We were just going to Hang Out Part 3 - Sex Stories

We were just going to Hang Out Part 3

... again, and again. She kept alternating between deep penetrations to short quick burst. My legs shaking, and me moaning uncontrollable. I lost count of my organisms after the 12th one. I must have squirted at least three times. Thinking she was done, I began to relax, barely feeling my legs, I did not see that she was still kneeling behind me. I heard a one note whistle from her, “boy, your one juicy girl. Let see, shit, your clits is as hard as a rock.” Her finger barely touching my clit made me cum. “If I knew women were this much fun, I would have done this before.” Something brushed my labia, and then my clit, the object was flimsy. I could feel it just touching my clit as it was going back and forth softly smacking my inner leg. “She driving me insane, keeping me on the high, not letting me calm down,” I thought. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the heavy breath; I knew that my adrenalin was pumping. There is only so much one can take, there comes a point when there just no more one can take then the crash. The longer the high the harder the crash, runner call it hitting the wall. “Aaahh,” I whelp as I came again, soon I felt the pressure again, and the most powerful squirt I ever remembered. Whatever she was doing had stopped. Under the sawhorse I saw it, a long narrow riding crop, a flexible rod and with a leather strip flip over on the end. I saw her step behind me again, ‘Oh god she going to fuck me again,’ was all I could think. I felt the head rub against ...

... my soaking wet pussy. Her hands on my still sore ass, she spread my ass cheeks. I holding my breath waiting for her to re-enter my very sore wet cunt, instead I felt it in my ass. She first slowly pushed the ‘cock’ in. “AAAAAHHH,” I screamed. “Please, No, no,” I was whimpering, tears flowing down my cheeks. She just kept going, ignoring my pleas. She had worked the cock all the way in. I felt my gluteus muscles flexing this only made her fuck me harder. As much as it hurt, the feeling of my ass hole being stretched out, I could not help but cum again. I came two more times as she rode my ass, then as she reach around and rubbed my clitoris I erupted one last time. “Please stop, I do, I do whatever you say please just stop,” I whimpered. “Please, I mean it I do it, give in to you just please stop.” I was begging her to quit. She pulled out; she walked around to the front, bent down looked me in the eyes, “Say that again.” “I do whatever you say, just please stop, I can’t go anymore,” I said crying. “I’m sore and I can’t feel my legs.” Turning around and bending over, “lick my pussy; suck it like a good little whore.” Not able to resist no more I gave in, I lick her pussy. It was hot and wet; she must have came as well as she was fucking me. I lapped up her sweet juice that was covering her labia. I stuck my tongue deep as I could in her hole, licking and sucking all of her nectar. Then I let my tongue flick her clit, she push back, forcing me to cover her with my mouth. I was ...