Barely Legal (Mf Porn)
[[ Sorry about the spelling, and grammar on the first part. I have
trouble writing like a teenage girl having never been one myself. This one
started off as a "What was she thinking?" plot, but grew from there. I
hope I don't have to explain the story code, there's just about everything
but Best, Pedo, and Necro in there so far, and I bet I could work them
in.}}
Part I, Teenage Porn Queen.(Mf Porn)
Finely, I thought my birthday would never cum. I opened my presents
rite away. Yeah, they pawned the old TV & VCR off on me, but I got a car a
coupla years ago, and the grands sent lotsa $. I got away soon as I could,
& headed 4 the mall. On the way, I had this funny idea, & stopped @ CASTLE
VIDEO & NEWS. There was 2 doors, & the inside 1 was locked, but there was
a window next 2 it. "ID?" the guy in there said, & I prowdly pushed my
liscence up on the glass, so he let me in.
Wow!, it was like, so dirty1 Like the first time I found my daddy's
stash, or watching the one with him, and mom. There was a glass case full
of rubber dolls, & vibrators, & leather straps with shiny silver buckles.
Maybe I could get a dildo, I never had one. My fingers was all rite, & I
could take the nobby things off my bedpost, but I bet that 1 felt more like
the real thing.
There was nudie books 2, but they all had the same thing as the videos.
God, they had like a million "Dirty Deb"s, & "Ass Master"s. I looked @
"The Best Of Peter NOrth" 'cause he was all hot, & always cummed a lot.
Sure 'nuff, there was lotsa pretty little girls like me w/ cream all over
there faces, & boobs, & butts, & pussys. I wondered what it taste like, I
could C it was all thick, & sticky like, but was it salty? Or sweet? Or
tangy?
I put it back real quick when somebody came by, & tried 2 look
invisible. He was wearing this hawaian shirt, & shiny shades like he just
cum from some beach somewhere. I think he checked me out when he walked
around me, & started looking @ boxes. "Hey," I almost ran, tho he didn't
even look @ me, "First time in here?"
"Uh huh," I still didn't know if I could run, he could B a pervert or
something.
"U'll get used 2 it," I relaxed a little, I guess, but my heart still
thumped hard in my chest. He turned so I could C myself in his glasses
kinda stretched out, & big headed. "Peter North?" he picked up the one I
was looking at, "XLent choice, but the DVD's got more on it."
"I don't have..." not in my room, where I could get some privacy.
He put it back, "U ever think about being in a movie?"
"Maybe," like a million times.
"Well," he reached up 2 his pocket, "We R doing a shoot l8r, & I'm
always looking 4 fresh talent."
"Really?" I looked down @ the card he gave me, "Any of these yours?"
"We mostly do internet," he pointed, "The site's on the card."
Sure nuff, <http:///www.teenytime.com>
"Call me if UR interested," he was walking off.
"Wait!" he stopped, "U say your doing 1 l8r?"
"Sure," his glasses went down, & up me again, "I could give U a ride
if..."
"I got a car," I butted in, "I can follow U."
"Rite this way," he led me out, & got in a shiny Lincoln. I got my car,
& caught up B4 he pulled out in the street. He talked on the phone a lot
on the way, so it was easy 2 stay rite behind the Towncar. I tried not 2
think about what I was doing, it could B dangerous. That was the Xiting
part, I guess. My life was so boring, usually. I didn't even d8, mostly
'cause all the boys @ school was jerks. Instead, I thought about the
movies, all those hot guys, & there big dicks. Always the pretty little
girl in the middle of all them. I could B that girl, knowing millions of
boys where watching, jerking off. It was kind of like immortality, I bet.
Even after I got all old, & wrinkly, & dead, there would still B boys
looking @ me. I could B young, & sexy 4ever!
