He moved on the bed between her spread legs. She felt his cock poking her open pussy as he tied the spreader bar to the ring above the bed. She felt h...r juices leak more with each touch of his cock to her hot wet open pussy. His cock rubbed across her clit sending a shock of pleasure deep inside her cunt. Her juices coated his cock and ran down the crack of her ass pooling on her little rose bud. She was crying and begging him to stop. She felt him move into position and at the entrance to her. I could hear Lynda in my mother’s bathroom doing the same. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and dropped the dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. I grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and walked down the hall towards my room. I had no sooner opened my bedroom door when I heard Lynda down the hall. “Hey sweetheart, why don’t you take me to bed and make me feel good?”, she asked. I look up and she was standing in my mother’s bedroom door dressed only in a pink tank top and pink lace. Her tongue sought and found mine as our passion rose to unbelievable heights. She took the lube, put a generous dollop on her finger, and applied it directly to her asshole. She worked it in with her finger, sighing with pleasure as she did. She removed her finger and rubbed the remaining gel all around my forefinger. Then she turned around, and, kneeling, leaned forward onto her elbow pulling my hand toward her eager rosebud. I probed gently, working my finger all around before slowly. Apparently it was morning already. “Hey girl, what--” she looked at me. “Fun night?” she started giggling uncontrollably. I looked down to find two fingers still lodged in my pussy, my nightie hitched up to the bottoms of my tits, with white states splattered here and there. I jumped and went to cover myself up, but I then realized that this was Carly here; there wasn’t really much of a point. I pulled the fingers out of my cunt and licked them clean. “How was your night?” I asked, changing.