Or, better, that Polly the Preggo was flicking her off. Not that she was a lesbian. Yet. A virgin in the pursuits of sapphic delights, she’d jump on...anything with a pulse at this exact point in time. The implications of that could be considered on or beyond the edge of decency, but this story never assumed decency, even from its conception.Opening the cupboard below the kettle to find the teabags, Bitchy Barbara found something else instead. Pulling it out of the cupboard, she heaved it up onto. “Fuck fuck fuck…Oh David, don’t stop! Oh, oh oh God yes! Yes! Yes!” She slumped beneath me, breathless. I eased my relentless pounding of her cunt and made to withdraw. “No. Don’t, David. I want you to cum inside me.” She kissed me, wrapped her legs around me and whispered in my ear, “Fuck me until you cum. Give me all your cum. Soak my pussy, David.” I needed little more encouragement. I’d been holding back since she and Channy started sucking my cock. Four or five deep strokes later I felt as. " Toooo, damn, good, shit!"I wiggled my thumb inside her, she spasmed and nearly fell back, again and again slowly. She went rigid and bit into my neck lightly and tenderly, mumbling obscenities under her breath. "You really... are, a... fucking tease."*"You'll get used to it." I hope, not, that would take the fun out of it. I wonder how many... more things, shit, there are that I...fuck... like."*"I'm willing to explore if you are." That... could be...addictive."*"I think..."She twisted her. She hurriedly pulled off the strap-on and unzipped the crutch of her cat-suit. Lying beside me she screamed “Fuck me darling. Fuck me NOW” Not one to argue I mounted her and as we both thrust at each other we came also simultaneously. I rolled onto my back and we both lay there puffing and panting. She rolled on to her side and kissed me. No words were spoken. No words were needed. It had been amazing.It took nearly 10 minutes before we spoke. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked. “Yes” I replied..