11-01-2019, 02:50 PM
From his excellent position staring down over his lustfully writhing would be wife, Dean could see that Shanti was completely enraptured.
Her lovely painted lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Shanti began to rotate her hips up to meet Pierce as his rigid cock- flesh pressured hard up into her raging pussy channel.
Again and again Pierce shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees, forcing his outrageously hard penis deep into her hungrily contracting vagina. Dean Clarke watched, his fingers still kneading at Shanti's softly jiggling breasts.
He was fascinated by the sight of his efficient slut's dark-haired cunt receiving the thrusting attacks of the perspiring Legislator's meaty cock.
He could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the sensuous flesh of Shanti's full firm breasts beneath his fingers. Pierce's thrusting penis, from where he watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing Dark haired Dusk Pussy's widely straining pussy.
It was throbbing red and swollen and each time the Legislator rammed into her Shanti gave a guttural grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily in Dean Clarke's lewdly manipulating fingers.
Pierce could feel Shanti's cunt lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. It wouldn't be long now, he bought, and just in time too ... he couldn't last a minute longer! Pierce didn't know how good Dean Clarke was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Shanti.
"Get it, baby ... get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely. "Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!"
Shanti writhed around on the rug and let all the depravity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her breasts being pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her legs.
The powerful blows that struck the hitherto untouched upper regions of her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young loins.
She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. She felt like she was floating, and her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity ... then suddenly jumped. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing vagina and spread to the minutest cells of her body. She was released!
"AAAAAA HHHHHH!" Shanti choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its jism.
"OH SHIT!" Pierce exclaimed. "OH SHIT!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliers on the ceiling of La Merideon. "NNNNNGHGHGHHHhhhh!" he grunted, lifting Shanti's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep deep into her climaxing pussy.
"OOOooah ... YES YES YES YES YES!" Shanti cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning hot sperm that filled her quivering cunt. She did not feel completely human as caught in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm she began to murmur a steady stream of words.
"Oh, give it to me, give it to me ... oh! I want it ... I need it ... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!"
Dean Clarke watched the incredible spectacle with great interest.
He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he wished that he could have been the one to bring out this tremendous orgasm in his beautiful would be wife. He felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that a bore like Legislator Pierce could make Shanti cum like that.
Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Shanti. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger in the presence of her lover and would be husband.
Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Dean could see that Pierce had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the modulated air of the restaurant's back room.
Strains of heavenly strings still wafted through the air, and only a soft mewling that mingled with Pierce's heavy panting could be heard rising to meet the music.
Pierce pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn looking. But Pierce seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go!
He clumsily got to his feet, and, still panting, headed for the bathroom. Dean moved around Shanti's nakedly prone body.
He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he himself had caused to happen. What sight! he thought.
What a gorgeous creature she was. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and Dean longed to bring her back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand.
The brownish pink shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and widespread for all the world to see and the dark curling hairs glistened with the combined moisture of orgasmic secretions. She was an obscenely presented treat, Dean thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly staining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.
There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for that night when they were alone together.
The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated shaft felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace.
Sweat stood out on his forehead and his blond hair fell forward in his eyes.
He closed them with an expression of utter bliss. Shanti stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she heard the peculiar lewd noise of Dean's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Dean looked down at her with an expression akin to agony. "I'm gonna cream on you, baby ... I'm gonna cream all over you!" he announced, and then uttering a spangled cry, he let his raging hot penis jerk upward with a sharp jolt.
"NNNAAAAANNNN~GHGHGHGHHHHH!" he grunted.
Suddenly Shanti felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly reclining body.
Shanti was on her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her brown exposed belly, inching down her still-spread inner thighs toward her already inundated young pussy.
Dean's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Dean uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Shanti's startled features.
Yet, she was unable to feel the disgust that she knew she ought to be feeling. After all, this was Dean ... Dean Clarke was her own man wonderful lover and WOULD BE HUSBAND!
A fortnight later – as destined – and there was no twist in this – Dean and Shanti were man and Wife. The newly elected Mayor Tim Clarke and Legislator Pierce attended the wedding.
