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Sandy by Ann Douglas (mf/ff) 11/11
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Sandy - (11/11) - ff - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:12:07 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
only ask that you reply by e-mail instead of postings, that
way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
always be answered.
Thanks,
Ann D.
-SANDY-
Part XI
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
So Jasmine spread herself up against the pillows as Sandy
entered her in the classic missionary position. The two woman
went at it for a few minutes by themselves, kissing and
licking each other as Sandy developed her own rhythm.
Jasmine's cunt was so wet that she had no trouble accepting
the full eight inches of the playcock.
Taking hold of Sandy's hips, Jamal entered her from behind in
a single thrust. Like Jasmine, her love tunnel was so
lubricated that she had little difficulty receiving his full
hardness.
Quickly matching his thrusts to the opposite of Sandy's,
Jamal would penetrate the light skinned woman just as she was
withdrawing from Jasmine. Then he would withdraw as she in
turn would enter his girlfriend, who would time her own pelvic
thrusts so that she would pull the dildo as far in her as she
could.
As the speed of this three way intercourse increased, each of
the participants soon found themselves too wrapped up in
maintaining their end of the arrangement to pay that much
attention to any of the others. So it wasn't obvious to
anyone except Jasmine that she would be the first to cum.
After all, she had cum the longest time ago of any of them.
Sandy wasn't even aware that the brown skinned woman had
climaxed until she realized that she was no longer coming
forward to meet her own thrusts. She then stopped her own
efforts and concentrated on enjoying the incredible pounding
her own pussy was getting from Jamal.
Conscious that Jasmine had bowed out of the activity and was
now just enjoying the show, Jamal altered his routine so that
he could bring Sandy to an even greater climax than he had
originally intended.
Reaching around to massage her small bust, he was surprised
to find he could fit almost an entire breast in each of his
massive hands. He had always sought out large breasted women,
but now he was finding that small breasted ones could have a
charm all their own.
So fast were his repetitions and so slippery were both his
cock and Sandy's cunt, that several times he slipped out and
had to break his timing to reenter her. He could feel that
Sally was so close to the edge of what could be the greatest
climax of her life that she could taste it. Each time he
slipped out of her, a frantic look appeared on her face, as if
she was worried that he would suddenly stop. As it was, his
only real fear was that he wouldn't be able to hold off his
own orgasm long enough for her to cum. He had already tried
every trick he knew, both for pushing her over the edge and
holding himself back. Another minute or two and he would lose
the battle.
The look on her lover's face made Jasmine aware of his
problem, she had seen that look before. She had to give Sandy
credit, she didn't think any woman could ride Jamal this long.
An idea flashed into her mind and she mouthed the suggestion
to Jamal. She really didn't have to bother being secretive
about it. Sandy was bucking so much like a bitch in heat that
she wouldn't have heard her if she shouted at the top of her
lungs.
Jamal shifted his right hands attention from Sandy's breast
to the top of her cunt. Rubbing against her clit as he
continued to pound deep within her, he hoped to finally bring
her off. When that didn't work he followed Jasmine's
suggestion and let his cock slide out from inside her.
So lost was Sandy in her desire to climax that it took a few
seconds for her to realize that Jamal's throbbing member was
no longer inside her. He had continued rubbing against her clit
with his hand, so she was upset for only a moment when she
felt the reassuring feeling of his cock behind her as he
sought to renter her.
By the time she realized that the sudden pressure was
directed against her asshole and not her pussy, it was too
late. Totally covered by her lubricating juices, Jamal pushed
his cock deep up inside her and let loose with a series of
quick powerful strokes which sent twin bursts of pain and
pleasure ripping through her body.
Sandy's entire being exploded as her minds eye filled with a
pyrotechnic display the likes she had never experienced
before. She was oblivious to everything, except the feeling
of euphoria she found herself floating in. Then as her rush
reached it's zenith, everything faded to black and she
crumpled like an empty sack onto the bed. Jamal who had cum
at the same time, filling her anal cavity with burst after
bursts of white gold, then collapsed right next to her.
Jasmine waited a few moments before she checked to make sure
that both of her bedmates were still breathing. She had seen
Jamal just drop off after a really intense session before, so
she really wasn't too worried about him.
Checking Sandy's pulse, she was relieved to see that she was
just asleep. She had never seen a woman climax like that.
That girl must've had so much sexual energy bottled up inside
her. It was like a pressure cooker letting go.
Siding out of the bed to make herself a drink, Jasmine
noticed something else she had never seen before. On Sandy's
sleeping face, was the most satisfying image of contentment
she had ever seen.
For a long minute she stared at the image of pure happiness.
Then shaking her head she headed out to the living room and
the bar.
"Lucky bitch!" She muttered outloud as she left the room.
But there was no one away to hear.
END
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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