The ominous presence in her rectum seemed to contract her vaginal sheath, amplifying the effect of Angela's actions. Powerless to resist, she closed h...r eyes as Angela ravaged her with the strap-on.Their breasts pressed together, erect nipples rubbing deliciously and sending sparks of delight to their enraptured brains. Joanna suddenly appreciated the joy that the strict bondage delivered and strove to deepen the depth of Angela's strokes."You're enjoying it now, my little slave," Angela. Her skirt whispered to the ground. She was naked. She lay on the couch and spread her legs wide. The invitation was clear.My cock rose and I mounted her, my cock sliding gloriously into her hot, wet cunt. I started thrusting slowly."Harder!"I pumped my hips. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard, our tongues entwined. "You still - ahh - have six - ohh to go. If you come, it will hurt - uhh - twice as much."She grinned at me evilly as I fucked her. She knew I was close. I knew she was. It seems girls did not shave their pubes in those days, or at least the girls I knew did not. Of course I was not that familiar with any girl and the hygienics they practiced anyway.The more I watched the braver and hornier I got. My male hormones became wilder and wilder demanding to be let loose driving my hand harder and faster and my precum dripping just from the anticipation of viewing these two girls as they undressed. My hand would travel down to my cock involuntarily grabbing my cock. I had played golf in a foursome with Mark on several occasions and had heard enough comments from him to know that he took some liberties with his female "clients". I also knew that Mark, who was divorced, had the hots for my wife but she was turned off by the fact that he was a mortician. I also had another buddy whose wife had left him and who had commented that he would love to have a piece of that (my wife) if she hadn't been married. Well, I know it sounds really strange, but I wanted one.