She looked around at her preparations, rubbing her hands up and down her quivering naked body, and decided she was ready. But somehow an overwhelming curiosity to actually see her cunt as she fucked it gripped her. She had seen Carla's, but she had never seen her own. Not as others had seen it.
She quickly got a chair from the other room. She placed it next to the bed and put a hand mirror on its seat. Then she carefully squatted over the chair and looked don at the reflection of her juicy cunt.
She ran one finger along her soft fleshy folds, slipping it up inside her cunt and reeling from the sensations. She could also see the curved mounds of her firm asscheeks. She put her fingers in back of herself and dug them into the flesh of her ass, admiring how springy and full it was.
It occurred to her that it would be thrilling to rub the oils and creams into her ass while she could watch her hands. Immediately she went to the dresser and returned to the chair with a bottle of fragrant after bath lotion.
She took some onto her fingers and began working it into the skin of her inner thighs. Then she rubbed it into her hips, and finally into her firm asscheeks.
Again she squatted over the mirror. She was hypnotized at the sight of her runny red pussy splaying open its sensitive inner mouth for her in the glass. He rubbed the shiny oil into all the flesh of her groin.
She paid particular attention to her smooth round ass, pulling apart the cheeks to see the small ring of her rectum. She tickled it with the tip of one finger, trying to imagine what it had looked like with Mike's stiff cock protruding from it.
Slowly, pulling aside one firm cheek with her left hand, watching the mirror and biting her lower lip with fascination, she introduced the tip of her finger into her asshole.
"Unnn, oh!" she gasped.
Her finger was in up to the first knuckle. She wiggled it, then gasped again, shut her eyes and grabbed the chair for balance. But without one hand to part her cheeks, she couldn't see what was going on. So she stiffened her legs for support and pulled open her ass again.
She dug the finger in deeper, to the second knuckle. It was wonderful! Her whole rectum burned and clenched and seethed with tiny spasming pleasures and pains. She rotated the finger in her ass.
"Unnhhh! Ohh," she moaned.
She gritted her teeth, hissing. For a moment she totally lost interest in the mirror reflection. She tossed back her head and shut her eyes, giving herself up completely to the burning arrows of pleasure that shot through her body.
By the time she got the finger in up to the third buckle she could hardly bear it. How did I ever take a huge cock in there? she wondered.
Panting and quivering, she noticed that she could work her thumb into her wet pussy at the same time. She could rub the thin slippery membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole between her thumb and forefinger. At the same time, she could nudge the engorged bud of her cunt with the sharp knuckle of her thumb.
Groaning deep in her throat, she lost ail thought of rubbing her body all over with the creams and lotions. She lost interest in the mirror.
Trembling and moaning with urgency, she carelessly kicked over the chair as she fell onto the bed.
"Oh! Oh, God! Oh shit, God… unh! Shit!" she gasped wildly.
She pumped her burning asshole and her dripping cunt with her hand. Oh, God! Oh, shit! Why didn't I ever do this before! She splayed her thighs wide to give her thrusting, probing, digging hand flail freedom.
She fucked up into it with her hips and pelvis, wiggling and withering. Her free hand roamed wildly over her jiggling sharp-nippled tits. She clutched and squeezed and pumped them too, in rhythm with the fast plunging hand between her legs.
She was out of control, mad with lust. The obscene wet plop of her frantic hand in the soupy grease of her pussy and the tight wet-failing hole of her flipping, squirming ass aroused her more. She grunted and gagged and tormented herself further, amazed at these unspeakable delights.
The hand that squeezed and plucked and feverishly milked her throbbing tits fled to her flexing, striving ass, clawing and twisting her cheeks. Then she brought it up to her heaving belly.
She slid the heel of her hand down again pubic bone and bore dawn on it. A wanton whinnying noise came out of her throat. Her hips bucked, and her whole boiling body churned and struggled for release.
"I'm going to come this time!" she panted, as if in revenge for the dream. "Oh, God! I'm going to come that time!"
The two fingers of her free hand dipped over her jumping pubic mound. They slid into the hot flowing slime of her cunt and scissored her screaming clit, holding it steady for the jabbing of her thumb-knuckle.
Then her fingers took over the attack themselves. They pinched her clit in rhythm with her ass-jabbing finger, mauling the tiny erect bud until she was choking and sputtering on the home cawing sounds that rose out of her throat.
The whole splayed seam of wet flesh that ran from her tailbone through her asscheeks to the top of her long red gash was crammed with jabbing, slippery, merciless fingers. They penetrated the juicy flayed seat of her being. They probed and plundered her everywhere, driving her crazy with screeching, screaming joy.
They lit raging fires in her blood. They spurred tight, jolting spasms in her bowels, and ignited wrenching explosion in the burbling furrow of her pussy.
"Unngghh! Ahh! Unnnggghhh!" she panted.
She grunted and arched her back, pumping wildly, working herself into a demented, flailing mass of soft pulsing spasms that mounted and swooped toward the big one. Then… oh Jesus! Here it is!
She was split, twisted, ruptured, flooded with a blinding uprush of orgasms.
"Aauungg! Nneeeeee! Oh! Aauunggg! Nnneeeeee!" she wailed.
Paroxysms of coming ripped her apart. Her finger in her ass felt like a piece of red-hot pipe. Her cunt oozed with cream, clenching in wild spasms on her thrusting fingers, bathing them in warm juice.
Finally, drenched in sweat again, sore, quivering in fatigue, she began to breathe easily again. She opened her eyes and looked down her body to her hands. They were still jammed and locked in her ass and cunt.
She let the throbbing aftershocks of coming subside completely before removing them. But when she finally looked at her fingers, sticky with her own juices, she felt sad to notice how small they were.
True, with theft aid she had just had a stupendous climax. But the tight clenching pussy she had just fucked with them had once been crammed with two massive cocks at the same time! Her tiny burning asshole had once been brutally raped by Mike's relentless tool.
And even though her lust was now temporarily slacked, she couldn't help thinking, God, that's what I really wanted!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mike was in the middle of fucking the incredible Brandi, his new neighbor, when his doorbell rang. Brandi's thighs were splayed wide, her legs kicking in the air. Mike ripped his stiff cock into her with hot passion. His mouth nearly swallowed one of her large pulsing nipples.
Both of them heard the bell, but they didn't want to stop.
"Oh, keep it in me! Keep it in me, baby! Don't stop!" Brandi panted into his ear.
"Who the fuck can that be?" he growled, pausing in mid-stroke.
Brandi gabbed his head and licked his lips with her tongue, murmuring wantonly.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me soft!" she whispered. "If we don't make any noise, maybe they'll go away."
Her warm supple body lay sexily beneath him. She French-kissed his mouth eagerly in order distract him from the still-ringing doorbell.
"What if they don't?" he said into her lips.
"They will, they will!" she gasped. "God, don't stop fucking me now! I was going to come!"