With that last delightful little song just having left her lips, little Sharon passed out and dreamt that she was in the arms of a big strong gym coach. The gym coach had his hands around Sharon from behind. He had his naked raw muscle shoved up her ass hole, and his palms rubbed smoothly at her titties. From time to time he dipped downwards, between her tender slick loins, there to go for a delightful little rubbing on her clitoris and mound. He would help himself, too, to a little feel of her labia lips, a kind of a rub and slide in the pussy wet flesh of her loins. "Mmm," he would hum to the back of her ear lobe, "aren't you a special little fuck for me? Aren't you a delightful little piece of ass…" And he would slide his penis another inch deeper into her anal track. "I love the feel of those long smooth muscles of yours getting a good hold on my penis, darling. Give me a good squeeze. Reach back here with one hand and squeeze my balls at the same time."
Sharon Pettibone followed directions. She reached back under her crotch and into the gym coach's scrotum. She took hold of his nut nest and rubbed her tender little fingers up and down across the sack. She made sure that his hairy nuts were properly stimulated, that his thick muscular thighs were sexually rubbed, that his cock shaft, what portion of it wasn't already stuffed into her exquisitely tight ass hole muscle, was massaged and tugged upon. "Mmmm, good," she would sigh at him as she rolled her fingers from underneath on his balls, as she scraped softly at his loins. "I love the feel of good sex organs getting hot and going for a nice rubbing in my ass hole like that. You do me up right, sir. Just right…"
A moment later she was back in reality. She turned around and looked behind herself. She saw that the scraping she felt in her ass hole was not from her fantasy man attacking her butt. Rather, it was from her black friend Angela riding the dildo as hard as possible in and out of her anus. The big thick plastic pecker was rolling up and down, rubbing from side to side, stretching out young Sharon Pettibone's smooth muscular anus and making hash out of her cheeks. "Jesus," she moaned, "you got to slow down a little."
Angela pulled the synthetic cock out. "I'm going to wash this thing. Then I'll do your twat up right. O.k.?"
"O.k.?" said Sharon. "That sounds nice." She rolled onto her back and waited for Angela to return. A moment later the naked black teenager returned. She carried the dripping wet dildo. "All set?" asked Sharon. "Ready for a fucking!" exclaimed Angela. "You just give me that pie to work with."
Sharon spread her legs. She wasn't far from climax. She needed a little more rubbing. Just another few strokes would probably send her. "Put it right in," she directed. "Get that thing pumping."
Angela stroked the head of the dildo against Sharon's hot, aroused clitoris. "That meaty little twat-penis of yours sure is jumpy." She pushed the boner against the clit. "There," she said, "that ought to send you."
Indeed. Sharon Pettibone saw stars. The stroking, sliding, rubbing dildo worked wonders on her clitoris. She couldn't believe how sensitive she was there. More juice flooded her chamber, just to keep up with the rubbing machine. "Jesus," she moaned half-aloud, half to Angela. "Oh, Jesus…"
She couldn't keep from thinking about falling in love with a real man. She saw him fondling her breasts and rubbing his palm down between her legs. He sandwiched her between his two hands, one set of five fingers squeezing her buttery buns, the other wrapping around her twat, her mound, gouging out her labia lips and filling her hole with digits… "Oh, God," she moaned, and she rubbed the hairy chest and manly nipples of the man who attacked her. "Give me more," she begged. He pulled her up alongside his huge erection. The boner acted like a guide-post, gave her something to do, something to think about. She landed her mouth around the head of the joint and swallowed down hard. She bit off the tip with her gums, mouthed the thing until it was as wet as it could be. She wrapped her hands around his buns and pulled even more of his boner into her boggling gorgeous face. "Mmmm, good," she hummed on the meaty shaft. "Soooo fucking gooood!" She rubbed her hands between his legs and played with his balls at the same time. She enjoyed having this man's meat in her face, this man's balls in her fingers, his rump between her sliding, massaging palms. "I love it," she said, taking his prick out of her mouth. "I really do love it." She climbed up along side his hairy chest and wrapped her legs around his leg. She rubbed her thighs up and down around his thigh. Then she took one knee and raised it up between his legs. He pressed his thighs closed on her upper ample thigh. He took his balls for a nice sliding rub on her leg. "You do that good," he told her. "You do that very well."
She kissed him on the lips. She gave him all of her tongue and then some. They Frenched like that for a moment. She let her hand slide down between his buns. She arrived at his anus muscle. She poked inwards and filled the rear cavity with a delightful tickling sensation. "Mmmm, good," she hummed, happy to have stumbled onto his anal hole. "I like to play with a good little ass hole. If you bend over…"
He bent over. He gave her what she wanted to lick. It took an hour for the foreplay. He let her rub his testicles and his buns, his anus and his mushroom head. She worked on his cock shaft, his manly nipples, his thighs. He, for his part, took to rubbing her chest, her belly, her loins. He ate out her cunt on several occasions. He used his tongue, his lips, his nose even. He worked it up into a frothy lather of hot clit juice which smelled delicious. He used a finger to poke around in her ass hole, something she greatly appreciated his doing. She rolled her buns up and down on that stabbing finger, and she worked her hips like a mad-woman when he stuck her all the way.
It was just after that that he filled her pussy with his cock muscle. Then he had his joint all the way up her vaginal tube and a finger up into her bowels, both at the same time. She wasn't far from coming when he began to pump at full speed, working both finger and phallus in a steady cadence of sexual grind which could only make her hotter, hornier and lustier. Soon it would be over, they would both melt to juice, both turn to buttery soft orgasmic climax. "Ooooh, God," she cried when her long interior twat muscles started to press closed around his penis. "Ooooh, God, fuck me good and hard. Really grind that meaty thing of yours into me. Press that hot cock dick into my pussy and make me cum. Make me cum a lot! I want to cum, baby. I want that big joint to get me so hot that I juice all over everything! You understand? Give me more of that thick boner meat of yours. That's the thing I love – hot cock boner meat rubbing in my twat-hole. You know what I'm talking about? Good. Give it to me! Make me cum, God damn it! Make me fucking cum!"
She rolled her hips in a steady gyrating motion. The inside of her sweet young tube contracted around his long hard meat. She could see, if she looked that way, his fleshy boney trunk. It was spreading her labia lips wide apart. Sometimes, on the out strokes, she could see the fleshy spear, how wet and juicy it was, how slippery and slimy that thing was getting. She could feel it stab her, rub on her clitoris and get sloppy and easier with every thrust. "Mmmm," she hummed at the thing. It had an hypnotic affect on her. She could watch it go in and out. She could see it fucking her. She liked to think: Mmmmm, I'm getting screwed, and that penis going in and out of my vagina – it's doing the screwing, and it is really fucking nice!