Anyway, we got 2 this place with a bunch of big low buildings, & fences,
& barb wire, & stuff. I guessed the set was in a wearhouse, or something,
'cause that's wear we pulled up. "Step in 2 my office," he unlocked a
metal door, but it was all dark in there. I followed him in when he turned
on the lite. It was hot, but I could hear, & feel a air conditioner
starting up.
"Where is everbody?" it was just a hall, but he opened a door, & there
was an office in there.
"We're still a little early," there was a desk with a computer on it, &
a coupla chairs, & a big leathery sofa. "Have a seat," he waved @ the
couch. It stuck 2 my leggs @ the bottom of my skirt, & made creaky noises
when I shifted around. "U on some kind of birth control?"
I shook my head, "My folks R still kinda in denial," hey, it kept me
from doing anything, I guess.
"Can U prove UR over 18?"
"They let me in the store,' I opened my purse.
"We'll need an ID 4 our records," I leaned way over 2 give it 2 him.
"Hmm," he didn't even look down my top, thO I did it unpurpose, "Happy
birthday."
"Thnx," he typed something in his #pad while I put it back.
"I'm Larry Watts," he kept his hand out, "Katrina."
"I know that," I shook it anyway, "It was on your card." His hand was
dry, I don't know Y I thought it would B sweaty.
"Do you have any experience?" he sat back, looked @ my eyes the whole
time.
I laughed, "Like what?"
"Can U act like UR enjoying it?" he let me off, I didn't want to tell
him about my sexual experience, what little I had.
"I guess," I never really tried B4, but it didn't look 2 hard.
"Show me," he moved the little camera on the moniter 2 point @ me
better, I think.
"Sure," I shrugged, & closed my eyes. "Ooh!" I touched my boobs through
my shirt, "Oh, yeah," I imagined a bunch of guys, looking @ me, jerking
there big dicks, "Yeah baby, fuck me," I started getting in 2 it, "Fuck me
hard, harder!" I could almost feel the big hard dick fuck in me, "Fuck me
in the ass!"
"That's good," I looked back @ him, but he was looking @ the computer.
"Let's C what we got 2 work w/."
"Huh?" I got it, but I stalled 4 some reason.
"Take off your clothes," I guess it's because he didn't looking @ me,
not really, "Don't B shy."
"Okay," I leaned over 2 undo my bra, then slid down the spagetti straps
with it. I felt kinda funny, cause I never been naked in front of a guy
B4. I went real slow, tried 2 look sexy. I cradled my boobs in my shirt,
it was kinda chilly in here now, but they where nice, and warm. They
weren't real big, 32b, but guys sure liked them. They was always staring,
& "accidently" bumping in 2 them. Yeah rite, they didn't stick out that
much.
"U sure U want 2 do this?" he was still waiting.
"Sure," I opened my arms, & let my shirt fall, "Tadaa!" I didn't know
what 2 Xpect, something anyway. He just glanced @ them, & clicked his
mouse again. "Are U gay?"
"What?" he looked back, surprised, "No, Y?"
"U barely even looked," he glanced down again, back up @ my face,
"Doncha think I'm sexy?"
"Of course," he laughed, "I wouldnt've asked U here if I didn't."
"Then what gives?" I crossed my arms again, but mostly because it was
kinda cold.
He let out his breath, & took another, "I'm just jaded."
"Huh?" this was kinda cool, just sitting here topless, & talking. I
couldn't C what the big deal was.
"U know how many movies we make here?" He got up, & came around the
desk.
"Dunno," I thought about it, "Lots?"
"Over five hundred last year," I didn't think it was that much, "That's
almost ten a week."
"So?" he sat down in the other chair.
"So," he leaned back, "I've seen all of them, over, & over in editing.
I'm a little 2 burned out 2 get turned on by a little nudity."
"Owe!" that was so sad.
He turned 2 get something on his desk, "Do U masturbate?"
"What?" that came from nowhere, "I mean yeah, sometimes."
"Would U B willing 2 do it on camera?" he held up the little digital one
in his hand.
"Now?" what was WRONG with me?!?
