Page 392 of S is for SEX

There’s a time and a place to go solo in life, and digest all of life’s offerings. I read that somewhere as well. There’s also a time and a place to stop whatever you’re doing and thank God. This was that time.

God, I know you want me to cum, and I know you want me to cum hard. I will not let you down. Just send ‘em to me in alphabetical order, God.

Oh, and make this five tongued little red-headed pussy licker suck my pussy like it’s the last pussy that you’re going to let her suck.

Oh, yeah, one more thing with Dough tonight, can you make it something memorable? No boredom? That’s all. Christy over and out.

My God has a sense of humor.

I opened the passenger door, set the bottle of vodka on the roof, and got inside. Beth was flat on her back in the seat, which was reclined to an almost flat position. The back of the seat was tilted up just a little bit, and her red hair was draped on each side of the seat. She turned and smiled as soon as I shut the door behind me.

“Take off your shirt and bra, so I can play with your titties while I bone your mouth,” I whispered as I started taking my pants off. I kicked Heather’s flats into the floorboard of the car.

She immediately started pulling her shirt over her head. As soon as she removed it, she reached back and unbuckled her bra and tossed it into the back seat.

“Want my jeans off?” Beth asked, sitting up in the reclined seat – her perfect boobs suspended in air.

“Did I say anything about your fucking jeans?” I growled back as I tossed my jeans on the passenger floor board beside the shoes.

Where does this shit come from? Hahaha. Holy fuck, I like it.

I looked up and closed my eyes as slid my index and middle fingers into my pussy.

Thank you God for the wisdom, strength, and desire to order this red-headed bitch into submission.

That is all.

Christy over and out.

Frantically, I forced my two fingers in and out of my pussy and crawled toward Beth. She smiled as I tossed my right leg over her chest. One leg over the center console, and one over the side of the seat, I squatted on her chest, sitting on her perfect boobs. She tilted her head forward and watched as I fingered my pussy.

“You like watching me finger myself?” I asked as I slid my fingers in and out slowly.

She nodded eagerly. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Lay down flat. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Do it just like the other day, okay?” I said as I raised up off of her boobs.

She nodded and relaxed flat into the seat.

I crawled up her torso to her face and raised up, using my arms to raise the weight of body off of her and the seat. I scooted my legs into the back seat, and rested my feet on the rear seat. Releasing my arm tension slowly, I lowered myself onto Beth’s mouth. Immediately, her tongue pierced my pussy lips. Here we go…

One.

Two.

She pressed my clit between her top lip and tongue, and began to move her tongue in a circular motion. I began to buck my hips, pressing my pussy on her mouth in a rhythm.

Three.

I reached into Heather’s push-up bra and started pinching my nipples. I closed my eyes and thought of Adam, Beth, and I in the apartment. Her tongue darted deep into my pussy and back out to my clit. As it started to rotate around my clit I began to shake. She moved it from my clit to inside my pussy again, and then back. Circling my clit again, I started to…

Mother of all eye rolls. FOUR.

Beth’s right hand touched my ass, and I felt her force it between my thighs. I felt her thumb slide into my pussy. Whatever angle we were at was the perfect angle. Holy thumb-fuck. Go Beth. Go. Do what you do.

Her index finger mover around my lips and became wet from my cum. As she slid it slowly into my ass, her thumb went deeper into my pussy. Holy. God. Jesus Christmas.

As if thumb fucking my pussy and finger fucking my ass wasn’t enough, she started tongue fucking my clit. I pinched my nipples and… holy fuck, holy fuck, oh my fucking, fucking, holy fucking…

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