Chapter 5
It was okay, Sheila thought lying on her back in her room. Her paper pigeons were hung from the ceiling by the window and she watched them sway in the slight breeze.
But I wish they hadn't tricked me like that, she thought. It wasn't fair getting me stoned. It just wasn't fair!
At that, she rolled over on her belly weeping and pounding the pillow. "It's not right," she said out loud. "They tricked me," she pleaded if she were defending herself to someone accusing her of doing something wrong.
All the time Tammy said she was my friend she was just lying, Sheila thought. All she cares about is having a good time. Well, that's not my idea of a good time!
"Oh, I don't know," she said, rolling back over on her back and clenching her fist at her mouth. The tears welled up in her eyes and her lips trembled as she tried to hold them back. But she couldn't.
Weeping copiously, her face turned red and she wiped her nose on the back of her hand. She kept shaking her head and rolling from side to side with her hands over her mouth.
First making it with the chemistry professor and now this! It was just too horrible. All the things she ever dreamed about were going up in smoke.
She remembered how she had watched Tammy smoke the cigarette and how her nipples were stiff under her sweater. Then later, when she was fucking John, she remembered how her cunt came down on her mouth. She just sucked it. It didn't matter. She was so stoned and so turned on she would have sucked anything.
It had tasted fine. Pulling on the lips she remembered how they tasted acrid and how her hole was tight around her tongue when she shoved it inside.
Her clit had been long and dangled further down than Sheila's. She remembered how much fun it was to pull it against her teeth and feel Tammy jump with delight.
His cock had been going back and forth in her pussy so fast, she could hardly breathe. Faster and faster it had moved until she was clawing and chewing blind and deaf to everything.
Faster and faster he had tormented her until she came, gnawing on her pussy. It wasn't fair! They had made her do it!
"I didn't want to!" she howled and buried her head in the pillow, crying hard. "I really didn't want to." But even as she cried and her tears made the pillow wet, she knew the he to it.
She had loved it. Soft and flowing she had moved under them. It was delicious to feel Tammy and John on top of her like that. Their bodies were like a hundred mink-covered fingers caressing her.
As she cried, she rocked harder and harder back and forth. Her arms were around the pillow and her whole body was shaking with the sobs.
It came in waves as she remembered how good it had felt to have them poking their fingers in her ear and cunt. Their tongues swishing around her ass-hole together had driven her wild. It made her feel like some kind of sucking animal when they did that. It was better than anything she had ever felt.
Then her tears would dry and she knew that she wasn't really sorry for it. But as she thought about what she had done and how horrible it was, her throat got choked again and the tears would spill out. Over and over it happened until she felt as if she would burst from crying.
"I'll never get to be a doctor," she moaned, pressing her face back into the pillow crying. "I'll end up a fucking secretary," she snarled with sudden vehemence.
She gritted her teeth and thrashed her head around on the bed as if she were in convulsions. Her long sandy-blonde hair was twisted around her head, stray strands matted to her face with the tears.
Finally exhausted, she rolled over on her back and breathed deep. The air felt good, as if she had not tasted it for a long time. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes.
When she lay like that and thought of Tammy and John, she ran all hot and cold. At one instant it seemed to her wonderful to have them both lay with her, kissing and stroking. Then her belly tingled with excitement and she remembered John's hard body on top of her, stroking himself back and forth like a worm.
Then she curled her toes and closed her eyes rubbing the back of her hands between her thighs in delight. Her stomach and tits tingled deep with desire when she thought of them like that.
But just as suddenly her blood would run cold. Her belly would turn to ice and turn over. She was afraid. She had not felt that afraid ever.
Somehow it was frightening to make it with those two together. She didn't understand and she could hardly bring the words up into her head to explain it. It was all such a new and horrible feeling.
Somehow it was a feeling she had never felt before. She searched down inside herself, trying to decide why it was she felt the way she did.