"Look," he stood up, "I'm really rather busy, & I can find lotsa girls
that won't waste my time playing games."
"Wait!" he stopped @ the door, "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous."
"That's fine," he came back, "It's perfectly natural, but U'll have 2
get over it."
"I know," I made my decision, "I'll do it."
"Good," he sat back down, & pointed the camera @ me.
I took a deep breath, & closed my eyes. I thought about all the solo
scenes I seen, how they did it. My nipples were already hard from the
cold, but they changed somehow when I touched them. It wasn't something U
could see, just feel from the inside. I cupped my boobs in my hands, &
rubbed them with my thumbs. I could almost still get my hands all the way
around them, but now they was just a little 2 big. My panties felt wet, so
I scooted out a little, & pulled up my skirt. Wow, they was soaked, so I
pulled the bottom out & slipped my hand in. God, it was so hot, & muggy in
there. How did I get so turned on without even touching myself yet?
"Your panties," I jumped, forgot where I was at, "Take them off so I can
see." He was just looking @ the camera, I half expected him 2 be jerking
off by now.
"Show me yours," I dared him.
"What?" he finely looked away, @ me.
"I wanna C your dick," I sat up, "Watch U jerk off while U watch me."
He opened his fly with a ripping noise, velcro, so I scooted untill my
butt was off the couch, & pushed my panties down. He wasn't even hard! &
it wasn't as big as the guy's in the movies. Still, I kept my eyes open
this time. I rubbed my pussy, petted it, then pushed my middle finger
between my lips. He started getting hard, bigger in his hand, & slowly
stroking it. I rubbed some more, felt my clitty stick out against my
finger. He kept on pumping, & moved the camera all over me. I could feel
it, warm, & tingly wherever it pointed. My boobs, my face, my pussy. I
rubbed it between two fingers now, the other two outside my lips. I was
slippery wet now, & so hot. My face, & body where burning tho I knew it
was probly still cold in there. I used 2 hands, then, one 2 fuck fingers
in, & the other 2 tickle my clit.
I felt it cumming, couldn't keep my eyes opened no more. "Uh," it
gushed hot inside me, "Nnnnnnnn!" & I couldn't keep from shaking. My pussy
boiled over, & the juice runned down my butt crack. I couldn't breathe,
tried 2 gasp in air. I didn't wanna pass out, miss a seccond of it. Outa
nowhere, my legs just let go, & I slipped off the couch. It was so funny,
I had 2 laugh tho I was still twitching inside. I felt so dizzy, & high
from cummin.
I sat up, & saw his dick rite in front of me. He stopped jerking, so it
was just standing there on his belly. I reached out, & touched it. It was
so hot, I mean sexy, & warm. He scooched, & I looked up 2 C the camera. I
could even kinda C myself in the lense, all tiny, dick in my hand. "Go
ahead," he smiled under it, "suck it."
I had 2 pull it down, it was so hard, Xept the tip. That was rubbery, &
shaped like a purple heart. I kissed it, & stuck my tounge out 2 taste it.
It was salty, sweaty, but there was this gluey drop on the end. Was that
cum? Idaknow, I was expecting more, but it didn't taste like nothing
really. Kinda pastey, I guess. He run his fingers through my hair, gently
pushed me on it, so I opened my mouth. I guess it was bigger then I
thought, cause I had 2 open real wide. It slid over my tongue, & bumped in
2 the back of my mouth. I sucked, and pulled back so my cheeks popped
between my teeth, & rubbed on the sides. His big soft head dragged back
over my tongue, & caught on my teeth, so he pushed back in. I let him
lead, he probably knew better anyway.
My leg hurt under me, so I got up on my knees, & he popped out with a
"Smack" sound. I bent down, & kissed his balls, then licked up his dick
like the porno girls, the other porno girls! I was doing it, just like
them, I was one of them now! Someday, somewhere, some guy was gonna watch
this, & cum all over the place. That was so hot, I sucked him back in, &
fucked my mouth on his dick as hard, & fast as I could. I reached up, &
touched his balls 2.
