Page 14 of Perverted Fantasies

With her body moving faster and faster, Sandy is having trouble keeping her balance. So she drops to her knees, straddling Josh properly, and goes back to work, hammering her ass down on his body with even more aggression.

Josh reaches up and grabs ahold of Sandy’s perky, perfectly-sized tits, squeezing them tightly, trying to stave off his orgasm for a little bit longer. When this only has a minimal effect, he gives one of her tits a smack.

Sandy doesn’t object.

In fact, based on an increase in her moans and the intensity in which she’s slamming her body down onto him, she seems to enjoy it. So Josh gives her other tit a smack. She responds by screaming louder and pummeling him even more.

Josh starts slapping away at her tits repeatedly, trading off from one to the other, upping the force with every smack. Screaming wildly now, Sandy arches her back, pressing her tits more prominently out and giving Josh even more of a target. He takes advantage, slapping away at her tits until the room is filled with the dueling sounds of Sandy’s flesh getting smacked and her screams of pleasure.

Sandy’s hand flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers into her snatch and finger-fucks herself with growing desperation, her fingers hammering in and out of her pussy with reckless abandon while she continues to slam down on Josh, filling her asshole up with his cock.

While Josh slaps away at her tits, both of their excitement rising with every smack, Sandy’s body tenses up and the corner of her mouth turns up in a silent scream and her fingers freeze deep inside her pussy.

A couple seconds later Sandy’s body releases, as does her locked-up throat. She shakes and shimmies atop Josh as her mouth utters a string of obscenities and her pussy unleashes a torrent of juices, squirting all over his stomach and chest.

Sandy quickly climbs off Josh. Still on her knees, she leans over and starts licking her juices off of Josh’s flesh, her eyes locked on his the entire time. Once she’s licked him clean of her pussy juices, she tilts her head back and swallows it all, then returns her gaze to his and smiles. An invitation if there ever was one.

Josh scrambles out from beneath Sandy and climbs to his feet. She stays on her knees in front of him, her head turned up towards him, her eyes begging for his cum, her mouth wide open, waiting for his cock.

Josh gives it to her, sliding it between Sandy’s lips and continuing to push forward until she’s taken the entire thing. Once his cock is affixed firmly in her throat, he puts his hands on the back of her head to keep her in place and starts pumping his hips forward and back, throat-fucking her while she gags and coughs behind his cock.

Looking down at Sandy, watching her body squirm beneath him while she pines for breath, Josh can feel an orgasm rushing forward. He throat-fucks her even more aggressively, forcing his cock as deep as it will go and making her struggle even more, which turns him on even further, until he can no longer take it.

Josh continues fucking Sandy’s throat even as he cums, sending his hot sperm rocketing out while his cock is still deep in her mouth, shooting it straight down her throat and directly into her stomach. He continues to pump her mouth in time with his spurts until he’s completely empty before finally allowing his cock to slip out of her mouth.

Sandy takes it like a champ, smiling up at him even as she gasps for breath. Her mascara is running down her cheek and her face is a wet, sloppy mess but other than that she’s no worse for wear. And the look on her face says that she’s thoroughly enjoyed herself tonight. Just as Josh has.

Josh helps Sandy to her feet and points her to the shower. Ten minutes later she’s on her way home and Josh is off to bed. He needs his rest. Tomorrow is another day, with plenty of more gorgeous women out there just waiting to get fucked.

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FILTHY LESBIAN NEIGHBORS

It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Ashley Thompson saw Brandi’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. Ashley was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from her living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of her and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by her feet. All around her were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

Ashley lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as she watched Brandi’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. Brandi climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to Ashley’s patio.

Brandi was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. Ashley noticed right away that Brandi was walking with more urgency than usual, as though Brandi was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

As Brandi got closer, Ashley could see that Brandi’s hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. Brandi was pissed off, all right. That was certain. Ashley found himself wondering what had happened but knew she wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since Ashley had moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into Brandi’s personal life as she passed by Ashley’s patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, Ashley didn’t know if Brandi even knew her name.

But, as it turned out, Brandi did know it. And not only that, but Brandi made the first move, even though Ashley didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in Ashley’s direction as Brandi approached the entrance to Ashley’s left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

“You’re Ashley, right?”

Ashley nodded, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

“I’m Brandi.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Brandi’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that Ashley knew who she was.

“You got any more of those smokes?” Brandi asked.

“About half a pack,” Ashley replied.

“You mind if I join you for a couple?”

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