"I'll tell you what it is with me," said Sharon Pettibone.
"O.k., Sharon," said Angela, "you tell me all about it."
"Don't be so sarcastic," said Sharon. "It's not nice. I have something sexy to tell you. You listen and you just might learn something."
"That ought to be good," said Angela. "Me, a black girl, learning something from you, a white bitch. I mean really. And about sex, to boot. Really, Sharon. You Pettibones are just too fucking much."
The black girl rolled up her sleeves and gave Sharon a wink. It was all in jest of course. The two girls had come together because whenever one or the other of them discovered something new in the way of sexy behavior that could help make one or the other of them physically satisfied, they shared the new find. They were life long friends. Like Sharon, Angela had a pretty body. She was black like an islander more than like a charcoal black woman. She was more brown than black. She had pretty and large eyes. Her breasts were full, and the nipples were always tender. Her slit was as juicy as they come, and her smooth comely legs were as supple as baby flesh. Angela was one of the prettiest women that Sharon knew, and the fact that both girls were only fifteen made their conversations all that much more interesting.
"Anyhow," continued Sharon, "I found out something from my sister, from Debby. Look at this." She pulled a big plastic cock machine out of her purse. "You like the looks of that?"
"What is, it?" asked Angela. "Some sort of egg-beater?"
"Just about," said Sharon. "You try beating your clit with it and you'll find out."
"That's a dildo," said Angela. "Well I'll be fucking damned. I sure am glad to see that you are learning a thing or two, Sharon Pettibone. I was beginning to wonder about you."
"What do you mean, Angela? You knew all along about this thing and you never told me about it?"
"Not exactly, but more or less." Angela blushed. "I was just a little afraid to tell you about it."
"Well, well, well," said Sharon, "and we been friends like this for so long, eh? For that, Angela you get to work it out on me. How's that? Since you knew about it and you didn't tell me about it you can use it on my pussy. That sound fair?"
"I guess so," said Sharon's black friend Angela. "I guess so." She took the tool from Sharon. "Where you want it, white girl?"
"In my cunt, nigger. Where you think?" Sharon smiled as she undressed. She slipped out of her skirt first, then her panties, finally her bra and blouse. She had on all of the paraphernalia that the school required her to wear, and that was why it took her so long to undress. But once she was nude, once her big fresh titties started hanging out in the open, and once her cunt began to breathe again, she immediately got hot. "Mmm," she hummed as she spread out on Angela's bed, "this is going to be nice, eh?" She smoothed her thighs open with two palms. Her sap producing twat hole opened wide enough to accommodate an elephant hog. She reached down with two fingers and plied apart her cunt lips. "Get that thing all the way in there, eh?"
Angela smiled cool white teeth between her dark black lips, "I'm going to give you something to think about, white bitch," said Angela. "You just lay back and enjoy." Angela switched the machine to full blast. She applied it first to shaking up Sharon's smooth thighs. She rolled the machine across the tops of Sharon's legs.
Instantly, Sharon felt her body begin to quiver. She pretended that the dildo was a big hot live cock muscle attached to a big hot live man who was going rubbing up and down her smooth skin. She liked the feel of his big muscle and his strong body close to her. Of course, it was all fantasy, but at least with someone else working the machine she could easily pretend that the muscle was real. She closed her eyes tight and pretended in her mind that a big man was rubbing his penis across her leg, approaching her twat. She spread her loins and reached down and opened her pussy. "Go on," she moaned, "ain't you gonna fuck me? Ain't you gonna shove it all in there and make me cum?"
"Sure, baby," said a masculine voice, "you just relax." She thought she saw a friend of hers from high school, a boy who she'd never imagined fucking. But here he was leaning down between her legs, his big muscle large and stiff, his mushroom head inches only from penetrating her vagina. She rolled her hips up and back so that her slot opened up for him. She showed off her labia and her furry bush. She showed him her wares, her clit and her lips and her juicing interior. She used her fingers to make sure that her highly stable pussy hole was wide open and ready to accommodate just about anything at all that he might want to go stuffing in her body. She rolled over onto her belly atone point, just to be sure that perhaps he might enjoy that side of her body before the other. She was young and anxious to please him in every way imaginable. "Do you want my asshole or my vagina?" she asked him plainly.