But all she knew was that she was afraid. Now that she was losing her dream of being a doctor, she had nothing. Her parents thought she should become a secretary or school teacher and she didn't know what she wanted to be now.
"They don't care about me either," she said out loud, her eyes burning again. "All they care about is having a good time. As soon as they find some else, they'll just leave me like an old rag. Some friend Tammy is!"
The fear ebbed a little with the coming of the anger. Then she clenched her fist until her fingernails poked deep holes in her palm. When she opened her hand, she saw she had drawn blood.
But the fear was gone and in its place was a resolve to control herself. She wasn't going to let them suck her in no matter how hard they tried.
She pounded her fist down on the bed in determination and felt much, much better. Even the terrible fear of not being a doctor was gone. In its place was a warm feeling of being in control, no matter if she didn't become a doctor. At least she wouldn't have to be afraid any more, no matter what the reason.
After that, she saw much less of Tammy. The older girl had a job in the university bookstore and that, in addition to her studying and sleeping around, made it so that the two friends didn't see each other very much.
When they did, the relations were less than warm. Sheila never stopped being polite, but she was still angry. Some of the feelings she had inside about controlling herself were kept alive by her anger at Tammy. To give in and confess to her how it had frightened her to make it with her and John would have meant to let down her defense. The last thing she wanted to do was let down her defense.
If she had done that, she might have ended up back in bed with Tammy. For she still thought her small delicate body was lovely. She was drawn to it as someone is drawn to a deformity, the fear of her made Tammy repulsive but she couldn't keep her eyes off her the times they were together.
Her full hard tits moved like a dancer's as Tammy moved around the apartment. It was so easy to imagine her naked and smiling her drugged half-smile as they made love.
Tammy was like a coin. Bright and shiny on one side, all she had to do was take a few tokes of a joint and she spun around landing smoky-side up.
Then her eyes, light brown and lucid became darker and her face, so sharp and delicate seemed to grow wrapped in a haze. It wasn't only the wreath of grass smoke which always enveloped her when she smoked. It was also the warm flushed feeling which ran through her like a river washing away her bright shiny smile.
In its places was a warm furry glow and half-closed eyes. Her movements became lost and she smiled soft and sweet like a drunk knowing she was still as lovely as before.
Then her body was no longer lithe and always moving. It was when she was stoned that she seemed to run down into the child Sheila remembered. Lying on the couch, Sheila had seen her hardly moving, holding the joint between her thumb and forefinger, passing it languidly.
Not until she began to make love stoned, did Tammy again become lithe and strong. Moving under John's caresses, she had been like a locomotive building speed and power. Each stroke over her breasts made her belly tighten and move with a sure taut ripple.
Her breath had panted harder and Sheila despite her fear remembered it a hot dew on her face. Each caress made Tammy grow long and hard again. Her body moved like a whip against the two of them. Her thighs and calves had churned like a roped stallion's when John had jammed his fingers into her honey pie.
She had twisted around his lingers hot and hard, growing more and more lost in the dope haze as she did. Brushing their tits lightly together had made Sheila pant in ecstasy. Her red nippled had been hard and like little stones perched on her chest as Tammy brushed over them.
But that's all over, Sheila thought decisively, turning away from her daydream. I'm not going to get mixed up in that any more, she thought, focusing her attention back on Professor Rosen.
He was going on about a benzene ring and Sheila found it impossible to keep her mind focused on his word. Her eyes kept wandering to his crotch and searching out the bulge there which marked where his prick rubbed against his dull-blue trousers.
Each time he turned on his heels as he paced the platform she thought she could see the tip of his prick poke against the fabric.
She tried but she couldn't keep her mind off the good fuck in his office when she had felt his prick slide hot and wet into her.
She rubbed her thighs together in discomfort and shifted around in the seat. He looked up as he was talking and gave her a faint smile as he saw her move. She buried her face back down in her notes and blushed deep crimson.
