1. 1967 Vulva


    Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    floor screeched as if a coffin top being raised. I thought I heard a loud rumbling as the shooing of my nearing sins gravitated toward me. The apparition was dressed to the nines but with little cloth. A red leather waist cincher cinched, accentuating her ample hips as a slathering fog encased my shivering being. I feeling the inevitable, soon to be tongue, poaching my puckering anus. I stripped down to my bare ankles and awaited the gift she would give to me. She was translucent and opulent green, but skin so fair. Like a long legged red breasted robin wearing thigh-high boots with spiked heels. Chestnut hair and green eyes as I was mesmerized. Then the slamming of the door. Beguiled and smitten by her nomenclature. Large natural tits with miniature rings like towel hoops suspended from her extended nipples being sprung... huggable hips with a dash of electrifying wiggle and a smallish cock standing erect as if catching the scent of a spring morning. My knees giving weak at this manifestation and hearing the cling of the rings of eight golden swings tingling from her outer vaginal lips. Each the size of Washington quarters and thick as a slice of pickle loaf. I felt the fester of my brewing old sap churning in my tightening sack as her Prince's baton pierced her piss-hole and glands of her prick. It was her stick that brought enjoyment to my salivating throat each and everyday the fairy gave me her sample. Hopefully she would ask... "Pardon me, ...
    do you have any Grey Poupon?" It had been weeks since my last transaction with an escort... even though I wore a truss. I called it my cummerbund. My lover said it had magnets in order to hold up my testicles. Steeping another tea and absinthe I gathered up my mentality as she neared me. Reaching out for my swollen clout and wrapping a cord around my nuts as if taken reign of a runaway steed. She knelt down and mooned over my doffing prick as she straddled my raising hips. Taking it slow she grasp my dick and swayed it over her slobbering cunt as I laced my fingers through her rings spreading her gaping cavity. Like a harp she played my cock and pulling the string. Het little penis between her fingers rising it's cream to the top. Slowing her cock-spittle, ebbing its volume over my balls as she let go of the torque on the cord... scooting up to roost her ass over my face. Spreading her cheeks I heard the whispering hole inviting my kiss and strumming tongue to play a sonata on her sweeten sphincter. " Aw! you jest with your toy... grow deeper." In between our weekly gathering and during the interludes, I created my toys. This week it was a silicone fist that fit over my tongue. My fist hung deep in places that shook the motes from the rafters as she gave order to advance into uncharted places. Her ass danced a rhumba and my fist-tongue tangoed...the thrill of it all. I heard the roar of distant clung approaching near... a sound of a broken muffler.
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