“Good girl,” Bridge croons, his eyes glued to the dirty scene in front of him. “But we still have two more. I think it’s time to bounce again, don’t you?”
This time, I don’t hesitate. I stand, letting the second toy slip from my sweetest spot before moving forward to straddle the third. My head falls back as once more, it slips in with ease. The rubber feels amazing caressing my inner walls, but this time, when I sit down I hold my pussy lips open to show Bridge my throbbing clit.
“Will you touch me while I bounce Daddy?” I beg. “It would make it feel so much better.”
By this time, Bridge has his cock out, and to my delight, he’s a solid ten inches, with a vein that runs along the right side of his shaft, and another along the left. Not only that, but he’s girthy and dripping with need. As I watch, a pearl of pre-come forms at the head of his rod before spilling over to course down his thickness.
“Yes, baby girl, I’ll touch you there. Even more, I’ll give you a bit of lube right where it counts.” But the older man doesn’t reach for the lubricating jelly. Instead, he leans forward until the tip of his shaft is rubbing against my clit, coating my nub in his male seed until it’s creamy and glistening.
“You like that?” he asks hoarsely. “Is that going to be enough?”
“Oh, it’s not enough,” I mewl. “But I can make do.”
Then, I begin bouncing up and down the third toy in earnest. I let my breasts fly as my head tips back, my mouth opening with ecstasy.
“Mm, mm, umph!” I moan. “Oh yes!”
“Baby, you look gorgeous,” Bridge rasps in a ragged voice as his hand goes up and down his shaft. “Oh shit.”
But I haven’t finished yet. There’s still the biggest and best for last, so I stop suddenly before shooting a naughty grin at the older man.
“Are you ready, Elder Jessop?” I ask in a sweet voice. “It seems this might be too much excitement for you.”
After all, his humongous rod is literally dripping with seed now. A long line dangles all the way from his tip to the floor, forming a splotch on the fancy rug. Not only that, but it’s at its full ten inches now, straining within the confines of his hand.
“I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he manages in a rough voice. “You do what you need to do.”
“Oh goody,” I say sweetly before standing up and letting the third tool drop slickly from my body. It vibrates a little as I move away, almost as if begging me to stay, but I have other mountains to conquer. With a giggle, I maneuver forward again, squatting before gripping the fourth toy in my small hand.
“Here goes, Daddy,” I say in a playful voice. “I think we’ll both like this one.”
With that, I begin to impale myself on the big shaft. Ooh, it feels so good! The head squeezes into my wet opening, and even that’s making me breathless. But I’m so wet and needy at this point that I grind my hips, absorbing that huge length into my tiny body.
“Unnnh, yes,” I moan, breathing hard as I sink further and further down the stiff rubber. “Ahhh!”
At this point, Bridge can’t take it anymore. He’s watching a twenty-year old woman, fully nude, impale herself on a series of stiff black dildos, and he needs to be in this picture. Slowly, he advances, those blue eyes glinting.
“You like it, don’t you, sweetheart?”
My eyes flutter open, dazed with pleasure. “I do,” I breathe, nodding.
He smiles mirthlessly, towering over me. “Then suck while you bounce.”
My lips part immediately, and soon, I have that enormous shaft in my mouth as my cheeks bulge like a chipmunk. Mmm, this man tastes good, and I moan with appreciation while moving slowly up and down the final rod. Holy cow, I had no idea that being spit-roasted could happen like this!
But then, the older man pops his cock out, his shaft glistening wetly, and backs away. I let him go, merely continuing to bounce as waves of pleasure pulse through my form. A dirty squelching sound fills the room and I close my eyes while bracing my hands before me on the bench, uncaring of how slutty I must look.
But then something brushes against my bottom, and my eyes fly open. OMG, what was that?
I turn to look and sure enough, Bridge is in back of me now, his legs straddling the bench too. But he’s removed the other toys and is nudging his seeping head against my tight pink pleats.
“Is it too dry?” he rasps. “Here. Spit,” he commands, cupping one hand in front of my mouth. I do as told, hawking into his palm, and then he reaches in back of me and spreads the warm saliva over my dark hole.
“Elder Jessop,” I pant while staring into his eyes. “Are you serious?”
He nods, his expression incredibly aroused, those blue eyes never leaving my bottom.
“Yes, absolutely Renee. What you did was incredibly evil, and now it’s time for penance. I think a session of double penetration is fitting punishment, don’t you?”