She pressed her legs tighter together as if he were trying to look up her skirt. As she did, she felt her labia damp with her desire.
The rest of the lecture she assiduously avoided looking at him. It was as if he were walking back and forth on the platform with his prick hanging out of his pants. It took a supreme amount of willpower to keep from looking at him, but she did it.
As the term progressed, it became easier and easier to go to organic and the rest of her classes. She rearranged her room and found it much easier to get her studying done. She no longer spent her hours in the library staring at the ceiling or roaming aimlessly through the stacks.
By the Christmas vacation she was rolling along. She was pulling "A's" in all of her courses and she was confident of making it through the term with the grade intact.
Unfortunately, the vacation was a break between the last week of classes and finals. It meant that she had to go home and hassle with her parents before coming back to take her finals.
She managed to convince them that she had to stay up at school for the last half of vacation to get some work done. They bitched terribly about it and said she was an ungrateful daughter.
But it was getting easier to handle them and their twisting and turning didn't bother her quite so much. It was almost heaven to be back at school after being home. A lonely heaven but Sheila was beginning to think that was what heaven was.
After the forced gaiety of Christmas, her aunts, uncles and horrid little cousins, the quiet of the apartment was welcome. She really didn't think she had weathered the whole thing too badly.
They had stopped complaining about her transferring and her grades were beyond reproach. Although they didn't stop braying about what a wonderful teacher she would make with her good grades, it didn't seem to bother her all that much.
The whole thing had been over very quickly and when she had kissed them good-bye, she had been genuinely sorry to go. They were, for all their narrowness trying very hard to find a way to love her.
Even so, the blessed feeling of relief she got on the train was almost as strong as if she had injected some miraculous drug.
Rocking and rolling along the aged roadbed the train made a sweet sound. "Away-chick, away-chick, away-chick," it intoned and she listened with her head leaned up against the glass. The town was quiet and she felt very peaceful.
Even so, the days alone in the apartment started to drag. She was glad when classes started again, and Tammy came back. For the first time she embraced her with real warmth, and listened to her stories of her week, which involved two different guys and a skiing lodge.
It was really fun to listen to her stories. It made her forget for a moment how she felt about what had happened between them. Somehow it seemed to wipe everything that had happened away for a moment.
But after an hour or so, Sheila got tired of listening to how "groovy" the guys Tammy had been with were. Suddenly, she was very bored with all the stories about the dynamite drugs and the great balling. She got angry and jealous all at once and in a very poorly concealed huff went into her room to finish a paper she was doing.
When classes started again, she didn't see very much of Tammy which was just as well. Her work consumed her again and she let it.
The week of exams was a breeze for her. She took the tests by storm and aced each one in its turn. By the end of the week she was sure she had gotten "A's" in all her courses. But the more sure she got, the less it meant to her.
When her last exam was over, she walked out of the gym into the soft, cold snow, feeling so desolate she didn't know which way to go.
Each direction seemed destined to take her some place flat and boring. Empty and cold she walked through the open walks and stark trees. All around her, students bundled against the cold and haggard with the ravages of "ups" passed her.
Late in the afternoon, she wandered back to her apartment and made herself a cup of tea. Sitting in the window and watching the snow fall made her feel as if the whole building was flying through a space filled with white flecks.
Slow and steady, like a spaceship bound for Mars, she felt the building move through the air. Hypnotizing her in her misery, the snow swished past the window making soft brushing sounds against the window.
Faster, little eddies spun occasionally in the greyness. But the regularity of the blanket was mesmerizing. She rolled herself a joint from Tammy's stash, feeling guilty about stealing her grass. But the smoke felt good going down and in a minute, she didn't care.
She was warm again for a little while. She watched the color drain out of the sky and soon the sky was black. On the floor, all she could see from the window was empty sky. No lights or trees softened the transition and it was very abrupt as the light just drained away.
Soon her whole body was glowing with the grass and her mind was struggling out from under her depression. In a muddled way she tried to understand what was bothering her.
