This story is the sole copyright and imagination of venomlegions! Any similarities to any characters or situations is coincidental and unintentional! No malicious intent is insinuated or inferred!
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-one-
"You want the margarine?" Larry asked.
"Nah." Johnny thrust a big finger into Linda's asshole and wiggled it "She's slippery enough to get a Cadillac up there, I bet."
She heard the unzipping of his fly, and then, before she had a moment to brace herself, he had grabbed her by the hips and plunged the mushroom head of his cock through her asshole and had positioned the shaft crotch-deep. The rough denim of his pants scraped against the cheeks of her ass.
She gasped and whimpered-his cock was much thicker than Larry's, and was uncomfortable for the first few pounding strokes, but then she managed to relax and accommodate her inner channel to its bulk, and wondered if she should try the squeezing trick on him.
Before she could make up her mind, he was saying: "I want you to stand up, teach... back off the chair, huh?"
Awkwardly, impaled by his thick, rigid weapon, she managed to work first one foot, then the other to the floor, and levered herself up with her arms.
He grabbed her around the chest, bolding her breasts in a firm grasp, making her stand on tiptoes; then he caught her about the waist and lifted her, holding her suspended so that her asshole was at the same level as his cock.
"Nah," he said. "It ain't going to work."
He carried her suspended to one of the chairs in front of the television and sat down with her on his lap, which seemed to drive the invading cock deeper still.
"See," he said to Larry, "this is the way I had that chick in the bus. Kind of restful, huh?"
He fondled Linda's breasts casually.
"Want to see me make her come?"
"Sure." Larry sat down in another of the chairs and fastened his eyes on them eagerly.
Johnny dropped one hand down to Linda's crotch... then took it away again and said: "Nah... you can do that, teach. Let's see you diddle yourself, huh? Make yourself come."
Linda found herself blushing. Somehow the idea of doing that in front of them was difficult to take. But obediently she put her right hand against her pussy and worked her index finger between the hair-covered labia.
Her own touch excited her more than she had expected. As her fingertip grazed against her clitoris, a sweet spark of sensation zipped through it, and the little knob leapt into hardness.
Johnny's hands kneaded her breasts, massaging her nipples with his palms, his touch strong and sure. Twin threads of sensation ran from her nipples down to that dark place in her belly where the sex tension seemed to build, meeting the sparks of electricity her finger stirred in her clit, and the massive, filled feeling of her rear canal.
She wriggled her finger, and a more demanding spasm flashed across her pussy. Her toes curled for a moment. Glancing at her breasts, she saw that beneath Johnny's fingers, the little pink towers of her nipples stood erect and demanding. Experimentally, she touched one with her unoccupied hand, her fingers brushing against Johnny's in a curious unity of purpose.
Then she returned her attention to the more urgent needs of her rapidly inflaming pussy.
She started to rub her forefinger gently along one side of the deep groove between the outer lips, for a moment she pressed luxuriously against the hardness of her clitoris, then when the sensation threatened to overwhelm her, she went to the other side of the groove. She ran her fingertip down to the tight entrance between the inner lips, only a tiny distance away from the spot where Johnny's huge pole impaled the tautly stretched ring of her stuffed asshole.
Dreamily, she fondled the base of the invading shaft, and he gave a grunt of pleasure.
She thrust one of her breasts more firmly against his hand, and his big palm circled deliciously upon the up-thrust nubbin of excited tissue.
She insinuated her exploring forefinger between the palpitating inner lips, lust a little way.
"She can't wait to get the real thing shoved up that juicy pussy," Larry said eagerly. "Look how she's trying to ram her finger up it-she'll pop her own cherry in a minute!"
Johnny chuckled.
"That'd be something, huh?"
"Shit, it'd he a fucking waste, that's what!"
"Man," Johnny murmured, "it sure feels good, having a chick squatting on your dick... letting it soak in all that good warm greasy hole..."
"Bet she likes it too," Larry said. "A good hot dick filling her up."
"Sure she likes it. Cunt juice running down all over my balls," Johnny announced.
"Damned if I..."
"Yeah? What's on your mind, Larry?"
"Damned if I don't come over there and take a taste of that juice... licking a chick's twat when another guy's cock is shoved up her ass... that ought to make her come like the Fourth of July, huh? Jeeze... I'm going to try it!"
He came scurrying across and crouched down in front of them.
Johnny spread his legs wide so that he could get between, and Larry caught Linda's thighs and rested them over his shoulders, slipping his hands beneath them to tilt her slightly backwards.
"Okay," he muttered, "get ready for something real nice, teach. I'm going to make you blow the top of your fucking head off, you're going to come so fucking hard!"
He took a deep breath.
"Open it up for me,"" he ordered. "Pull those juicy lips wide as they'll go, huh?"
Linda felt a curious shiver of anticipation wrack her body as she obediently set her fingertips on her plump labia and drew them apart. This man, who had made her lie on the floor while he fucked her between the tits, who had forced her to hike her ass up high while he screwed into her, was now abjectly kneeling before her, all his attention concentrated on giving her
pleasure, on making her come...
His tongue swept in a broad stroke over the exposed inner lining, like a dog affectionately licking; then he had shaped it into a bluntly pointed probe and began eagerly searching for every crevice, digging into every recess of the outer structure.
"Oooh," Linda moaned blissfully.
The velvety dagger of his questing tongue invaded the inner lips, then swept upward along the little valley, and she jerked violently as it flickered unbearably over her tightly engorged clitoris. Almost she came, but not quite, for he pulled away just in time.
Then the maddening, wet, hard-soft explorer flicked away from her pussy and moistly explored the inner surfaces of her thighs, again licking with broad tongue-sweeps, all over the delicate white skin, even down as far as the folds of her knee joints, which made her squirm with ticklishness.
Johnny was panting; her reactions to Larry's stimulation of her body was sending waves of sensuous motion through his deeply embedded cock.
"Ooohh," Linda moaned again.
Johnny pinched her nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send deep shudders through her.
"Oooh... ahh," she cooed blissfully.
"Keep that twat spread for me," Larry told her, and a moment later he was puffing warm air onto the delicate inner membranes, and the incredibly delicate sensation made her skin prickle and rise up into goose-bumps.
"Please," she begged.
He drew his head back and looked up at her, eyes gleaming with triumph.
"What do you want, huh?" he demanded. "Tell me what your begging for, huh?"
