I tenderly glide my fingers over her round bum cheeks... my fingers often teasing the wrinkled flesh around her anus.
Whack, whack... whack... whack, whack, I spank her hard... then delicately wiggle my hand between her thighs, my thumb pressing her anus... forefinger tickles between her wet labia...another moan... bringing wetness to her puckered rectum I press firmly on the wrinkled dark red skin... she rolls her hips up to me in acceptance.
Whack, whack... she squirms... whack, whack...
I reach under, tweak a nipple... lift her up, by tugging her ponytail. "Fetch me a beer and a joint, hurry." Slap, slap, she hustles to the cooler, grabs a beer opens it, picks up a joint, returns, I take the beer she places the skinny weed cigarette between my lips, holds the lighter for me. I toke, "squat facing me." She does. "Dee, you are my sex slut slave tonight, you will do as I say, when I say; if someone wants to participate, you tell them they need to ask my permission, as you are exclusively my slave for the night... understand?"
"Yes."
I want you to repeat, "I am Grant's sex whore tonight, I'll do everything he and only what he instructs... Dee, I want everyone to hear you say that."
She loudly states "I am Grant's sex whore tonight; I'll do only as he instructs."
I hold my beer bottle to her bosom, lacing it under her t-shirt, between her tits. "Dee, press your nipples against this." I hold the reefer to her lips, she tokes it. "Is it cold, does it make your tits tingle?"
"Yes." I take the bottle away "I'd prefer if it was my cock between those." The doorbell rings, she smiles, "Me too." Passing her the joint, I lean back, take a chug of beer. In a low, demanding voice, "Touch yourself Dee, tease yourself; but do not cum."
Jasmine and Cheri step onto the deck.
Tess does quick intros; gives the 2 girls a quick rundown on who's who, and that Dee is my bondage slave tonight.
Gawd Cheri looked sexy, her exquisite, hourglass formed figure in a light blue crocheted crop top and mini skirt, not quite see through, but there is a lot of skin showing as the knitting is loose, leaving just enough covered to add a little to the imagination.
Jasmine is wearing fuzzy, Pippy Longstocking type, bright neon blue, green and yellow, striped leggings, white opera gloves, extremely tight, red latex panties, her bare breasts already sporting erect nipples.
"Tess, you never told us how to dress, you're all so casual." She spins, "I was going for a red-carpet vibe." She spins for all to see. "I had a matching latex bra, it kept sliding off, as you can clearly see." She cups her tiny bulges, "I don't have enough boobs to hold anything in place." She looks down, cradling the small cups. "I tried duct tape... that kept it in place, but Cheri said it looked rather tacky, so I came with nothing." She raises her arms, twirling again. "I mean I do have nice boy tits;" She squeezes them, "Don't I?" She waves them, "I mean they're all I got, and I think they're hot, they're very sensitive... and really who needs anything more than a mouthful, right." She covers them, "if you don't want to see them, give me something to hide them... a Band-Aid?" She giggles, we're all chuckling.
Jasmine's eyes catch Dee, squatting, fondling herself, she moves to Dee, falls to her knees, "OH MY GOD," Jasmine's holding her face; "Why Lord, why do you torment me like this?" Jasmine pokes Dee's right tit with her forefinger. "When I was on the assembly line, I know I got missed... everyone makes mistakes, even you... I accept that, but now... you taunt me... showing me where they went." She once more pokes at Dee's unusual orbs... looking skyward, "It's obvious she already had a decent set, why put mine on top of hers... WHY... she didn't need 2 sets, and I got none." She feigns crying. "Boo hoo hooo." We're all laughing. Jasmine stands, looks down at Dee, in an emphatic voice, "I'll get the last laugh," Jasmine wags her forefinger at Dee. "When we're in a senior home and your nipples rest on your thighs, I'll stop my walker, rip open my gown and yell "Which ones you wanna play with now?... mhuuh haha." An evil laugh. Everyone else laughs.
She spins quickly toward Marcel who just lit a ziggy. "Ah, that smell," She leans her head forward, like a hunting dog, narrowing in on a scent. "I want some." She does a purposeful slow stalking strut towards him, "my favorite aroma." but doesn't stop at him, she goes to Darlene sitting next to him, "Ahhh, yesss." She drops to her knees, pushes Darlene's legs wide, moves the bikini fabric aside and buries her face in Darlene's crotch. "Nyumm, nyummm nummm" she loudly declares, "delicious... pussy juice... my favorite." Darlene's stunned, but obviously aroused. Jasmine stands, leaving as quickly as she arrived.
Taking the weed, "My second favorite." She tokes... puts one leg on Marcel's chair. "These leggings are making me sweat; can you help me kind sir?" Marcel rolls the first legging down. She lifts her other leg. He slides that one down to her ankle. She keeps the marijuana and moves in front of Ed. "I'm still sweaty, I think it's the latex," she steps over his lounge chair facing away, like a seasoned stripper she bends over, her hands on the chair by Ed's feet, her legs spread above his torso, she bends her knees... her bum wiggling mere inches in front of his face. "My cunt can't breathe, please help me kind sir."