She was hornier than she had ever remembered. Even when she had been a virgin, she had never felt the need so much to feel a man thrusting in her, taking away the empty feeling.
Taking her further and further with his caresses, she wanted a man to move her. She wanted someone to feel her where she could not feel herself. Even masturbating had lost its kick. It no longer was even a poor substitute for screwing.
But she gave up, in the face of desire, trying to figure what it was bothering her and started scheming how she could find someone to make it with.
She forgot her resolve not to sleep around any more. She forgot all her terror and loneliness after making it with John and Tammy. All she knew was that she was horny.
Suddenly, she remembered the improvisational theater they were putting on at school to celebrate the end of exams. She glanced up at the clock and saw she had plenty of time to make it.
Grabbing two bulky sweaters, she pulled them on over her flowered long-sleeved blouse and wrestled herself into her pea coat. The snow was swifling harder in the dark when she pushed her front door open and stepped into it.
She was puffing against the wind by the time she got to the studio. But the lights on the top floor looked warm and inviting and there were students lounging just inside the door.
The exams seemed ages ago and last term was even further away. The grass was coming on strong and she thought to herself that the last joint must have been rolled with some special stuff.
The kaleidoscope of colors and faces swirled around and she swan through it happily. Upstairs they had already started, a dozen or so actors dressed in colorful circus costumes.
The improvisation was based loosely around a circus. The different stock circus characters, the strongman, the ringmaster, the fat lady, the lion tamer and all the rest were there.
She sat in a heap amidst a pile of happy "freaks" talking and laughing, obviously stoned out of their minds. One guy was rolling back and forth on the floor quietly, a grin on his face, tripping his brains out.
They passed her a joint as she sat down and she took one very long toke and was gone. Colors swirled around and the room became suddenly still in the midst of the noise.
Suddenly, a cymbal crashed and the room seemed to ripple like a reflection in a stone-stirred pond. The lights glistened and shimmered.
Circus music played in the background off from somewhere. Then as if they came from a far distance, she saw the procession of circus actors, dressed in costumes, moving toward her.
The line seemed to have a life of its own as it snaked closer and she saw them more distinctly. The whole room seemed to grow and change, one second being a big top and the next a meadow.
She saw all the characters. The fat lady was an immensely fat girl dressed in a very skimpy bikini with sequins on it. The strongman was a weightlifter greased and shining in the lights.
There were torches burning and the procession snaked in front of her as if it itself were a giant animal. Then she saw him.
Standing tall and lithe was the blonde-haired boy who had taken her to bed when she had been tripping at the party. He was dressed only in very skimpy leopard-skin briefs.
His long arms and legs were tanned and his body had not one ounce of fat on it. She could see his tight buttocks as he walked in time to the music bowing to the crowd.
She could see he was the tumbler and he and a girl did acrobatic tricks as they walked along.
She saw his chest tense as he lifted her over his head. His thighs, like tight steel bands, grew tighter as he supported the weight of her.
Turning and swinging, she moved over his head and then down between his legs so gracefully. As she swung, Sheila felt her whole body start to dissolve. The same feeling she had had when he put his cock into her that night came back. She began to moan hoarsely and see the lights dissolve and glimmer.
The whole room suddenly had grids in front of it. Between her and everything she looked at she saw the grids moving against one another, making sharp patterns in the air.
Then things began to drip as if the light from the torches were oil and it were burning in a stream over everything. Her breath was harder and louder as she saw the blonde boy standing with his legs apart and his partner standing on his thighs.
Her torso was facing her and she could see her chest and thighs strain as he held her up there by the wrists. They quivered with concentration and suddenly she saw his cock grow out from his pants and ram up her ass.
Like a tree, she seemed to see it grow hard and knobby as it poked harder up her rear chute. Her straining on his legs became a dance as if his penis were a foot up her ass-hole.
