13 Temmuz 2020

Taking orders from the girls

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Taking orders from the girlsA couple of days after my mind blowing experience with the hot lady from Wal-Mart, my wrist was getting sore from jerking off. I hadn’t been able to hook up with my regular sex partners and the friends at Xhamster had been posting some hot vids so I was running out of tissue to wipe up the cum I was shooting. Everything from exciting rim job movies with gorgeous BBWs to deep penetrating strap-ons were being uploaded. I wasn’t complaining, but I needed some real live action. The dry spell had to end and i figured that the best way to end it was to check out the local roller-derby league action. Those rough and tumble ladies were the kind that needed to blow off steam after a close game, and I was feeling a bit ready for some on my knees action. Being in charge is great, but sometimes I need to switch things up.So that’s how I found myself in the stands right next to the action as thick women in shorts, legs pumping and voices screaming circled round and round. I watched their big, muscular asses, go round and round and breathed in their exotic sweat. I caught the eye of one tall redhead with big tits. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that I’d better watch out or I’d have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it.She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me — it wasn’t a typo it was a nickname — Bust Her. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the toughest chicks out there. She gave shoulder and hip checks that belonged in the NHL.I hoped that I could withstand her onslaught. After the match I waited outside. We didn’t have a chance to talk at all and all I had was a hope that she read my signals. I waited outside, fingering my cock through a hole in my pocket. I wanted to give a good impression. Lady after lady came out and I wondered if I had missed her. I stood beneath a street light, my hardon about to grow soft when the door ankara escort opened and Busther came out arm and arm with another lady. This second lady wasn’t a roller derby girl. She was too big to be an athlete, probably close to 190 pounds, most of it in her ass and thighs. My cock sprang to life even as I extended my hand in greeting.”Hi, I was wondering if I’d missed you,” I said.”Busther measured me up and down, lingering a long moment at my crotch. The bigger girl giggled and hefted a shoulder bag.”I saw you in the crowd. Tasty.” Busther turned to her friend. “Is everything in the bag?””Yeah,” said the big girl. “I’m Margie. You got a car or what?”A threesome was the farthest thing from my mind, but my brain reached out and grabbed it. “Right over there. The red Honda.””We’ll follow you,’ Margie said. “We’ll have to stop and pick up some food.””Sure. I said,” but I didn’t want to play as desperate as I felt. The threesome was looking possible, but I wasn’t sure of the ground I was walking on. I couldn’t be that lucky, could I?””Look… what’s your name,” Busther said. “Brian.””Brian. You’re standing here because you think that we’re going to fuck, right? That’s why you kept giving me that look all match. So I’m cool with that and so is Margie. So, cut the crap and let’s get going. I have to be on the team bus tomorrow afternoon and I want to board with a smile on my face.”The red carpet was down and I was walking, no, I was running along it. I led Busther and Margie to my car. It happened to be parked a couple of rows from Margie’s truck. I drove to the 24-hour mart and picked up some wings and a couple of six packs of beer. We were at my apartment in under 30 minutes. Margie pulled her car behind mine and as I got out I saw that her license plate said “longone.” I didn’t give it another thought, figuring it was roller derby lingo or something.We didn’t waste too much time eating and drinking. Busther stripped out of her shirt to reveal a hot pink bra that barely contained her Double-D tits. Her powerful ass stayed wrapped in a pair of black jeans that I had no idea how they didn’t bust. When she crossed her legs, her thigh muscles rippled. I wondered if she’d crush my head in ankara escort bayan orgasm while I licked her pussy. Meanwhile Margie sat her giant ass on my chair and I definitely heard it creak. I needed a new kitchen set anyway.Margie burped and grabbed her bag. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said.”No problem,” Busther said. Margie was out of sight for a millisecond and that’s when Busther stood up and put her hands on my crotch. “Get it out. Now!”Who was I to deny the request. I stood up and dropped my pants. My cock sprung up like a jack in the box. “Tasty,” Busther said.”Give it a try,” I said. She smiled. “Not you, derby boy. Me. On your knees.”I must have hesitated too long because she was all over me. Before I knew it I was on the ground her pussy wrapped in a her jeans pressed onto my face. I breathed in her musk — barely breathing at all. “Can you taste me?” She asked. All I could do was mumble. She released the pressure and I could speak. “What the?” “Don’t move.” She leaned back and used her hands to raise herself from my face. That’s when I heard Margie.”Too slow, huh?””They usually are, babe,” Busther said.I moved my shoulders and head. Bad idea because Busther dropped back down onto my face like a sack of bricks. The only reason she didn’t break my face is that she must have done this before, bounced her pussy from a foot above and down. Experience. “I said, ‘don’t move.'”Busther rose again. Margie was on the floor behind her. She reached around and unsnapped Busther’s pants and slowly inched them down. I was able to see her ass cheeks and then her hairless pussy. Busther stood up and Margie pulled the pants all the way down. I didn’t move as the clothes fell across my face. “Take them off my legs,” she said. I guessed that I could move. I reached up and pulled the pants from her legs. She turned around and her magnificent ass loomed above. Not large, just perfect. “Tasty,” she said and lowered her body until her asshole was pressed against my mouth. I didn’t wait for instructions. I licked.I heard the zipper on the bag that Margie had brought in. A few seconds later I felt her hands on my cock. Ah, some relief was in sight. But then I felt the cock ring and the drops escort ankara of warm lube. “How long do you think he can hold out,” Margie asked.”As long as we want,” Busther said. She began to ride my face, alternating her asshole and pussy against my mouth. She was tasty. Margie then crawled in between my legs, pushed her hands under the backs of my thighs and lifted my legs in the air. The next thing I knew my asshole was being slathered in something warm and wet. “Don’t worry, derby boy. I’ll be gentle,” Margie said. The next thing I knew she had slid a dildo in my ass. I grunted into Busther’s ass in surprise and then groaned as the dildo pushed against my prostate. Margie squeezed my balls and the tip of my cock, cutting off any cum that might be ready to shoot. All I could see was Busther’s back. All i could feel was my ass full, a pussy rubbing on my face and a hand teasing my cock to the point of torture. I don’t know how long I lay like that, eating pussy and ass, being fucked and brought to the brink of orgasm only to be denied. I thought that the game I had seen earlier was good. The game that I was a part of now was better. Finally after agony and agony, when I thought that my ass couldn’t clench anymore and my mouth would forever be numb, Busther got up. “I”m hungry,” she said. I couldn’t see Margie’s face, but from the sound of her voice, she was overjoyed. “Dinner is served.”Margie lay on the kitchen floor, her huge thighs spread wide. Busther lay down between I legs and I could hear the wetness of the pussy as she ate out her friend. I just lay there, not having been given the green light to move. I listened and wanted to touch my cock, I wanted to see what I was hearing. I didn’t do anything. Margie made noises that could only mean that she was cumming. I lifted my head up from the floor and could see the long, muscular legs of Busther. I stared down at my cock, still in the ring and the dildo still in my ass. “What about me?” I said weakly. Busther crawled backwards, her ass pushing again into my face. She looked down at my cock in the classic 69 position. “Here’s a tip,” said said. She wrapped two fingers around the head of my cock and stroked me three times, like a genie’s magic lamp. At the same time Margie pushed the dildo into my ass and rubbed my balls. As if all of my wishes had come true, the cum shot out of me and my torso fell back to the floor. I lay flat on the ground, spent and trembling.

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