1. One Trick Penny – Chapter 8


    Date: 3/3/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    jammed into their slick cunt, was the loser, but that wasn’t really the point of the contest. The marks were paying to see two hot chicks rolling over each other and tonight, they were getting their money’s worth. Both of the ladies had tight muscular bodies and worked at sliding over each other as the oil embedded itself into their supple flesh. I had to admit; my own twat was starting to tingle watching those two go at it, as they hurled threats of bodily injury at each other. The redhead’s panties were ripped from her body as she rolled onto the mat on her stomach. She cried out in mock pain and then cursed loudly, as she battled her opponent's hand from entering her juicy slit. The two stood and locked up again. This time the redhead’s fingers pulled at the brunette’s hair. The hair scrunchy flew off and her wavy dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could see the redhead’s legs had moved apart, and she’d left herself vulnerable to finger penetration. Instead of going for the obvious win, the brunette grabbed a chunk of auburn locks and began to pull. “Hey, you sluts break it up.” I ran ...
    in to separate them. I’d gotten too involved with the drama of the match, and my feet slipped out from under me. I landed flat on my back as the two stood grinning down at me like weasels. Within seconds, my top had been pulled off and my panties removed. One remarked about how my pussy had become sopping wet and even as I tried to pull my legs back together, I felt both of their fingers enter my cunt. I went with the show and moaned in sluttish delight as I had my very first lesbian encounter in front on an anonymous Internet audience. The two wrestlers continued to pump away at my eager pussy, as I shamelessly arched my hips and pleaded for them not to stop. They both glanced at me with a slight sense of shock when they realized I wasn’t acting. The bell rang, and two other impromptu referees ran to rescue me. I’m not sure, what the house made from my services that evening, but on the van ride back to the motel, I counted two hundred dollars. I decided not to immediately tell Dave everything about my adventures, but instead portion it out when it suited me. ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 8 of 12 ~ ~ ~
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