“Sex is always a test, isn’t it?” She says, smiling. “Was it good? Did you cum? How was it for you? We are always putting our abilities to the test when we have sex.” She says, lying back on the bed and pulling her knees up.
“Tell me about the business you have with my dad.” I say, as I begin caressing her inner thighs with my hands.
“There’s not much to tell.” Christina says, as I start licking her upper thighs and down her ass cheeks. “About once a month, we have a weekend party. Daryl schedules meetings all week with his top models and uses the transmitter to give them instructions about how to behave at the party. Top executives, CEOs, politicians all pay upwards of $10, 000 each to attend the party. Imagine a party where every woman is stunningly gorgeous and every one is a sure thing.” She says, as I continue to lick all around her pussy.
“Mmmmmm.” She sighs, as I lick the outside of her thick, pussy lips. I tease and nip at her pussy lips until she’s squirming around and trying to get my tongue into her pussy. I slide my hand over her mound, running my thumb along her thin strip of hair. Pressing down, I hold her against the bed, and with my tongue flattened out, I very slowly lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top.
“Ooooooooo!” She coos, pushing up against my hand, which I keep firmly against her mound, making it hard for her to move. When I get to the top of her opening, I pull my tongue back and do it again, slower.
“So these guys pay $10, 000 to get laid by gorgeous models.” I say, lifting my head from her juicy cunt.
“Yes, but it’s more than that.” She breathes, as she pushes up against my hand. “They can swim nude with them, play pool in the nude, whatever they want, and at the end of the weekend, we give them a souvenir DVD of their visit.” She smiles.
“You film them?” I ask incredulously, before I continue lapping at her juices.
“There are cameras and microphones in every room and all over the grounds.” She says mischievously, as I think about our romp in the exercise room. “Even in the exercise room.” She says, as if reading my mind. “We can watch it later if you like.” Stiffening my tongue, I plunge it into her wet pussy and start tongue fucking her, while continuing to hold her down against the bed. Cameras in every room! Transmitter controlled sex parties! Jesus Christ!
“Mmmmmm. Yeah!” She says, wiggling as much as she can against my tongue, as it pistons in and out of her juicy hole. Reaching up, I pinch and twist her nipples, while I tongue fuck her. Just as she starts to buck her pussy against my tongue, I pull it out and again start licking around the outside of her pussy lips.
“Ohhhhhhhh! Come on, Nick!” She begs, as I suck one of her pussy lips into my mouth and gently nibble the edge of it. I tease her pussy lips, alternating sucking each one, while I continue to maul her tits and pinch her nipples.
“Oh god, Nick!” She cries, arching her back, as I slip two fingers into her pussy and start finger fucking her. Sliding my lips to the top of her pussy, I flick my tongue over her clit a couple of times before sucking it into my mouth. With my lips around her clit, I use my tongue to lightly lick across the tip of it, while I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her soggy pussy.
“Oh fuck!” Christina yells. “Keep doing that! Just like that, Nick!” She pleads, while jerking her ass off the bed in rhythm with my finger fucking.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming, Nick!” Christina yells. “I’m fucking cumming!” She grabs my hair, pulling my face tightly against her cunt, nearly smothering me, as her orgasm rips through her body. Clenching her pussy around my fingers and clamping her thighs against my ears, she shakes and shivers while I continue to lightly flick her clit. She unclamps her legs, just as a flood of creamy juice gushes over my fingers. I replace my fingers with my tongue and lap up her delicious, frothy nectar.
When the flow begins to trickle, I move my body up over hers sliding my hard cock into her steamy pussy. With out any preamble, I strike up a fast rhythm, pounding into her like I’m trying to pulverize her pussy. She pulls her knees up and I hook my arms behind them, bending her nearly in half, while I continue to pummel her pussy like a jackhammer.
“Ohhhhhh! Fuck!” Christina gasps, as I relentlessly slam into her, harder and harder, while I push her feet down towards her shoulders. With her knees pushing against her tits, she reaches her hands around behind me and digs her nails into my ass cheeks. Suddenly, I want to hurt her! I want to fuck her so hard she cries out! I hate her! I hate her for being with my dad! I hate her for knowing I would fuck her! I hate her for being young, beautiful and smart! It’s irrational, but I just fucking hate her!
I stop fucking her. Pushing harder on her legs, I lean up and smile at her. She looks at me apprehensively, as I slowly pull my fully erect, throbbing cock out of her saturated pussy and line it up with her puckered asshole. Without warning I shove it forward, burying it in her tight, unlubricated asshole.
“Arrrgghhhh!” She cries. “Fuck! That hurts!” She yells.
“Good!” I yell back, as I pump my hard cock in and out of her asshole. Her pussy juice on my cock provides enough lubricant and I start gliding easily in and out, building up the tension in my balls, until I explode inside her ass. I pull out, collapsing on the bed, panting.
“Daryl!” Christina yells. “Get in here and finish what your son started!” She calls out. Dad comes in, shedding his clothes. “He was fucking my ass, but I didn’t cum yet.” She complains, as she gets up on all fours and presents her asshole to him. “He left plenty of lubricant, just fuck me hard!” She says, smiling at me.