God, I wanted his cum, so bad I couldn't hardly wait 2 taste it 4 real.
He started fucking back, pushing my head down with both hands untill it
bumped in 2 my throat, & I gagged a little. It wasn't 2 bad, so I kept
going till I got use 2 it, & I even made that "Gluck Gluck" noise. "Yes!"
he pushed me all the way down, & held it. I could feel his balls jump in
my hand, didn't know they did that! His dick bulged on my tongue 2, and I
could feel his cum go rite down my throat, but couldn't taste it. I pulled
out just in time 4 the next one 2 plop on my tongue.
It was like B4, but so much stronger. The taste danced in my mouth like
a B2K video. He pulled me off by the hair, though so he could jerk the
rest of the way off. The next shot hit my neck, & I ducked quick 2 get the
next one, but it hit me in the eye, & acrost my nose. "Uhm!" I stuck my
tongue out, & licked under his head, & it went rite in my mouth. I tried 2
get the rest, but mist again so some of it rolled down my cheek, & fell on
my boob. Then, it stopped shooting so hard, so I sucked the last coupla
squerts out. "Yeah," he squezed the last little bit out in my mouth, "Fuck
yeah," & stuck his dick all the way in.
I wiped my I while it went soft on my tongue like melting icecream.
"Was that good?" I looked up when he finaly scooted back.
"U never sucked dick B4," he tucked back in, "Have U?" I looked down, &
shook my head, couldn't even say it. "Not bad 4 your first time."
Part II: Wet Nightmare (Fd solo, Voyu)
{{ This is what happens when I read Lovecraft. If you haven't yet, his
works are available online, and worth a read. He's the only Author who's
made me scream out loud while reading. You don't actualy have to read this
part, but you'll better understand the character if you do.}}
'Trina?" I dropped my breifcase next to the door, "You've got a
package!" At first, I was excited untill I saw that it was addressed to
her. It looked remarcably like one of my mailorder tapes, right down to the
anonymus wrapper. I checked for return address, but there wasn't one. It
couldn't be something like that, she wasn't even old enough untill...
three weeks ago?
Probably just paranoia, but I thought it was suspicious enough to check
out. The rest of the mail could wait untill I sorted this out. "Hmm," the
tape wasn't marked, and I was already committed, so I carried it into her
room. She seemed less than thrilled to get a used TV, and VCR for her
birthday anyway, but the DVD player wouldn't play it.
"Teenytime Productions Present:" on a blank background didn't tell me
much, "Trinity," in black on pink.
"Holy Shit!" it couldn't be her, could it? I hadn't seen her naked
since she was a kid. She was still a child, my child. Sure did look grown
up, though. Shamefully, I felt myself get hard,"No," I hit eject, and took
it in my bedroom.
I just sat there a while, looking at it. I tried to guestimate how much
I'd watched by the tape around the smaller spool. I waited, but the hardon
wouldn't go away any more than her nude image that was burned into my eyes.
The way she was touching her chest, her tiny little breasts, the blissfull
sleepy look on her face. "Damnit!" it was my responsablity not to let this
shit happen, it was obscene like...
I dove over the bed, and pulled out the drawer. The wake of my sudden
movement on the bed buffetted me momentarilly, but my mind was racing. I
counted all of them before I realised I didn't know how many I had. "Wow,
Seventeen." I looked for any sign, evidence she'd been through them,
watched them. Maybe they some where in the wrong jackets, there!
There was a smudge on the window of "Dirty Little Girls IV" about the
size of my pinky, but did I ever grab them that way? I held my pinky up
next to it, tried to visualise the pattern in reverse, then switched hands.
It didn't look like a match, but what did that mean? Could I find a print
from 'Trina, maybe her thumb? I sniffed it, what did dried pussy juice
smell like anyway?