Ed, starting at her knees, slowly runs his hands up the back of her legs, thumbs along her inner thighs, stopping with his forefingers resting on the lower edge of the black latex hardly covering her round ass cheeks. His thumbs squeeze her puffy camel toe. His fingertips follow the hem around until his forefingers meet below her anus. He sits up, biting her ass cheek... pulls her pelvis back... his face between her cheeks, his nose presses into the bulge. "Doesn't smell like sweat." His tongue follows the lower hem along both buttocks. "No sweat here." His finger sneaks under the tight latex and wiggles into her crotch gap... removing the slick digit he licks his finger. "Nope, that's not sweat," sucking his finger, "if you don't believe me, maybe we need to get a second opinion," he holds the shiny material aside... reinserts his finger... adds a second... Jasmine moans and writhes her hips. "I do believe that's secretions... sexy... succulent... exceedingly horny pussy juice."
Jasmine sits her bottom on his lap, lays back... head on his shoulder, "Second opinion be damned, you started, you finish." He sensuously, slowly, caresses her inner thighs, taking hold of the sides of the latex, tugs them, she plants her feet, lifts her bum, arches her back for him to draw the shiny black bottoms off. Once past her butt cheeks... she brings her feet toward her head... when the latex is clear of her feet, he drops them... grabs an arm. He puts his feet between her ankles and spreads her wide. His arms over hers she was trapped, pinned on the chair, he has full access to her naked body. His right hand goes directly to her twat... a firm rub on her clitoris... middle 2 fingers easily slide in... his left fingers cover a tiny tit.
He lifts his glistening fingers to Jasmine's lips, she licks them. "What say you Grant, I still think we need a second opinion... a second, totally unbiased opinion?"
I catch his drift. "Yes, that is a great idea. Dee, crawl over there like a cat stalking its prey... dip your fingers in... get yourself a sample." Dee catlike crawls to them... Ed's legs holding Jasmine wide... his fingers stretching her labia apart, Dee slides 2 fingers into Jasmine's gaping pussy. Jasmine's eyes wide... watching her. "OH, Lord no, green eyes too, you give her a pair of the greatest fucking tits on the planet, stunning good looks, thick, wavy, red hair and you see reason to adorn her with green eyes too." She rocks her head from side to side. "My gawd what else... are you a contortionist... so you can tongue your own labia... make yourself cum whenever you want." Everyone laughs again. Jasmine raises her head. "Geezus, you're frikkin hot, absolutely the sexiest female I ever saw."
Grant speaks "Is there room for another Dee? try 3." Dee easily inserts a 3rd finger. Grant asks, "Dee, is it sweat?" Dee shakes her head. "Start at her knees Dee, use your tongue, make sure there's no sweat anywhere on her thighs; but don't touch her vulva." Ed is nibbling Jasmine's neck and fondling her breasts, teasing, rolling the tiny nubs.
Jasmine lays back... rests her head on Ed's chest... totally relaxes... enjoying the attention of Dee's tongue and Ed's fingers... widens her legs... sustained moaning.
"Enough Dee, get Ed and I a beer." Dee remains on all fours, passes Ed a cold one. "Ed, just in case we were wrong, and she is sweaty down there, maybe cool her off." Ed takes the hint and places the cold bottle against her wet labia, Jasmine jolts upright. "Oh, shit, that's cold." Ed holds it tightly against her as she writhes her bottom... flailing her arms, trying to move him away. He rolls it down each thigh, then up, pauses again at her labia... tapping her clit with the cold glass... dragging it up her torso... pressing the bottom of the bottle onto each hard nipple.
Dee hands me a fresh beer, "Dee, get my bag." I take a gulp. Darlene why don't you get a sample while she's so... uh... open... to testing." Darlene rushes to Jasmine fingers on her thighs her face dives in like a fighter jet homing in for a kill, she greedily bobs her head, I can't see, but only imagine she is lapping her juice, like a kitten on fresh milk. Ed's fondling both tits, nibbling her neck... Jasmine's moaning... very close to climax. "Stop Darlene... too soon for her first orgasm."
Dee returns, I open it and announce. "Seems like we have a couple gals ready to start the orgy before supper. I think I have the proper solution." I pull out a large chrome anal plug, a tapered 5 inches cone by 1 1/2" with a red jeweled end, "Dee, put this in your mouth... take it to Jasmine." She does, "Jasmine, take the plug... Dee... turn and bend over in front of Jasmine, hold your ankles and remain absolutely still. Jasmine, you seem incommensurate with Dee's beauty, disproportionate, especially her endowment, maybe you'd like to take out some frustration... jam that plug into her ass." As Jasmine hastily injects the rather large conical object past the tight sphincter muscle... Dee, jerks, shudders, lets out a short gasp.
I toss a set of vibrating eggs to Ed. "Install those in Jasmine."
