Jesus,' she moaned half-aloud, half to Angela. 'Oh, Jesus…'
She couldn't keep from thinking about falling in love with a real man. She saw him fondling her breasts and rubbing his palm down between her legs. He sandwiched her between his two hands, one set of five fingers squeezing her buttery buns, the other wrapping around her twat, her mound, gouging out her labia lips and filling her hole with digits… 'Oh, God,' she moaned, and she rubbed the hairy chest and manly nipples of the man who attacked her. 'Give me more,' she begged. He pulled her up alongside his huge erection. The boner acted like a guide-post, gave her something to do, something to think about. She landed her mouth around the head of the joint and swallowed down hard. She bit off the tip with her gums, mouthed the thing until it was as wet as it could be. She wrapped her hands around his buns and pulled even more of his boner into her boggling gorgeous face. 'Mmmm, good,' she hummed on the meaty shaft. 'Soooo fucking gooood!' She rubbed her hands between his legs and played with his balls at the same time. She enjoyed having this man's meat in her face, this man's balls in her fingers, his rump between her sliding, massaging palms. 'I love it,' she said, taking his prick out of her mouth. 'I really do love it.' She climbed up along side his hairy chest and wrapped her legs around his leg. She rubbed her thighs up and down around his thigh. Then she took one knee and raised it up between his legs. He pressed his thighs closed on her upper ample thigh. He took his balls for a nice sliding rub on her leg. 'You do that good,' he told her. 'You do that very well.'
She kissed him on the lips. She gave him all of her tongue and then some. They Frenched like that for a moment. She let her hand slide down between his buns. She arrived at his anus muscle. She poked inwards and filled the rear cavity with a delightful tickling sensation. 'Mmmm, good,' she hummed, happy to have stumbled onto his anal hole. 'I like to play with a good little ass hole. If you bend over…'
He bent over. He gave her what she wanted to lick. It took an hour for the foreplay. He let her rub his testicles and his buns, his anus and his mushroom head. She worked on his cock shaft, his manly nipples, his thighs. He, for his part, took to rubbing her chest, her belly, her loins. He ate out her cunt on several occasions. He used his tongue, his lips, his nose even. He worked it up into a frothy lather of hot clit juice which smelled delicious. He used a finger to poke around in her ass hole, something she greatly appreciated his doing. She rolled her buns up and down on that stabbing finger, and she worked her hips like a mad-woman when he stuck her all the way.
It was just after that that he filled her pussy with his cock muscle. Then he had his joint all the way up her vaginal tube and a finger up into her bowels, both at the same time. She wasn't far from coming when he began to pump at full speed, working both finger and phallus in a steady cadence of sexual grind which could only make her hotter, hornier and lustier. Soon it would be over, they would both melt to juice, both turn to buttery soft orgasmic climax. 'Ooooh, God,' she cried when her long interior twat muscles started to press closed around his penis. 'Ooooh, God, fuck me good and hard. Really grind that meaty thing of yours into me. Press that hot cock dick into my pussy and make me cum. Make me cum a lot! I want to cum, baby. I want that big joint to get me so hot that I juice all over everything! You understand? Give me more of that thick boner meat of yours. That's the thing I love — hot cock boner meat rubbing in my twat-hole. You know what I'm talking about? Good. Give it to me! Make me cum, God damn it! Make me fucking cum!'
She rolled her hips in a steady gyrating motion. The inside of her sweet young tube contracted around his long hard meat. She could see, if she looked that way, his fleshy boney trunk. It was spreading her labia lips wide apart. Sometimes, on the out strokes, she could see the fleshy spear, how wet and juicy it was, how slippery and slimy that thing was getting. She could feel it stab her, rub on her clitoris and get sloppy and easier with every thrust. 'Mmmm,' she hummed at the thing. It had an hypnotic affect on her. She could watch it go in and out. She could see it fucking her. She liked to think: Mmmmm, I'm getting screwed, and that penis going in and out of my vagina — it's doing the screwing, and it is really fucking nice!