Dried. Pussy. Juice.
As far as I was concerned, she didn't have a pussy. It wasn't a cunt,
snatch, or twat either, it was a vagina. Apparently not a Virginal Vagina,
though, or was it? Was it hardcore, or softcore? All I'd seen was from
the breast up, maybe it was just a solo strip reel. Only one way to find
out, right over there where I dropped it.
"Alright," I'd have to watch it, "But no jacking off!" I locked the
front door first, knowing I'd hear anybody in time to pop the tape before
they made it back there. I sat on the edge of the bed, and watched the
frame pan back, and down. "Is that..." the top I got her for her birthday?
Hard to tell with it bunched around her middle like that, and I couldn't
remember seeing her wear it with that skirt since then.
I focused on the clothes, looked for a label, or something. Anything
but look at her panties, soaked through, and stretched over her fingers.
It zoomed mercillesly in, then swung up to her face too fast to make out
anything in between. She said something to the camera, but there was no
sound even after I turned it up. She said something else, and I tried to
read it off her lips, but couldn't.
She hunched down on the deep brown loveseat, and the frame centered
around her midriff so you could see her breasts, and crotch. The panties
came off, and I noticed that it didn't look like she shaved inside of the
legs. I'm not sure whether that was good, or bad, but now she was openly
mastrubating. I ignored the stiffness in my pants, and tried to look
aroung the frame for any clues.
"Jesus," she was almost hot pink from her scalp to her breasts, and her
pink nipples had darkened, and thickened noticably. They looked like eyes,
staring acusingly, watching lest I break down, and mastrubate. "Man!" she
certainly wasn't faking that! She shuddered so hard, she fell off the
couch, and laughed. I could almost hear it from memory. The camera
followed her, showed the floor, and the camraman's leg.
I leaned in, grey carpet, and looked like a khaki cuff at he knee. He
leaned back, showing the shorts, open fly, and raging hardon. It wasn't a
pornstar stiffy, thank god, just a regular erection. The shirt was
Hawaiian style, but I lost focus on that as "Trinity" took hold of his
dick, looked up, and smiled at me. Her cheeks where flushed with lust,
"What have I done?" I groaned as she bent to bring it to her swollen red
lips. I hit eject, just couldn't watch any more.
Part III: Pivate Eye (Mf Porn, Voyu)
"Can I help you?" at first glance, I took him for a cheating wife job.
"Uh, yeah," he was clutching a videotape like a rosary, "I hope so."
"Whatcha got?" I held out my hand, and he looked at the tape like he'd
forgotten he had it.
"I want you to find out who made this," he finally gave it to me.
"It'll cost $75 per hour," I pushed the pay order over to him, "$0.50 a
mile, plus expenses."
"What's that come to?" he scanned the charges.
"Depends what it takes," I never thought up a better answer to that
inevitible question, "What's on this?"
"Do you have to watch it?" he looked positively terrified.
"There might be evidence on it," this biz would be a hell of a lot more
tolerable if I didn't have to deal with stupid clients.
"Well," he thought about it, "Don't show it to anyone."
"You can fill that out while I watch it," I pointed back out to the
front room. He closed the door before I had to tell him. I fired up the
VCR, and monitor I used to show people surveillance tapes. Without
preamble, it went straight into fairly typical adult scene, a very pretty
little girl swallowing a cock.
"Nice watch," Cyma Imperium would get you at least $100.00 in a pawn
shop, three quarters of a grand new. Shoes looked like designer too, but
I'd need a better shot, or enhancement to identify them. I ran it back to
her spitting it out, jumping back on the cheap Lay-Z boy loveseat, playing
with herself, pulling her panties on, pulling her hand out, and lowering
her skirt demurely. Her face dissapeared to a pink flash, then black
screen, then stopped, so I watched the whole thing over.
