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A fantasy, part 3.
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I wiggled a bit, made it easier for my sexy wife to play with me, and focused on my dream again.
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The young one still kept you in a tight grip while the old one started to play with your clit. Gently play, his fingers played, flickered, played with your lips, and did small pushes against your cunt.
It did not take long before we all could hear soft moans from you. The moans grew stronger as his used one finger in your cunt while massaging your clit.
By the sounds you made, an orgasm was close.
He continued, leaned over you and I could se, once again, spit dripping on your second hole, and now one finger on his second hand, while he still played with your pussy, started to massage your ass.
Your moaning stopped, but he continued playing with your pussy. Penetrating you with one finger, flickering your clitoris….and soon the moans continued.
And there it come. The O, slowly, like a dam bursting…and when we all, for sure could hear and see you orgasming, he pushed one finger deep into your ass.
I remeber I got jealous…you never alowed me to play with your ass, and now..you lied on the ground, butt up, screaming and twisting in orgasm while one stranger held you and the other one continued finger fucking you, massaging your G-spot with two fingers in your pussy and one in your ass.
The orgasm slowed down and he played with your pussy, soft, but kept the finger in your butt.
You where breathing heavily, and the young one laughed.
Looks like the bitch likes to be handled by real men. He still held you tight.
The old one asked you. Are you a real slut? Are you? You where still breathing…then a soft “y e s”….I could not hear you he said. “Yes, I am”
He moved his finger slowly, pushed it deeper. It was still glistening wet from his spit. Deeper. And knuckle deep.
You like it slut? He pulled it slowly back out. Leaning over, more spit….twisted it….and almost all the way out..more spit….
I did not hear, slut…..
“Please…I…please…”
The old one looked around, and his eyes stopped at a butter box (for bread)…he smiled….reached out. It was soft, half melted by the sun. He started to play, again, with your cunt. It was swollen and glistening. No need for butter there, I thought.
He was good, this old man. You worked with him, and the younger one did loosen the grip. Your arms fell down to the ground, but you still lied there, in kind of a “muslim praying position”, butt up, face down. The older one guided one of your hands under yourself. You did understand and started to play with your clitoris while he, fingerfucked you, or massaged your G-spot with two fingers.
Again you started to moan, pushed against him. An orgasm was coming, and you moaned, “please…please…dont stop….more….more”
More what, the oldest said? More fingers? “Yes, you moaned, god it is good!” He pushed three fingers inn and I could see him using them well, strong hands. “jesus christ, I…god…I hh…” You had stopped using your hand on youself.
More, he asked? “You, I….you devil….”
He smiled and greased up three fingers on his free hand, with butter….he was good, he kept you close to the edge..
Again he asked, more?
I could feel my heart pound in my chest as he gathered the three greasy fingers, started to rub your second hole….Holy crap, I thought….where is this gonna end?
You asked for it, slut, he said, and started to push the butterlubed fingers into your butt, still working on your G-spot….
Not quick, not mean, but….and as I saw them slide slowly in…..you came, again…..loud. “You fucking bastard”, you protested….but the protest lasted just as long as the words…..as the three fingers went in you came, again and again…..and I thought my dick should burst…..
As the orgasm faded away, again, he slid his fingers out…you just staid in the position, not moving, breathing….your pussy and ass was glistening, swollen, open…
The young one smiled….pulled your head up by your hair and he stood on his knees in front of you, and I knew, but could not see, that you used your mouth on him. He looked at me, smiled……your wife is a real slut….I bet she has never screamed this much on your fingers.
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My wife had red cheecks now….I could see that she was horny….but she seemed to focus on me, my dick….and she was good. I was never at the point of no return. She used tounge, mouth, fingers….all the time she looked at me. Then I realised that she had one hand down between her tights. And as she licket my balls, a orgasm came.
“You little slut”, i said.
“Yes”, she moaned. “I am a slut, your slut, for now…but..I fantasy about…”
“About?”, I answered.
She was breathin heavily, “I fantasy about….oh….I am coming”……
And it was over. She looked at me. Focused on my dick again……
“Go on darlin, keep telling…..”, and she smiled.