She climbed up along the rod. She used her labia lips like hands to hold onto a pole with. She grabbed on and kept climbing. She went up high on the flesh stalk. Her twat took more and more of the pogo stick rod. She rubbed up and down on it. 'Mmmm, nice,' she moaned, and then suddenly, she was back in reality.
Angela was sitting next to her. 'You sure did get carried away,' said Angela, flicking off the dildo. 'You were in some other land, baby. It was nice to watch you sweat like that.'
'Did I cum?' asked Sharon Pettibone.
'Did you cum? Jes look at that splotch there! That's gonna be one of the biggest stains you ever did see. And it's not like Mammy ain't gonna know what it is, neither. Fact is, she's gonna think I been out fucking around!' Angela set the dildo aside and leaned over her white friend. She applied her big pink tongue to the inside of Sharon's heated mouth. 'Mmmm,' she hummed, 'I shore do like kissing you, white baby. It's yummy yum yum good!' And she smacked her big thick black lips again and kissed Sharon Pettibone one more time right in the mouth.
'I like that, too,' said Sharon. 'Are you still mad at me about that stain there on the sheets?' She flicked Angela's titty tips a couple of times with one finger while she waited for an answer.
'Naw,' said Angela. 'After all, what are friends for?'
Chapter Four
'You were masturbating,' said Debby Pettibone in a hushed voice. 'Ha-ha, ha-ha!' She pointed a nasty finger. 'You were jacking off, Sharon, and I caught you. Ha-ha, ha-ha.'
Sharon blushed and pulled the covers up around her naked breasts. 'Get out of here, you old bitch,' she scolded back at her sister.
'Don't you talk to me that way,' said Debby, jumping onto the bed and pulling down the sheets again. 'I'll teach you to talk to me that way.' She took hold of her sister's nipples and pulled on them, pinched them off hard.
'Oh, fuck,' cried out Sharon. 'That hurt. You fucking little bitch. I'm gonna fucking…' She leapt up and toppled her sister. She climbed down off the bed and onto the floor where Debby was laughing and giggling and trying to keep from being much more vulnerable than she already was — uncontrollably hysterical and nude. Both girls were bundles of naked energy.
'Oh, Jesus,' cried Debby. 'No, stop, please.'
If the Pettibone parents had been home they'd have come to the rescue. They'd have never permitted such perverse cavorting. But Mr. and Mrs. Pettibone were out at a wife-swapping party, and there was no one around to prevent Sharon from meeting out a cool revenge to her darling sister Debby. 'You try any of that scolding with me again, Big Sis,' she reprimanded her older sister while straddling the woman at the titties, 'and I'll have to beat you up.' She tickled Debby one more time under the chin and along her boobs. 'You understand, Big Sis?' Before she stood up off her sister she pressed her hands down flat over Debby's big boobies. 'Or do I have to rub it in?' She wiggled her sister's titties back and forth.
'You little heathen!' shouted Debby who's belly was now coated with her sister's slimy clit juice. 'You got a lot of nerve threatening me. I'll teach you.' And she leapt upwards and pushed Sharon back down onto the bed. The two girl wrestlers went at it with each other, pushing and pulling, rubbing and tugging, taking advantage of every female wrestling trick in the book. Finally, young Sharon located a hand up behind Debby's buns. She pulled the two globes apart and slipped a finger into her sister's ass crotch.
'Oh, you bitch,' hollered Debby. 'You can't! No! I won't let you! Oh, God!' But it was no good. Young Sharon had a good hold on her older sister. She had the girl from behind. She had her legs spread and straddling Debby's back. She could manipulate her finger, even though it meant reaching back behind herself, in any direction she chose. She did that, too, and she took her older sister's butt end for a good little scrubbing. 'Mmmm,' she said as she poked down deep in Debby's ass hole, 'don't you just love to have me masturbate your bunghole? Say it, Debby. Tell me how you love it.'
'Oh, God, Jesus,' hollered Debby. 'You have to stop. Please stop. Oh, God, no…'
Sharon let up. She stood up off of Debby. She allowed her sister room to roll over. 'Look at that,' she said
