30-06-2019, 01:56 PM
The bed had a carved wooden head-board and a matching, slightly lower foot-board. There was a decorative mirror above the bed, too. The ends of the foot-board bore carved wooden knobs, raised high, just below groin-level. Jerry watched pop-eyed as she mounted the knob, spreading her legs on either side of it, one foot on the bed with her knee deeply bent, the other on the floor, her back to him. Slowly, she eased her cunt down onto it, and in the mirror, her face spasmed with lust and her head arched back and her mouth jerked wide open as she sank her cunt onto the knob.
He watched her moan, heard her voice, soft and husky and sexily sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and forced her cunt deeper onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh, the entire knob and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft. Whimpering, she rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the wood.
Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork. Jerry saw her buttocks flex tight, open, flex again and then she was fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down. Her face turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her tongue swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip.
How he longed to fuck her mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His fingers were sticky with gunk.
On the bed's foot-board, Shirlyn gasped and moaned, rocking her body back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her cunt ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt churning itself with the knob. She caressed her swinging, pendulous breasts sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked back and forth. Groaning, she fumbled for the *dandiya*.
Slowing her motions, she paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the narrower end of the *dandiya* into it. Pulling it out, she smeared it slowly and then her hand went between her buttocks and Jerry saw her anoint her anus and understood what she was going to do and his jaw dropped in shock and astonishment.
Moaning, Shirlyn leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the *dandiya* in the other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the lubricated tip of the rod to her anus. He saw her pause and then her arm flexed and she pushed the *dandiya* into her asshole. Her head snapped up and he heard her cry.
"OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"
Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed in a trismus of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and sank deeper onto the upright pole and knob. The hand behind her began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the *dandiya* in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt slid up and down the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning, gasping, rocking and lurching.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he saw that her nipples were nut-hard. Her hand rocked behind her back, moving the *dandiya* in and out of her anus faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The gold chain around her neck looked sexy, slithering on her tawny breasts.
With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed, her back bowing inward, her face jerking up and contorting with lust, the hand behind her back tensing, pressing the *dandiya* deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply onto the bedpost. On and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest heaving till it gradually ebbed.
Slowly, she slid the *dandiya* out of her anus and gingerly lifted her cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the bed and lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the floor, her chest heaving. He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for her thighs were spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts again, and her hand slid down her body to her cunt and she slid her finger sensuously up and down the wet slit. Jerry thought the sight of her dark, wet cunt against her slender, bejeweled finger was incredibly erotic.
At last she rose and smiled to herself. It was a satisfied, sensual, wanton look, her eyes glittering with pleasure. Jerry saw that she was sweating, beads of perspiration dotting her upper lip and coursing between her breasts. She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her breasts bounced as she walked.
The bathroom was positioned so that her every move was reflected in the mirror above the bed outside, or the one above the dressing table and so fully visible to Jerry at the keyhole. He watched her on the toilet, douching herself carefully and then she went into the shower, humming to herself.
Jerry watched as she bathed and shampooed. When she soaped herself, her hands roaming her breasts and buttocks and thighs, lathering her crotch, Jerry saw her smile again in pleasure. She plucked the hand-shower from its bracket in the wall and adjusted the spray to a hard, drumming, spurt.
She ran it over her breasts and he saw her nipples harden. Then she spread her legs and, arching her head, directed the jet into her slit. Jerry watched her move it closer to her cunt-lips. Finally, she had it jammed to her cunt-lips and with her other hand she turned the tap up full. The water pressure must have been terrific gauging from her reaction for she gasped and her hips lurched and her head snapped back and she moaned wantonly.
Again she squeezed her breasts in excitement as the water drummed and hammered into her cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked back and forth. She clenched the shower-rod and gasped and her face contorted in a rictus of pleasure, her head arching back, falling forward, rolling from side to side as she moved the water-jet around in her groin.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bath with a towel wrapped around her waist, her torso bare. Her body glistened with water. Absurdly, there was a big, long carrot on her desk. Taking it, she turned and advanced to the door. Jerry froze, terrified that she might fling it open and catch him.
Instead, she stopped and slowly dropped her towel. Her cunt was inches from his eye, just on the other side of the door. His vision filled with it. He stared at it greedily, longing to plunge his now throbbing penis into it again and again, to feel its heat and wetness and tightness.
On the other side of the door, Shirlyn parted her cunt-lips and he saw clearly the tender bright cunt-flesh, the hard stub of her clitoris and he longed to suck it, nibble it, taste the juice that seemed to flow still for the flesh was wet.
She lay on the floor on her back and spread her legs wide, lifting her feet to the wall on either side of the door beyond which Jerry knelt, gasping and gaping. Now she was right in front of him and he was looking between her split legs, straight down at her unfurled cunt. Shirlyn smiled wantonly at the door, and, holding the carrot, inserted it slowly into her cunt.