"I want your vagina first," he said back just as clear. "I want to stuff my cock muscle in your cunt tube first, and then I will go for a little sail in your rear canal. But first the pussy, if you don't mind." He reached down and pulled her hips toward him. She flipped over onto her back and showed him again her pretty wet beaver. It was hairy and open, hot and ready. She told him to come ahead.
It was Angela who brought Sharon momentarily back to reality: "You tell me, white girl, if you want all this machine stuffed up your cunt or just a part of it."
"Don't worry. Work it in my hole. If it hurts, if it's no good, I'll let you know." She spread her smooth tender loins for Angela who speared the dildo into her body. "Jesus, fucking, Christ," she moaned, and she was off on a fantasy spree. The jerking, twisting, sliding machine was taking care of her twat, working her up and down and making her hotter and juicier while her mind was making her heart start to beat so fast that she didn't know what hit her.
Sharon was thinking about the man who was fucking her earlier. The man had her turned on her back again and he was starting to enter her body. His meaty prick head was just beginning to spear her twat lips. "Don't you want me to suck you off first?" she asked. "Wouldn't a little header help you to get hotter and feel better when you finally do it?"
"Yeah," said the man, "good thinking Sharon. You get to give me a little header because you think like that." He showed her his meat and she went to work on it, having to sit up to do so, but not minding at all once she saw what a handsome thick meat she would get to lick for her efforts. She put out her tongue and showed the young man what kind of a muscle was going to be rubbing up and down the sides of his joint. "That will do just fine," he said, and he took her by the sides of the head and face. He pulled her down alongside his pecker and rubbed her mouth along his joint as if his pecker were a track for her trolley car oral canyon. He gave her plenty of meat to do up right.
She licked and sucked and slopped on his phallic hog like there was no tomorrow. She went rolling her tongue up and down on his joint. She coated the head of his meat with her tongue. She rubbed at the base and she sucked on the bony underside. It didn't take her long to start kissing off his balls. She used her hands to hold onto his hairy buns. She rubbed her face into his groin and licked whatever was easy for her mouth muscle to reach. Then she had him turn around.
"You want a little ass kissing?" she asked him.
"You want to ream me?" he countered.
"I wouldn't mind," she said. "I kind of like a man with hairy buns and a nice little anus that I can lick out. It makes me hot, too, when the man does that to me, you know."
"Sure, baby, but me first." He leaned over on his hands and knees and showed her his asshole. "You go in there with your tongue and that will make me feel awfully nice, I'm sure." He reached back and spread his buttocks for Sharon so that she could get her tongue down into his asshole.
Sharon took a good look at the morsel offered. She poked her tongue forward and kissed the man's buns first. Then she went sliding and slopping up and down between his buttocks. She licked out his ass hole last. "There you are," she said when she was finished, "did you like that?"
"You know I did," said the man. "Now you." He had her turn around. When he had a nice view of her pink ass flesh he dove into the cave. He filled her sloppy little bunghole with his big long mouth muscle. He drilled for oil and came up with bowels. She was as clean as could be so it was no special problem for him to enjoy the reaming that he was happy to provide. "Mmmm," he hummed after a moment or two, "you sure do have a nice tasty little ass here, darling. I could eat it all day long. But you know what? If I did that I wouldn't have much of a chance to get to fucking you, now, would I?"
Sharon was quite pleased with the progress of her fantastic imagination. She was also pleased with the way that Angela was sliding that big plastic cock in and out of her spread lips. But she wanted to think about someone different fucking her.
She pictured a man tanned to a mellow brown. She saw his big agile hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her groin open and close to his cock muscle. He pulled her from the small of her back and her legs parted naturally. Her smooth thighs spread out and open and her pussy was all juice and ready.
"Fuck me, Jack," she told him. "Come into me and fuck me hard."
He smiled at her and said: "I have a nice big boner made especially for you, Sharon. Are you ready for it?" He looked down between her loins and saw how pretty her pussy pie was looking, how steamy and wet the bushy fur and spread lips were. He smiled at her again. "Are you ready for my big bone-on, darling?"