I googled "Teenytime Poductions", got their website. Sitesearched
"Trinity" in image, and there she was. Two pictures, one sitting on a
brown couch, the other lying prone on a bed. I hit {repeat the search with
the omitted results included.} and got some more from the same two series.
The first Jpeg had her head thrown back, mouth open, hands on breasts. The
next was her bent over, arms behind her, nice view of her cleavege, or lack
thereof. Third was just her sitting there, smiling, shirt on, and only
slightly distended by her chest buds. I hit that one, and it linked me to
what looked like the same spread in a different order, so I closed frame.
There where regular pictures showing the aproximate order up untill she
sat with her arms out, and tits defiantly refusing to hang. "Nice little
slice," there where also stills from the video that linked to Mpeg files. I
let that go, for now, and clicked "See More Trinity" at the bottom. This
was the seccong series, with three freinds. In a testament to equal
opportunity, they where Caucasian, Hispanic, and Afroid in order of penile
endowment. They all linked to a "Members Only, Sign Up Now!" page.
"Uh," the client poked his head in, "I'm done."
"Who's the girl?" I paused the tape with her laughing silently on the
floor.
"My daughter Katrina," he kept Looking back and forth between me, and
the screen.
"Well," I hated to break it too him, "I can certainly understand you
wanting to keep this quiet," I clicked back twice before I turned the
screen around, "It's already on the internet."
"Fuck!" salty language doesn't offend me, but it sounded somehow dirty
comming from someone that looked like him.
"Fortunately," I tried to calm him down, "That will make it easier to
find this guy." He'd been in there long enough to read the whole pricing
scheme, including internet services.
"What's that get me?" he sank into one of the chairs.
"Depends," I concidered, "If she's underage..."
"Just turned eighteen," he killed that one quick.
"Well, I can recommend a good lawyer that'll be able to help out with
the legal stuff," I flipped through my business cards, "cheap."
He caught his head on the way down, "I don't care what it costs," I'd
check his finances to see what he could afford, free of charge.
"I'll keep you posted," I handed him one of my cards, "Call me whenever
you Really need too." I had to add the 'Really' to keep from being wakened
at 0h God:30 for panic attacks. He staggered out depressively, poor guy
just found out he'd raised a whore.
I popped out the tape, and inspected it. Standard JVC 90min, record
tabs snapped off. I picked it up by the edges, and got the printing kit
out. I recognised mine right off, found what looked like two more sets in
partials, and smudges, ran them anyway. I brought up "Marshall, Donald",
seems Daddy had a record for "Indecent Exposure" with a "Ferer, Jillian".
Married name, "Marshall, Jillian". I eliminated his prints from the
search, to make it go faster, and dug into Teenytime Productions Inc.
Several investigations for child prostitution, statutory rape, indecent
liberties, but all where dismissed because the alleged victims all turned
out to be eighteen at the time, and signed waivers. Smart, stick to the
letter of the law, though a lot of the girls looked much younger. Hell,
Katrina Marshall looked fifteen at most, and I was a good judge of age.
All the documents listed Larry Watts as variously Production Manager,
Cinematographer, and Director, "One man show!"
On a hunch, I brought up his record, and went right to the prints. I
stopped the search. My watch beeped, so I wiped off the tape, dropped it
in a folder, and locked up. Upstairs, I grabbed a couple beers from the
fridge, popped in the tape, and settled in with the remote. Damn, she
could suck a cock! She even took the deep throat fairly well, though it
shocked her at first. He jammed it in, and held it while she gagged. My
pants where feeling tight, so I undid the belt, and button.
She pulled back, then he wipped it out to give her a facial. She
snapped at it greedilly, but she had lousy aim. that was fine, more for me
to see all over her pretty face, titlings, neck, hair. "Fuck it," I pulled
my peice, and cocked it. By then, it was too, late, but in the interest of
being thorough, I let it run.
