1. Taking orders from the girls


    Date: 5/19/2017, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Author: sterlingass, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    "Sure. I said," but I didn't want to play as desperate as I felt. The threesome was looking possible, but I wasn't sure of the ground I was walking on. I couldn't be that lucky, could I?" "Look... what's your name," Busther said. "Brian." "Brian. You're standing here because you think that we're going to fuck, right? That's why you kept giving me that look all match. So I'm cool with that and so is Margie. So, cut the crap and let's get going. I have to be on the team bus tomorrow afternoon and I want to board with a smile on my face." The red carpet was down and I was walking, no, I was running along it. I led Busther and Margie to my car. It happened to be parked a couple of rows from Margie's truck. I drove to the 24-hour mart and picked up some wings and a couple of six packs of beer. We were at my apartment in under 30 minutes. Margie pulled her car behind mine and as I got out I saw that her license plate said "longone." I didn't give it another thought, figuring it was roller derby lingo or something. We didn't waste too much time eating and drinking. Busther stripped out of her shirt to reveal a hot pink bra that barely contained her Double-D tits. Her powerful ass stayed wrapped in a pair of black jeans that I had no idea how they didn't bust. When she crossed her legs, her thigh muscles rippled. I wondered if she'd crush my head in orgasm while I licked her pussy. Meanwhile Margie sat her giant ass on my chair and I definitely heard it creak. I needed a new kitchen ...
    set anyway. Margie burped and grabbed her bag. "I'll be back in a bit," she said. "No problem," Busther said. Margie was out of sight for a millisecond and that's when Busther stood up and put her hands on my crotch. "Get it out. Now!" Who was I to deny the request. I stood up and dropped my pants. My cock sprung up like a jack in the box. "Tasty," Busther said. "Give it a try," I said. She smiled. "Not you, derby boy. Me. On your knees." I must have hesitated too long because she was all over me. Before I knew it I was on the ground her pussy wrapped in a her jeans pressed onto my face. I breathed in her musk -- barely breathing at all. "Can you taste me?" She asked. All I could do was mumble. She released the pressure and I could speak. "What the?" "Don't move." She leaned back and used her hands to raise herself from my face. That's when I heard Margie. "Too slow, huh?" "They usually are, babe," Busther said. I moved my shoulders and head. Bad idea because Busther dropped back down onto my face like a sack of bricks. The only reason she didn't break my face is that she must have done this before, bounced her pussy from a foot above and down. Experience. "I said, 'don't move.'" Busther rose again. Margie was on the floor behind her. She reached around and unsnapped Busther's pants and slowly inched them down. I was able to see her ass cheeks and then her hairless pussy. Busther stood up and Margie pulled the pants all the way down. I didn't move as the clothes fell across ...