Her lovely painted lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Shanti began to rotate her hips up to meet Pierce as his rigid cock- flesh pressured hard up into her raging pussy channel.
Again and again Pierce shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees, forcing his outrageously hard penis deep into her hungrily contracting vagina. Dean Clarke watched, his fingers still kneading at Shanti's softly jiggling breasts.
He was fascinated by the sight of his efficient slut's dark-haired cunt receiving the thrusting attacks of the perspiring Legislator's meaty cock.
He could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the sensuous flesh of Shanti's full firm breasts beneath his fingers. Pierce's thrusting penis, from where he watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing Dark haired Dusk Pussy's widely straining pussy.
It was throbbing red and swollen and each time the Legislator rammed into her Shanti gave a guttural grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily in Dean Clarke's lewdly manipulating fingers.
Pierce could feel Shanti's cunt lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. It wouldn't be long now, he bought, and just in time too ... he couldn't last a minute longer! Pierce didn't know how good Dean Clarke was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Shanti.
"Get it, baby ... get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely. "Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!"
Shanti writhed around on the rug and let all the depravity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her breasts being pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her legs.
The powerful blows that struck the hitherto untouched upper regions of her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young loins.
She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. She felt like she was floating, and her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity ... then suddenly jumped. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing vagina and spread to the minutest cells of her body. She was released!
"AAAAAA HHHHHH!" Shanti choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its jism.
"OH SHIT!" Pierce exclaimed. "OH SHIT!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliers on the ceiling of La Merideon. "NNNNNGHGHGHHHhhhh!" he grunted, lifting Shanti's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep deep into her climaxing pussy.
"OOOooah ... YES YES YES YES YES!" Shanti cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning hot sperm that filled her quivering cunt. She did not feel completely human as caught in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm she began to murmur a steady stream of words.
"Oh, give it to me, give it to me ... oh! I want it ... I need it ... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!"
Dean Clarke watched the incredible spectacle with great interest.
He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he wished that he could have been the one to bring out this tremendous orgasm in his beautiful would be wife. He felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that a bore like Legislator Pierce could make Shanti cum like that.
Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Shanti. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger in the presence of her lover and would be husband.
Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Dean could see that Pierce had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the modulated air of the restaurant's back room.
Strains of heavenly strings still wafted through the air, and only a soft mewling that mingled with Pierce's heavy panting could be heard rising to meet the music.
Pierce pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn looking. But Pierce seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go!
He clumsily got to his feet, and, still panting, headed for the bathroom. Dean moved around Shanti's nakedly prone body.
He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he himself had caused to happen. What sight! he thought.
What a gorgeous creature she was. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and Dean longed to bring her back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand.
The brownish pink shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and widespread for all the world to see and the dark curling hairs glistened with the combined moisture of orgasmic secretions. She was an obscenely presented treat, Dean thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly staining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.
There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for that night when they were alone together.
The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated shaft felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace.
Sweat stood out on his forehead and his blond hair fell forward in his eyes.
He closed them with an expression of utter bliss. Shanti stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she heard the peculiar lewd noise of Dean's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Dean looked down at her with an expression akin to agony. "I'm gonna cream on you, baby ... I'm gonna cream all over you!" he announced, and then uttering a spangled cry, he let his raging hot penis jerk upward with a sharp jolt.
"NNNAAAAANNNN~GHGHGHGHHHHH!" he grunted.
Suddenly Shanti felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly reclining body.
Shanti was on her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her brown exposed belly, inching down her still-spread inner thighs toward her already inundated young pussy.
Dean's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Dean uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Shanti's startled features.
Yet, she was unable to feel the disgust that she knew she ought to be feeling. After all, this was Dean ... Dean Clarke was her own man wonderful lover and WOULD BE HUSBAND!
A fortnight later – as destined – and there was no twist in this – Dean and Shanti were man and Wife. The newly elected Mayor Tim Clarke and Legislator Pierce attended the wedding.
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