Her arms were stretched and her breasts bunched between them. Jerry gasped. Slowly, she began to masturbate, moving the carrot in and out of her cunt. He watched it grow wet and shiny with her cunt-juices.
He watched her moan, heard her voice, soft and husky and sexily sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and forced her cunt deeper onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh, the entire knob and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft. Whimpering, she rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the wood.
Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork. Jerry saw her buttocks flex tight, open, flex again and then she was fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down. Her face turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her tongue swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip.
How he longed to fuck her mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His fingers were sticky with gunk.
On the bed's foot-board, Shirlyn gasped and moaned, rocking her body back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her cunt ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt churning itself with the knob. She caressed her swinging, pendulous breasts sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked back and forth. Groaning, she fumbled for the *dandiya*.
Slowing her motions, she paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the narrower end of the *dandiya* into it. Pulling it out, she smeared it slowly and then her hand went between her buttocks and Jerry saw her anoint her anus and understood what she was going to do and his jaw dropped in shock and astonishment.
Moaning, Shirlyn leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the *dandiya* in the other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the lubricated tip of the rod to her anus. He saw her pause and then her arm flexed and she pushed the *dandiya* into her asshole. Her head snapped up and he heard her cry.
"OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"
Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed in a trismus of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and sank deeper onto the upright pole and knob. The hand behind her began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the *dandiya* in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt slid up and down the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning, gasping, rocking and lurching.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he saw that her nipples were nut-hard. Her hand rocked behind her back, moving the *dandiya* in and out of her anus faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The gold chain around her neck looked sexy, slithering on her tawny breasts.
With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed, her back bowing inward, her face jerking up and contorting with lust, the hand behind her back tensing, pressing the *dandiya* deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply onto the bedpost. On and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest heaving till it gradually ebbed.
Slowly, she slid the *dandiya* out of her anus and gingerly lifted her cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the bed and lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the floor, her chest heaving. He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for her thighs were spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts again, and her hand slid down her body to her cunt and she slid her finger sensuously up and down the wet slit. Jerry thought the sight of her dark, wet cunt against her slender, bejeweled finger was incredibly erotic.
At last she rose and smiled to herself. It was a satisfied, sensual, wanton look, her eyes glittering with pleasure. Jerry saw that she was sweating, beads of perspiration dotting her upper lip and coursing between her breasts. She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her breasts bounced as she walked.
The bathroom was positioned so that her every move was reflected in the mirror above the bed outside, or the one above the dressing table and so fully visible to Jerry at the keyhole. He watched her on the toilet, douching herself carefully and then she went into the shower, humming to herself.
Jerry watched as she bathed and shampooed. When she soaped herself, her hands roaming her breasts and buttocks and thighs, lathering her crotch, Jerry saw her smile again in pleasure. She plucked the hand-shower from its bracket in the wall and adjusted the spray to a hard, drumming, spurt.
She ran it over her breasts and he saw her nipples harden. Then she spread her legs and, arching her head, directed the jet into her slit. Jerry watched her move it closer to her cunt-lips. Finally, she had it jammed to her cunt-lips and with her other hand she turned the tap up full. The water pressure must have been terrific gauging from her reaction for she gasped and her hips lurched and her head snapped back and she moaned wantonly.
Again she squeezed her breasts in excitement as the water drummed and hammered into her cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked back and forth. She clenched the shower-rod and gasped and her face contorted in a rictus of pleasure, her head arching back, falling forward, rolling from side to side as she moved the water-jet around in her groin.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bath with a towel wrapped around her waist, her torso bare. Her body glistened with water. Absurdly, there was a big, long carrot on her desk. Taking it, she turned and advanced to the door. Jerry froze, terrified that she might fling it open and catch him.
Instead, she stopped and slowly dropped her towel. Her cunt was inches from his eye, just on the other side of the door. His vision filled with it. He stared at it greedily, longing to plunge his now throbbing penis into it again and again, to feel its heat and wetness and tightness.
On the other side of the door, Shirlyn parted her cunt-lips and he saw clearly the tender bright cunt-flesh, the hard stub of her clitoris and he longed to suck it, nibble it, taste the juice that seemed to flow still for the flesh was wet.
She lay on the floor on her back and spread her legs wide, lifting her feet to the wall on either side of the door beyond which Jerry knelt, gasping and gaping. Now she was right in front of him and he was looking between her split legs, straight down at her unfurled cunt. Shirlyn smiled wantonly at the door, and, holding the carrot, inserted it slowly into her cunt.
Her arms were stretched and her breasts bunched between them. Jerry gasped. Slowly, she began to masturbate, moving the carrot in and out of her cunt. He watched it grow wet and shiny with her cunt-juices.
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