John is waiting on the hood of his 1970 Buick GSX, waiting for Lisa to come out of her house. He quaffs his long, wavy, scrumptious brown hair. Lisa walks out in a long trench coat. Oh, what can be underneath such a cryptic wear?
“Hi.” John welcomes his date.
“Why, hello there,” Lisa says with her velvet, smooth voice.
“So where are we getting our hands on today?”
She walks up to him, and whispers in his ear, breathy, “Each other.”
John raises an eyebrow in confusion and suspense.
Lisa unbuttons her trench coat, revealing her high waisted pants, nothing else.
She takes her left hand and caresses with pressure his package and bites his neck softly.
John slams her onto the hood, ripping off her high-waisters. He tears at her black, laced thong. She teases his chest with hers. John pulls her hair to have her head rest on the hood. Her mouth “oh’s” in excitement. She can’t help herself but to beg for penetration. “Please, fuck me, John.”
He breathes slowly through his grinding teeth, grunting at her, as he bangs her with his guitar-strumming fingers. She pants and pants, imploring for further infiltration.
“Oh, yeah baby. You like that, huh?…Yeah?”
“Oh yeah… More. Fuck me from behind!” Her wish is John’s command.
But first, she pushes him against the passenger side door, unzipping his bell-bottoms.
Heading into his package, she starts licking and teasing his testicles. Grazing his shaft with the front of her teeth—spiraling her tongue all over his wide, mile-long cock. He pulls Lisa’s head closer into his pelvis. She moans for more dominating. She flickers her tongue at his whole and balls.
Leaving his warzone soaking wet, she bends over the hood of his GXS, and sways her bottom in front of John.
John inserts his genitals into Lisa’s behind and thrusts. She rides the bull from the horns. Begging for deeper penetration. He does just as he’s told. “Spank me!” John whips her with his strong hands. “Faster…harder.” He spanks her as he is demanded. “Choke me!” John takes his lanyard and gently cuffs it around Lisa’s neck, lightly tugging at her. He pulls her hair harder.
Just as he’s about to cum all in her, she pummels him onto the ground after he exits. She sucks all his freedom into her speech.
Margot and Stacy are studying in the library. “What did you get for number one?” Margot asks. “69,” Stacy respinds as she touches Margot’s thigh. Margot starts to sweat, and quickly gestures away.
Margot inspects Stacy at the corner of her eye. Stacy flips her long, luscious red hair and brushes her chest with her long, delicate fingers.
Stacy turns to Margot and whispers in her ear, “Make me wet.” Margot’s eyes bug out. She slams her book shut, grabs Stacy’s hand, and brings her to a deserted crevice of the bookshelves.
Margot is two-cents worth against one shelf; Stacy parallel to her.
The coast is clear.
Stacy idlely unbuttons her uniform button-down. Margot starts to breathe heavily. Stacy strides her lips to Margot’s right lobe, and nibbles on it, ever-so-slowly. Margot starts to moan and tremble. Stacy likes what she hears. She drives her right hand against Margot’s silky pussy, and caresses Margot’s face with the other. Stacy slams Margot’s head against the books as she passionately kisses her, still rocking Margot’s body. She kisses Margot all the way down to her cave.
Stacy journeys through Margot’s skirt and pushes her thong to the side, and licks and licks. Stacy sucks Margot’s swollen clit.
Margot grabs Stacy’s head closer, pulling her hair.
Stacy starts to suck on and finger Margot. Faster and harder. Margot starts to scream. Stacy covers her mouth. Margot can’t help herself but to moan.
Sweat starts to trill down Margot’s chest. Margot can’t take it any more.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers.
Stacy takes Margot by her open blouse and culls her to the floor, pulling off each other’s skirts. Stacy tatters Margot’s panties with her teeth. They rock back and forth, up and down, left and right. Margot’s teeth start to chatter with excitement.
“Yes!” She moans.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” Chuck, the librarian, banters.
Stacy stands up unconcealed and open, walks up to him and whispers in his ear, “Join us…” She winks. He grins. She bites her lip. Stacy strips him of his clothes and lies him down. She starts kissing him coyly and ravaging his bare chest as Margot sucks and teases on his 6-inch. “Fuck…yes…Oh, god…” he objects.
Margot lies down in exhaustion. But like a candle, she never burns out.
Chuck pounces onto Margot, inserting his roper into her while snapping her bra off with his teeth. “Yes!…Don’t stop…” He doesn’t.
Chuck starts to ever-so-sweetly throttle her, harder and more libidinously.
Stacy, on the side lines, tickers as she breezes herself, here and there, licking her soaking-wet extremities.
Just as Chuck’s goose is about to crow, Margot and Stacy fight over his mean, nasty bull. He blasts his bittersweet venom all over Margot’s chest and Stacy’s cherry blossom lips. They thrust to each other, licking off every last piece of his acid.