" Her body betrayed her and she opened her mouth, licking away the salty, silkydroplet. He pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her, his tongue thru...ting, hishands greedily gripping her breasts. '"Whatever I want, right? That's whatyou said. LOOK at me dammit!" He jerked her chin up, letting her glimpse theseething conflict in his eyes. And then he grabbed her arm, dragging her overto the granite altar. Like some sacrificial Incan concubine he pushed her infront of him against it, reaching. "I would like that very much," replied an equally turned-on Carol, who managed to resist the urge to fondle Brenda's tits.The two women had each walked into town so they headed towards Brenda's house giggling and walking very close together and occasionally touching. Neither had had any lesbian experience of note before the previous evening but they now both had a taste for more of it, literally.They got inside Brenda's house and did what they had been wanting to do since setting eyes on each. They were circumspect movements but soon developed confidence as I enjoyed the feelings more and more. Within a few seconds of me beginning to ride Andy’s cock with my arse, he responded with his own rhythmical motion, I’d not expected this form of anal sex to feel so good. Our steady motion made it feel as though my g-spot was being teased from the opposite side, making both my pussy and arse throb hard. I could feel my juices trickling steadily down my thighs and legs, the sensations turning. Actually someone could argument that I have a psychological disease. I have anal sex every minute possible of my life on the week ends. I dream with anal sex. I want anal sex from the minute I walk into the house until, out of exhaustion, I fall sleep or the girls are too tired. At work I find myself distracted thinking of anal sex. I live for anal sex. I can take the girls now for multiple penetrations. Once one girl finishes the other takes the place on my ass and so forth. One night Gabby.