Moving on the floor, Sheila felt as if his cock were up her ass-hole. She moved her ass around on the floor sensuously and pressed her fingers on her breasts. Each little quiver his partner gave made her guts swirl inside and she sucked breath frantically.
Twisting and turning on the floor she came up her ass-hole. The tingling feeling was like a red-hot poker and it filled her guts as she bucked and ground herself around. Then suddenly, the woman was on the floor tumbling and landing on her feet.
She thrust her hands over her head triumphantly and they both stood to receive the applause of the crowd. It was bizarre for the applause the crowd gave them seemed to be directed at her for her coming. She felt like standing and bowing with them.
Everything was breaking apart into jagged little pieces and she fell back down on the floor, letting herself just drift.
It seemed like hours she moved through the blackness behind her eyelids. The feeling swept through her body in waves and ripples, making her move her hands and thighs in fluttery movements.
Her mouth was open and she breathed hoarsely between her teeth. Shivering and rocking against the people around her, they held her when she moaned. She felt as if she were a baby being rocked and the feeling was so nice, she didn't want to open her eyes. She trusted them so much.
Then she sensed the torches had gone out. The warm spot in the room had suddenly gone cold and her body sensed it without her eyes seeing. Then he was bending over her.
"How you doing?" he asked and she opened her eyes. He had on a T-shirt and blue jeans and his hair was in a tight pony tail. She smiled at him and reached out her hand.
He pulled her up and in that movement, she felt his powerful chest and legs as they worked. He was like a greyhound, his chest flat and even with his muscled belly.
Even when he carried her there was a hunch to his shoulders and she felt his body like a bow against her. She leaned her head against his chest and felt his heartbeat. She rubbed her whole face and smelled his sweat.
"You're really tripping, aren't you?" he said. She nodded and rubbed her face against his breast. Under his thin white shirt, she felt his nipple hard and she bit it. He laughed and the laugh rumbled deep in his chest, feeling her with tenderness for him.
She hugged him tighter and he hiked her up higher in his arms.
"Why don't you come back to my place, little girl?" he said.
"Only if you tell me you're name," she said, looking up into his face. His long face was changing and moving like it had that night at the party. She could feel his fingers and the muscles of his chest moving and tensing, holding her firm.
"Don't you like me being a stranger?" he asked.
"No," she said, burying her face in his chest and almost bursting into tears. He pulled her close and stroked her hair.
"I'm sorry," he said. "My name is Bob and I know your name is Sheila. I know your roommate Tammy. I've been hoping I'd see you around, but I haven't."
She nodded her head as he carried her into the foyer and she put her sweaters on. She was trembling against him and as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her out into the snow, she felt as if they were setting out for the South Pole.
In the time she had been inside, the snow had accumulated in little drifts, dry and powdery on the paths. They plowed through it and she felt like a ship moving through the ocean, making a foamy white bow wave.
Her whole body rocked back and forth and she felt as if she would just fall over in the snow and freeze to death if he should let her go. But he didn't, and after what seemed like an eternity, they were finally there.
It was like another world inside his house.
Warm and orange everything glowed. The cat and curtains were soft and the rugs on the floor muffled everything so she felt as if she were walking inside a womb.
He lit the fire and soon she was sitting in front of it. She rubbed her hands together and began to feel the heat of the flames.
Suddenly the paper caught the first thick pieces of kindling and it burst high up into the chimney, yellow and wild.
Her heart jumped into her throat as she watched the flames lick at the wood. She pulled off her two sweaters and lay them on the floor to warm up.
Her blouse felt thin as gossamer in the heat. She leaned back on her arms stiff behind her and pushed her bare feet close to the flames.
The heat was delicious on her soles and she wiggled her whole body delightedly. Under her blouse her breasts brushed the silky fabric and suddenly she wanted to take it off.
"Why don't you take your clothes off and curl up by the fire," Bob said as if reading her mind. "You look like you could really dig that." She grinned at him and opened the button down the front of her blouse.
