Suddenly, Sharon got so carried away with her own smooth thighs and soft skin that she tossed aside the towel and took to using just her two hands to rub herself. She rolled her fingers up and down between her legs, in her loins. She massaged her own flesh with her ten fingers. She pinched it softly and went sliding her fingers up and around her beaver. Her mound came to life like a little furry beaver.
She took one finger and crawled it into place around the place where her clitoris was. She rubbed up and down and made her clit hard and erect. She used her finger, by stroking in and out, as though it were a dick. She pressed further and further into her honey pot until finally she arrived at the far back of the canyon where she stroked from side to side with the tip of her finger. Her last knuckle was working on the lips while the tip of her finger was stretching into the back of the cave. She wanted to get a lot of stimulating rubbing done at both places.
After a moment like this she sat down on the edge of the damp tub. She couldn't help herself. The hornies had just overwhelmed her all of a sudden. She needed more sexual stimulation than even her mother thought was necessary. She went sliding her finger in and out of her pussy pie. After a minute a new idea occurred to her. She would use the douche bag and get her ass hole into the swing of things.
She filled the rubber bottle with liquid that was at about the same temperature as her body. She put on the stopcock and didn't release it until she was comfortably draped over the edge of the tub. Her titties hung into the bathtub, her feet were spread out for support on the tile floor, and she had her hand reached around behind herself to hold the nozzle in place in her sphincter tube. Then she let it all go.
"Ooooh, God," she grunted as the rubber balloon collapsed and filled her back bowels with water. "Oh, God, Jesus, fuck, piss, cunt, suck, asshole, whore bitch, crap, Christ, damn, twat, cunt, dick, pecker, prick, penis, vagina…" She let the water out over the toilet while picturing a man pumping his big hefty fuck rod in and out of her rear cave until she came from both ends at once…
After that Sharon took a comfortable enough seat against the wall of the bathroom on the floor. The tile was cold at first, but she folded her naked legs up to her chest and pressed her thighs against her titties. She reached under the backs of her legs and applied to her pussy lips a smooth and even caress with her fingers. She rubbed one digit in and out and pressed another against her clitoris. It didn't take her long to commence juicing on her own fingers and puddling on the cold tile floor. Of course, she was picturing a nice little sex scene to go with her physical masturbation…
"You fuck me good, bitch," said Sharon's imaginary man, Gary, "or so help me you'll never fuck again." He pointed a gun at her and told her to lay down.
"You don't need that," she said. "I'll just do it. You don't need that thing to make me do it." She laid down in the nude and spread her legs out. "Come on," she said, "I want you to fuck me, Gary. It's not rape at all. I like a good hot pecker like yours. I want it in me. You don't have to worry about a thing. I just want you to fuck me good. I don't have to be raped. Put it in me nice and hard." She reached down to play with his meaty hard-on.
"Wow," he said, watching her fingers slide up and down on his joint, "you sure do know your stuff, kid. If I'd known you could give that nice of a hand job, I'd have never jacked myself off before I got here? Ha, ha, ha! Ain't that a kick in the ass?"
"I don't mind if you want to kick me in the ass. In fact I'd kind of like it. Why don't you?" she suggested. She rolled into a fetal position. Gary stood up. He gave her a light kick with one foot – he was naked all over – and she complained: "You're not trying hard enough. Really kick me good. Go on. Get me in the butt and in the ribs." He reared back and kicked her hard. "Oh, God," she moaned, "yes, harder. Beat me harder. Kick me. Fuck me. Hit me and beat me. Make it good And hard. Fuck me and kick me." He pummeled her with his feet and she got hotter and hotter. Had he a whip with him, she'd have demanded that he apply it with force to her bare skin. "I want you to screw me now," she said. "Come down here and stick that big slab of hot cock meat into my vagina and make me cum all over it. That's what I really want."
He climbed down close to her, spread her legs and slapped his meat into her pie. He gave her the whole head and all of the shaft all at once. Lubrication was no problem at all. He went sliding into that clit ooze pot of hers like he was on roller skates. His joint went slamming into the back of her fleshy cave.
Long smooth wet interior muscles jammed down tight on his joint, rubbed his thick muscle and gave him one of the hottest feels he'd ever had. "I like that, bitch," he told her. "Yer good, for a cunt, that is. Yer good." He pounded his hammering meat in and out of her pie. He ate at her titties with his gobbling mouth, just to be sure that every portion of her body was properly rubbed and stimulated, and he continued to jack his joint in and out of her hole. He wasn't afraid to use his hand around the shaft of his muscle or around the back of her body, in her asshole, to make sure that she was getting the best feel possible, to make sure that he was getting the best lay possible. "Mmmm, good," they both hummed on separate occasions, "not bad at all…" His hammering phallus went sliding in and out of he hot little twat hole. "I love it," she told him. "I really do fucking love it."
A moment later he extracted his rod from her wet pussy lips. He took her two smooth hips in his hands. He pressed on one side, lifted on the other, and over she went. "Now wait a second," she complained, "I don't know if…"
But it was much too late for that. He had his cock sliding toward the highly desirable little brown hole. The spear head of his meat went jetting forward. Along the two cheeks it slid. He applied one hand to her left buttock and pulled. The ass flesh, pliant and smooth, folded out of the way. Her anus hole was left vulnerable and exposed. Into it he thrust his pecker. It took one long stab, one short. He lodged his meat firmly in her smooth anal muscle. The tube contracted involuntarily around his rod, squeezing and rubbing it up the ecstasy ladder. He lunged into her rump, his spearhead leading the way. He hit bowels and she let out a scream: "You fucking mother fucker bastard anus loving ass hole. I'll kill you, geek-face. I'll fucking kill your balls next time I get a shot at them."
He wrapped a hand tight around her waist. He slipped a finger into her pussy. She scrambled in front of her, looking for something, anything, to get a firm bold on. But there was nothing there, just the head of the bed. She reached out and took that. She grabbed it tight and her knuckles paled. She held on for dear life while Gary's hot hog went pounding, hammering in her anal tube. He filled up the thick smooth walled circle of flesh with hot penis meat. There was no room left in there for anything else. His big mushroom head enjoyed the tight squeezing that Sharon's neat little asshole was capable of doing. "Oh, Jesus," she grunted, "I wish…"
"Make it good," he mumbled, "because I don't want to hear you wish for nothin' after this." He shoved her down flat on the bed. Her fingers slid loose of the bedboard and down she went, titties and all. He pressed his stick all the way into her so that his groin went flat with her buttocks. The smooth tapered flesh of her anal entrance pressed around the root of his thickened muscle. "Oh, God, oh Jesus, oh my fucking Lord," wailed Sharon Pettibone, "I just, I don't, I, oh, fuck, shit, piss…" She could feel the twisting pecker gyrating in her anus and it was driving her wild and crazy unleashing all sorts of passions in her rump which she'd never dared to imagine existed. "Oh, fuck. Oh, shit! Piss! No! Stop! Please!"