1. Marcy's Playground 13 by loyalsock


    Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    Evan. &#034Off with your shirt!&#034 He whips my shirt off. Jean-Luc. &#034Off with your panties.&#034 Evan has to steady me. I'm wobbly. Jean-Luc pulls my underwear down very slowly. I step out of them. I'm still wearing my skirt. It's still tucked up in the waistband. I feel the cool breeze on my ass. I'm sweating, there's a breeze; I'm exposed. I shiver; it's not from the air. Evan comes around from in front of me. There's a moment's pause. Evan. &#034Niiiiiice.&#034 Slap. &#034Whoa!&#034 I jump. The slap wasn't hard. In fact, it was very light, although it made a resounding sound. But it really startled me. Evan laughed. Who the hell is he? &#034Sorry baby,&#034 he said in a sarcastic voice that sounded like he wasn't sorry at all. Then I felt a kiss where the smack had been. &#034Ass men,&#034 I said sarcastically. Fist in my hair. My head was yanked back. Evan. &#034I don't think you should be talking.&#034 Gulp. &#034It's okay, baby,&#034 Jean-Luc said softly. Evan let go of my hair. There's a gentle caress of my ass. I assume that's Evan. They go back to the very first position they were in, each with an elbow against the wall. They begin the long stroke rubbing, except now I have so much bare skin, it's totally different. And Evan's hand, on the left, is getting dangerously closer to my ass crack with each stroke. You wanted this Marcy. You wanted to eat the world. You wanted to experience everything. I remembered something Evan said. I won't hurt you. He did say ...
    ... that didn't he? I open my mouth because I'm panting. God, I'd kill for an ice cream cone right now. That's nerves. Fingers very lightly feather through just the top of my butt crack. I jump. A soft voice in my right ear. &#034It's okay baby. You can stop at any time.&#034 Deep growl in my left. &#034Like hell.&#034 I know I'm safe. I know it. This is part of his game. And I can admit it. The contrast is...edgy. It's turning me on. Wetter. One big palm rubbing down my front. One hot hand on my back. Hands on my breasts. On my ass. Everywhere. And then, the tiniest dip into the very top of my wet cleft in front at the exact same time as a finger so gently circles the rim of my hole in back. Oh that's a lot. And then they do more. A cool gel in back. What is that? But then I forget everything because Jean-Luc has found my clit and I don't know what the hell he's doing but it's— &#034Auuuugggh!&#034 Except then I feel a slight push at the back at my asshole and I'm struck with utter, total, complete overwhelming panic. Like five alarm earthquake nuclear war hospitalize me for anxiety panic attack level panic. &#034HEATHER!!!!!!!&#034 I hear sk**ding of shoes and then all of a sudden I feel a small, soft, cool hand touching my lower back. &#034What's up?&#034 she asked softly. &#034Oh, nothing,&#034 I said calmly. &#034I was just wondering if you made something for dessert.&#034 They all laugh. &#034Your husband is a freaky freak freak.&#034 &#034Oh really?&#034 she said, with ...
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