He helped her pull it off her arms and she lay on her back and he opened the snap to her blue jeans. Her big lovely body had profited by the stay at the university.
Tammy's style of cooking had taught her to eat rice and vegetables and the ten pounds she had lost made her a stunning figure.
Her belly was gently curved in two hills, her bellybutton in a valley. He watched her skin, less tawny than he remembered it, moved satiny in the orange-yellow glow of the fire.
Her arms were over her head and the hair under her arms, long and unshaved glistened with tiny drops of sweat. He licked his lips longing to taste all her flavors, her armpits, lips and vagina.
Her hips moved from side to side on the soft worn rug as he slipped her jeans down her thighs and calves. Her legs lifted and he pulled her pants off.
Her pants, bulging at the crotch with her mons, were damp with her juice. He slipped his fingers under her elastic waistband and she sighed.
"Oh," she moaned, heaving her tits up and down with desire. "I can feel your fingers all over my belly. They feel like feathers and soft things. It really turns me on."
He laughed and kneaded the flesh on her belly softly. Her muscles rippled under the skin. Her breath moved in and out and she moaned.
In her eyes she saw shapes unfolding and contracting with the strokes of his supple fingers. He seemed to form her like putty and she moved sensuously on the floor.
Her naked behind rubbed down onto the rug until she could feel the nap between her ass cheeks. Each time he pushed, she traced patterns of joy along her thighs and hips.
Over and over he caressed her middle until she felt as if she were going to come around his hand as if it were a cock.
"Please," she moaned and reached up for him. She saw him smile and his smile became devilish. She saw horns and a tail sprout from him and felt a hot terror in her which she thrilled at.
He stood up and stripped his clothes off with the fire casting angry orange streaks of light over him. His shadow was absolutely black in the room and the only light was from the fire.
She watched him take off his low boots, standing on one leg at a time, his thighs bulging. Then he stripped his shirt and pants in quick fluid movements. She saw the shadows on his ribs and she could see his lings as if his skin were transparent.
In and out his breath went and it seemed as if his whole body was a giant phallus. Then his briefs were off and she saw his penis. It seemed a gigantic engine which pulsed two and three inches each time the blood spurted through it.
Pounding hard, her blood moved in turgid waves in her belly. He knelt over her and put his mouth down to her vulva. She felt his breath hot on her lips and then his tongue on her clitoris.
Like a sharp jolt, the tip of his tongue touched her love font and the shock made her twist her hips around and buck up at his mouth.
He grabbed her ass in his hands and crushed the luscious flesh. She tensed and he pulled her flesh in sweet strokes.
She groaned in the back of her throat and the spit gurgled as she breathed. Wet and hot like a boiling ocean he moved his Ups and tongue against her pussy and she spread her legs more and more.
Deeper and harder he chewed with his teeth into her tender inner labia. The quivering membranes were like gelatinous cave walls as he lapped and sucked.
He pushed his finger deep up into the wet hole and chewed down on her clit, making Sheila moan. Faster and faster she twisted around on his tongue. He spluttered and moaned as she buried her fingers into the back of his head and dug in.
Pushing deeper and deeper with every finger grasp, she made him eat her out like she had never been eaten before. She didn't care about sucking him or doing anything reciprocal.
Swinging her ass around, she lay back and grooved on the frantic lapping and chewing at her snatch. He nibbled at her clit, pulling the long, hard thing up and out, making her quiver with delight.
She pushed his mouth harder into her cunt and planted her feet on the floor, pushing her pussy up at him, Bob loved it and licked deep into the acrid love slash.
His fingers churned at her ass and plowed up into her ass-hole. She felt as if a thousand tongues and fingers were churning at her snatch. Faster and faster he moaned and she felt split up the middle.
His long, hot tongue flashed in and out of her hole but the more she rolled her hips against it, the more she wanted something solid.
