It was a big black vibrator shaped like a real cock with a big knob and thick veins running up the shaft. She twisted the base and felt it come alive...in her hands. Shivers ran up her spine as she pressed the tip against her stiff clit. She ran it around and around her bud. Then slid up down her pink slit and pushed it in. It wasn’t as good, or as big as Shawn’s hard cock, but it felt great anyway. She started to slowly pump it in and out of her tight hole. She brought her other hand from. She loved the descriptor “built for comfort”. She’d been raised to understand that sex was a gift to be used wisely and often. From an early age she’d known why uncles and aunts and other special guests spent nights in her parents’ bed. After serious discussions with her mother, and obtaining a reliable long term contraceptive, she embraced polyamory as a natural and very pleasurable part of her life.She had known that Chad was the one to marry from the second time they’d been naked together.. If this was life on the farm, I’m leaving the city ASAP.Linda Lou stopped by where I was sitting and checked that I still had beer, leaning over with her big bazooms swinging. I got a good shot of her jungle crotch growth and wondered how Ole Bill ever found where to put his pecker. “Is yer pecker feelin better now? We alles want our guests ter be relaxed.”I found my vocal chords and said, “I sure as hell am.” I didn’t know what else to say. I went to find Ole Bill.He greeted me with, “If’n yew. Gasping moans gurgled deep in her throat. Spittle dribbled from her mouth, down her father's prickshaft as she bobbed her head rapidly up and down.Harry pulled his fingers from her body and watched as she went into spasms. Grinning lewdly, he took his juice-stained fingers and rammed them into her ass, stretching her shitter wide, preparing it for his long thick cock.With three fingers stuffed in her ass, Crissy snapped her head away from her father's cock. "Ayieeee!" she squealed. She stared.