"Oh, yes," said Sharon. She, too, looked down between their two bodies. There she saw how large an erection Jack bad. He had a big long stiff muscular penis, one that could easily penetrate every fold of her interior flesh, a cock muscle that could surely bring her all kinds of sensual ecstasy. "Go on," she said. "Go on and fuck me hard with that big tool of yours, Jack. I need it. I want it. Really stuff it into me and make me cum hard. Mmmmm, come on and fuck me!" She rolled her hips in his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her hips and the skin of her ass cheeks. He searched for and found, with one long middle finger, her anus. He filled that tight muscular tube with hot boney digit. He rubbed hard at her anus until she was fully penetrated from the other side in her cunt. His meaty joint was all the way down her twat before he even considered taking his cock out of her vagina. He gave her everything at once and that blasted her into the land of sexual Nirvana.
"Shit!" she hollered. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck, shit! Fuck and shit! It's just too fucking much, darling. Jack, darling, look at it."
Because he held her loose in his arms, in his hands, he could indeed look down between their two bodies and see where his thick flesh trunk drilled in and out of her heaving pelvis. He could see how shiny his cock was with her snail-track clit juice, how bony that muscle was from excitement, and how spread out her twat lips were because he was so thick and jumbo sized in the crotch. He gave her all of his boner down the throat of her cunt.
"Mmmm, I love it," she whispered, climbing up the length of his rod. Soon all of it was in her, all of that meaty hog hard-on was buried in her pussy flesh, and there was no escaping him. She was going to be fucked so hard that she would be able to taste it in her throat.
"Kiss me," said the man. "Come close and give me your tongue." She climbed up his torso and gave him her tongue. She gave him all of her tongue, enough that he could get his mouth full of it. He swallowed on it, and she even feared that he would choke her to death, pull her tongue right out of the place where it was attached – that was how hard he ate her mouth muscle. He gave her back some of his own, Frenched her in the face, and he worked with his hands, at the same time, massaging her smooth little ass cheeks, working out with his chest against her voluptuous boobies. Her nipples were sprung like spring cherries, and her titties were mammoth, swollen with desire, ready for eating and licking and slopping. He went sliding down to them – when he had finished kissing her in the mouth – and he licked off her chest for a while.
All the time that the man worked out in his oral style on her body, Sharon continued to rock her hips back and forth, from side to side, on his massive pecker. It was like a wooden peg in her twat, something for her to work out with, something that would nail her down, tack her to whatever was behind her, make her cum…
She rolled up and down on the thick peg. She worked with it in her vagina and prayed that she would cum… and slowly but surely she realized that she wasn't in the arms of some fantastic lover, that she had no peg like phallus pushing up into her pussy, and that in fact she was enjoying the thrill of an automatic dildo, a twisting, gyrating, screwing egg-beating electric cock, wielded by her black friend Angela, that the dildo was sliding up and down in her pussy.
"Oh, God," she moaned out loud. "Jesus fucking God! I don't know what's happening. Please. What the fuck is going on?" She begged Angela to stop fucking her with the dildo.
"Now, now," said Angela, "you just take it easy, little darling. We have to get you good and hot and then you'll be alright. You understand? You just have to get a little hotter and you'll be fine." Angela had the sliding eggbeater up against Sharon's hot clitoris. The little muscle was getting quite a slippery work-out, and, in fact, Sharon had probably not been so high in a good long while. She was, in fact, very confused. She couldn't just then tell the difference between her fantasy world and the real world, but she did know one thing for sure: she was getting awfully horny everywhere in her body!
Sharon spread her legs wide. This way she could get the maximum benefit from the machine. She lifted her knees and pulled a pillow under her smooth rear end. She supported her twat at just the right angle for a proper rubbing. "Mmmm, good," she told Angela, "keep it coming and I'll be doing the same…"
Her mind drifted. She conjured up the image of herself and some strange older man. They were alone on a beach. The man was probably in his late forties. She, of course – young Sharon Pettibone was still only fifteen. She was naked, as was the man. She spread her legs wide and put her hands on her hips.
"Well, Mr. Big," she said, nodding at his muscle, at his organ. "Are you going to put that piece of sausage in my twat or what?" She reared back in laughter and showed off her clean white choppers. They looked sharp and ready for meat-eating. Mr. Big came forward and slapped her across the face so hard that her laughing, bobbing head shook with the jolt like an earthquake had hit it. "Ugh, you brute," she moaned. She went teetering down onto the sand below.