"Come on, don't wait to do it," she pleaded, clawing down his back with her fingernails. She sighed and moved her body soft along him as she felt him moving up between her legs.
First his chest and then his belly slid up over her cunt. As if she were reading a road map, she pictured his body in her mind and anticipated what was next.
Then his belly narrowed and she felt her legs around his waist. On the inside of her thighs she felt his hard hips. That's when she tingled with the thick pubic hair which tantalized her spread-open love lips.
Deeper and harder he pressed against her and she felt the thick hot tangle of his box hot against her open crack. She crushed her thighs together, writhing with longing and he pressed up her until she felt the length of his hard penis against her snatch.
Her lips seemed to nibble at his prick as she moved every muscle in her body against him. Over and over she panted in his ear, pulling the tiny hairs at the base of his neck tenderly.
"My hands," she panted. "My hands!" she moaned, and they fluttered faint and weak on his back. Shooting through her belly flashes of lust made her twitch and she clutched him with her legs.
Pressing the strange-feeling hands against his muscled back, she felt as if he were a hot rod between her legs.
Pumping hard and furiously she felt the tip of his cock move up against the hole of her cunt and poise there. Then, in an agonizingly slow arch he moved his body away from her and angled the shaft of his prick around until it was set to plunge.
"I can't stand it," she howled, suddenly finding her whole body charged and powerful.
"Oh baby," he shivered in her ear as her legs and arms clutched him down into her honey roll. Hard straight and along he stroked all the way inside and rolled his hips with his rod inside. To the hilt he plunged and she screamed. Long and hard it came, a passionate howl from her center. "Give it to me!" she begged long and loud on the last word.
He pulled his steaming cock out and plunged in until his balls were banging against her anus and his pubic bone banged hers.
In and out, sending charges hot through her whole body he moved. Her legs pumped on the back of his, her heels grinding up and down on his thighs.
Panting and twisting, she pulled her fingernails into his back and pulled him over. Away from the fire the chill made her press closer to him. Her ass was cold as it bobbed high in the air with each of his hard strokes. '
He reached around and ran the tip of his finger against her ass-hole. Her lovely buttocks tensed as she felt his finger rim her shit hole.
Around and around he teased her as he plunged his dick in and out her cunt. Then he ran his finger down into her vaginal hole from behind and pressed it in alongside his prick.
The extra thickness made her moan with pleasure but he didn't keep it there long. Dragging cunt juice up her ass crack he lubricated her nether hole and rammed his finger all the way up.
She pressed her body savagely down on his and howled with unsuppressed delight. She threw her head back and pressed her long neck on his face, undulating her pleasure.
"Yes!" she moaned long and hot, her voice wavering as she bucked his fingers up into her ass-hole. She tensed her shit tube tight around his finger and ground his cock hard between her legs.
Twisting and humping up and down until her body moved like a whip. Faster and harder she screamed and came with his cock and fingers jammed up her middle.
She couldn't speak and didn't want to. Her mind roared as she let him kiss her neck so hard his teeth sunk in. He was like a clam sucking brutally until the blood flowed. But her mind and body were racing hard and feverishly so nothing felt painful.
Only pleasure rolled through her belly and hips where his hand held her. Pumping her hips in his grasp, she felt the electric tingle explode but it was harder than she had ever felt it.
Harder even than the last time she had tripped out, it came. It was all the passion of the party-fuck coming back on top of the luscious feelings of Bob's cock in her pussy at the moment.
Harder, until she felt as if he were battering to open her wide asunder, she felt him pound his dick up her.
"Yes," she moaned coming and feeling his gism pounding in the base of his prick. Bulging around his cock, her labia felt his blood and come pound together until she screamed and felt him shoot like a star up into her vagina.
Pounding his finger and penis deep into her, he moved frantically, shooting come hot into her pussy. Deep and hard he plowed up into her and she howled with delight sucking him dry with her long luscious body strokes until they had melted into one.