A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... from tolerating it to demanding it, her eyes lazy and unfocused.

"Can you touch me?" Mary asked.

"Of course," I said, but you probably want to keep quiet."

I didn't care if Mary screamed her head off. In fact, I wanted her to. I wanted her to go off like a string of firecrackers howling and screaming at the top of her lungs, but knew that the best way to achieve that was for her to continue suppressing her desire, to bring to mind the Catholic guilt, the shame, the thought that good girls don't have orgasms watching buff black studs anally assault another woman, until the sensations from her body overruled her conscious mind.

I reached past her top and teased her right nipple. I knew it wasn't what she wanted, but again wanted her to plainly ask for what she wanted.

"Bottom please!" she whispered.

"Ohhh!" I answered, feigning ignorance.

"You want me to play with your pussy while you watch all those black guys fuck her silly?" I asked.

"Shhhhh!" Mary said severely.

"I asked, do you want me to play with your pussy while you watch those black guys fuck her silly?" I repeated.

Mary looked at me angrily, but grabbed my hand and slipped my fingers into her snatch. She was already sloppy wet, without a single touch, a testament to how much all this affected her. I ran my fingers up and down her crevice, stopping at the top to focus on her clit.

"Let's turn the chair!" she said and stood up slightly. I reoriented the chair so that it pointed ...

... straight at the screen and sat back down. Mary flipped the short skirt up so that it rested on her back, and I was now in touch with her hot flesh. Instead of sitting side-saddle, she put one knee on each side of the chair, spreading her legs widely.

I was in heaven. Her deep nearly naked ass crack wrapped itself half-way around my hard cock and caressed it, as she gyrated slowly up and down on me. She pushed my fingers into her slit again and running them up and down it.

She was no longer conscious of her noise; her tiny grunts became much larger grunts as I stroked her hot button and ground my cock against her ass. Thinking ahead, I teased and delayed her climax, pushing it off until it jived with the precise moment of the action on the screen I wanted to match.

Only a minute and a half of episode one was left to go, and the three studs pulled the buxom little blonde off the bed and put her on her knees. There wasn't an ounce of resistance left in her. She was cock drunk, so wasted by the orgasms they'd given her that she would willingly do anything they wanted. She waited with her head back, mouth open, a willing receptacle.

Just before Zee kicked off, I bore down on Mary's clit, stroking it hard, rubbing it three fingers across, even slapping it vigorously to bring blood to the surface and heighten her orgasm. As the first rope of Zee's cum struck the little blonde's face and cascaded down across her sharp chin, Mary went off, moaning and groaning, rocking back and ...