Mr. Big climbed on. He filled her breach with cock meat. The luscious slot spread wide and his big rooty muscle went jamming down into her body. He gave her the head of his cock, the thick shaft, the wide, muscular base. It was all hers, all hers to climb and cum on. She was on her way to fuck-stick heaven, up the orgasm ladder. "Mmmm, good," she moaned, impaled on the fuck rod as she was. "I love it." She squirmed like a bait worm on a hook. Her smooth golden thighs spread out and soft supple flesh rippled as Mr. Big's big boner bounced in and out of the luscious wet breach. "I love it," he said softly in her ear. "I love to screw nice young virgin meat. You got plenty of that for me, eh? Plenty of nice young virgin pussy meat to wrap around my big cock muscle, right little one? Just enough twat hole to make Charley Big feel nice and good, eh? Ha, ha, ha." He drilled down deep and filled her nice fleshy hole with all the cock hard-on he could possibly give her. It was a long slide for the two of them, especially so for young Sharon Pettibone because Mr. Big's muscle was more than nine inches long.
When she came back to reality again, Sharon saw that Angela was fisting the plastic boner faster and faster in and out of her pussy hole. "You better slow down a little," suggested Sharon, "or you're going to wipe me out with that thing. Got to save some of this for later, you know."
"Sure," said Angela, pulling the tool out of Sharon's twat. "Why don't you show me the backside and I'll give you a little tickle there?"
"Good thinking," said Sharon, and she rolled over onto her hands and knees. "Will that thing fit?"
"You just wait and see," said Angela. The black girl lifted the big plastic organ up to her lips. She sucked off the tip of it and wet down the shaft. What wasn't coated with clit ooze from the previous rubbing in Sharon's sassy twat hole was now covered with saliva. Angela located the tip of the twirling dildo at the tapered entrance to Sharon's sphincter tube. "Just want to make sure I have the exactly right angle, darling one. You ready?"
"Ready when you are," said Sharon. She waved her little cheeks in preparation for the slide about to take place in her ass hole. "Come on into me."
Angela shoved forward. She pushed the hot twisting dildo into Sharon's anus. Filling the track with mechanical cock worked wonders on young Sharon Pettibone's neat rump. The flesh appeared pinker, hotter, wetter. The ass cheeks appeared to fold open, like a can of sardines. There was an oily sheen, as with sardines, too, and her smooth globes appeared to be sweating as they swayed up and down in rhythm with the pounding mechanical joint.
"Oh, God, fuck!" cried Sharon in total passion. "I just can't… fuck!"
"Of course you can fuck, dear one," said young black Angela. "Just concentrate." She stabbed in another four inches. She rammed the big hard joint machine all the way down the rump throat. She filled the back canal with the mechanical cannon. "Nowhere to go?" queried young Angela. "No more room in there for hot pecker? I don't believe it." She stood up on her feet and straddled the area behind young Sharon Pettibone's ass. With one hand holding the machine, Angela used the other to spread out the teenager's ass flesh. She pried the two buttocks back and open. She worked the big ham-hock dildo up and down and right and left. She wormed it around, like a man working a lever which turns some terrifically large oil drill. Angela worked the hot dildo in and out of her friend's ass-hole until Sharon began to cry with delight? "I'm getting so fucking hot, darling. I'm getting so unbearably hot and lusty and… ooooh, fuuuuccckkk! Fuck me over, man. Fuck! Shit! Piss! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
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!
She climbed up along the rod. She used her labia lips like hands to hold onto a pole with. She grabbed on and kept climbing. She went up high on the flesh stalk. Her twat took more and more of the pogo stick rod. She rubbed up and down on it. "Mmmm, nice," she moaned, and then suddenly, she was back in reality.
Angela was sitting next to her. "You sure did get carried away," said Angela, flicking off the dildo. "You were in some other land, baby. It was nice to watch you sweat like that."
"Did I cum?" asked Sharon Pettibone.
"Did you cum? Jes look at that splotch there! That's gonna be one of the biggest stains you ever did see. And it's not like Mammy ain't gonna know what it is, neither. Fact is, she's gonna think I been out fucking around!" Angela set the dildo aside and leaned over her white friend. She applied her big pink tongue to the inside of Sharon's heated mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I shore do like kissing you, white baby. It's yummy yum yum good!" And she smacked her big thick black lips again and kissed Sharon Pettibone one more time right in the mouth.
"I like that, too," said Sharon. "Are you still mad at me about that stain there on the sheets?" She flicked Angela's titty tips a couple of times with one finger while she waited for an answer.
"Naw," said Angela. "After all, what are friends for?"