There was a thump from the speakers, and a background change. I was
officially off, so I didn't even look for clues, just watched her walk
naked across a bedroom stage. Alright, I couldn't help notice that it was
neater, and less furnished than any of the thousands or real bedrooms I'd
seen. From scale to the props, I guessed she was about 5', 100#, not
enough fat to fry a potato chip. She flopped on the bed, unwound the towel
from her hair. It was definitely not blonde any more, but then, it was
wet. It kind of looked like the same comforter from the second webpage, and
I recognised the shot.
A door popped open, bad sound quality, and she looked up. The frame
switched instead of pannind to the white guy comming. "Hey!" she squeeled,
and popped up excited. Her wet hair swung, but her bugbites barely
wiggled.
"Hey," the guy pauses to recall her stagename, "Trinity. I see you
where expecting me."
"Uh huh!" she walked on her knees to the edge of the bed, and he stepped
within her reach.
"The guys are cummin over," he mentioned as she fumbled with his belt.
"okay," she needed help getting the jeans open, and I think he winced in
pain while she worked his dick out.
"No porn star yet," I cracked the seccond beer, this barely rose to the
level of Amateur.
I guess that was the end of the dialog for she went right to work on his
semierection. He calmly pulled a condom out of his pocket, and pushed down
the denem without shaking her off. Once he had it efficiently unwrapped,
he gently pushed her back on the bed, and rolled it on.
Now he was a pro, terrible acting, but he obviously knew where his dick
was. He managed penetration from the pushup position without using his
hands, then scooped up her legs to get her ass off the matress. Her "Oooh
yeah" act was entertaining, if not convincing and I heard the
reinforcements long before the view flashed over to the door. They just
watched a minute, trying to look quiet while they whipped out, and stripped
down.
Back on the bed, whitey had mysteriously become naked, and was taking
her negresse. On her side, it zoomed in from the full frontal to her
comicly contorted face, then panned down her body in jerks as she took the
meat. I matched time as her navel passed, and you could see it sliding in,
and out. I noticed fresh razorburn, and bet somebody else had to do it for
her. The bed tilted as the other guys entered the frame pricks first.
Her eyes went wide in genuine shock when she saw the spade cantilevered
in front of her face, but she tackled it anyway. The vast majority that
didn't go in her mouth was stroked by both her hands, and one of his. The
brown guy could be seen scouting around behind for a good opening. The
three of them bulldosed her her over to her hands and knees, then went back
to the fingercuffs action. The one left out jerked his burritto, and felt
her up. She switch hands between her tits, and ass like he couldn't make
up his mind.
Meanwhile, she gagged rythmicly, and spat out the dark meat only to let
the thick throatfuck spit run down her chin. she was gone now, beyond
acting, or even thinking, just rutting like a bitch in heat. She squirmed
a little when a swarthy spit slick finger probed between her cheeks, and
presumably beyond. The Latino bent over her back, and liked her in between
thrusts from the cracker.
They rolled her again, right onto the short, fat, uncircumsized brown
cock. Another angle showed him probing her beanhole, already greased, and
rubbered in spite of continuity. "Gah!" another lapse in the act, her face
appeared between her spread legs, and the curvature of her chest. "Oww!"
her wide eyes clenched in the grimace of a first time anal, and her cherry
ass clenched visibly at the violation. Her unattended pussy creased, and
flexed untill she reached down to rub two fingers on it. That didn't last
long, as the black guy stepped up to fill her.
Another jump-cut, side view of her arching between three cocks of
various size and color, all wrapped in prohpylactic latex. That was enough
for me, I had to make do with sound while I clenched my eyes, and tried to
catch my jism with my shirt. By the time I was done, she already had a
load all over her body, and two more aimed at her. The black guy got off
next, spattering her face with low pressure dribbles. She actually
flinched when the Spanish guy shot her with his salsa with impressive
velocity.
"Ooh," she rubbed the triple mess into her boobies, "Oh, yeah."
It was over, but I got what I wanted out of it. I threw down the last
of the beers on my way to the kitchen, and took a couple more to bed with
me.