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almost managed to forget about me. But I interrupted with malicious timing:
"Now fuck," I said, and my voice was loud with power, "fuck till you drop, and make it real."
They glared at me again, and the audience muttered restlessly. I brandished my fist, and they got down
to it. The older girl lay on her back so that her head rested against the foot-end of the bed and her cunt
faced me. Her friend got on top of her, and with rising pleasure I watched as the two young cunts met
and flexed to instill passion in each other.
As before, at first they didn't want to, but when the river gets flowing it doesn't stop till it reaches the sea.
So they were caught up in their own buzzing feelings, and their fucking became so real it helped the
audience to forget its hostility for the moment to once more join in with the band.
What pure pleasure to have wrought this scene! I sat with my back against the wall, watching the asses
bob in front of me and the cunt folds stretch and contract, as the pink holes began to gleam and flood.
Around me, oily fingers slurped up tender cunts, and I could feel it all.
All my sensory nerves thrilled in tune with the sensations they felt. I knew what it felt like, those hot and
smooth cunt passages wet with nectar and pulsing with passion. Those yielding little contours inside the
cunt were as familiar to me as the palm of my hand, though a lot more exciting.
Girls fell back on the beds, helping each other jam the candles up higher, crying out, while the twosome
in front of me fucked themselves into oblivion. I moved forward and rested my head inches away from
the undulating flesh, my cheeks brushing against the wet thighs, just to see the cunt lips tug and be tugged.
I motioned for Sylvia to lie on top of me, her belly on my back and her naked little crotch pressing into
my ass. She felt good, giving my spine a little pleasure while her flesh and mine met in passionate
discourse. My tongue reached out till the tip slid along the two bouncing boxes, tasting of their
free-flowing dew as my ear caught the fine nuances of their wet sounds.
Sylvia rubbed her long, thin body all over mine, moving forward, pressing her cunt down against my
skin, and then moving back to get that friction she needed. Her arms were around my chest and she
wriggled harder and harder, hooking the top of her slit into me and bringing herself undone in a chain of
sighs and groans and mad contortions.
While she rested, I nuzzled deeper into the conjoined cunts, and they pressed closer into my mouth. My
teeth nibbled at a clitoris here, my tongue sank into a wet hole there, or I just sucked greedily at the
rivulets of nectar streaking their anxious thighs.
Under me, my cock was getting harder than ever. I waited for a moment while Sylvia was peaking, then
I rolled around and told her to suck me. She was on me in a flash, her wide mouth taking me inside and
moving my head against the wild, wet tissue till my loins began to fuck her face. I stayed in that position
for some time, fucking her cunt-like mouth and sucking at the fused boxes with my head tilted back and
pressing into the mattress. My head spun. I wanted to fuck again. Suddenly I sat up and pointed at
Benita:
"Come over here, you little pudding, and sit on my dick."
"No," she said, shaking her head violently so the dark curls flew, "I'm saving myself for marriage."
"And you're just about to collect the interest," I quipped, pulling her over. "Come on, baby, squat on
this."
She struggled mightily, protesting and appealing to the other girls for help. But she couldn't fight against
me, I was in no mood to be sporting.
I picked her up around the waist and planted her like I'd put paper on a spike. Her dark downed cunt
split open and a trickle of blood ran down my cock into the pubic bush. She screamed so loud I thought
she'd punctured my eardrums. The other girls hopped up in alarm and tried to pull her off me.
But there's something mighty powerful about picking cherries, and nothing on earth was going to wrest
this one out of my hands. I kept pushing my dick up her wet hole, oiled with juices and blood, till it was
up to the hilt. The girls were tearing at me, slapping me, calling me names, but I was resolute.
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