1. Peanut Butter


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    side and I bit my lower lip blissfully. I felt none of the panic and fear and self-disgust that I had tied down to my bed. Well, a little of the self-disgust, but I was in charge this time, not bound hand and foot and offered like a sacrificial lamb. In some ways, this was so much more satisfying than spreading my legs for a man. There was no demand for the use of my mouth, no worry about anal sex; I would not have a cock ripped out of me at the last moment to decorate my face or invade my open mouth. When Loopy came, it would be between my legs, right where I wanted it. As his thrusting became more frenzied, my own reactions became more frenetic. I was panting through my open mouth and making sexually explicit noises now: moans, sharp intakes of breaths, gasping occasionally, moving my head back and forth on the cushions, thrusting my own pelvis forward to meet his, though my position on the couch limited my effectiveness. I began to moan his name and plead for him to finish me quickly, release me from this misery, to drive me completely over the top. I raised my head and watched as our organs thrashed and ground and came together, every muscle like overstretched steel bands, every tendon like over-stretched steel cables. My vagina spasmed uncontrollably and I could feel a deep ache settling in that would be with me for days afterward. Each thrust forward hit my cervix and stretched my vagina mercilessly, compressing my uterus and making me groan in pain. I could feel the ...
    watery semen flowing out of me and down my behind, soaking the seat cushions and puddling below me on the floor. It would be quite a mess I'd be faced with when done. A mess I hadn't expected, but would deal with contentedly, a smile on my face. Finally, his attentions drove me over the top and my back arched high, leaving me supported by the back of my head and my feet on the floor. The rest of me was airborne, strung tight as a suspension bridge, my toes curled under, my fists clenched so tightly I left four crescents in each palm. I imagined myself as an electrocution victim, a thousand volts frying my insides. My vagina was the socket, Loopy's penis the plug, our combined juices the super conducting agent. I heard the words &#034Nuh-nuh-nuh!&#034 choking out of my chest and throat. I collapsed suddenly, totally spent. It was fortunate that Ron Dawson didn't ring my doorbell for another forty-five minutes. The first twenty minutes I spent hardwired to his dog, my new lover, wonderful Loopy. His knot, unbeknownst to me in my cognitive failure, had invaded my vagina and bound us together as tightly as any hip or shoulder joint. I held him and ruffed his fur and rubbed his head and stroked his sides, whispered things designed to both relax and please him. Eventually his knot receded and freed my aching vagina. Semen gushed out of me onto the floor, soaking and ruining the Persian rug. I didn't care; I hadn't a care in the world. I was just happy. So happy. I cleaned myself as ...
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