Down.
Until that big ass lifted in the air, like a rocket about to take off, creamy mounds that couldn’t be denied. Giant boobies dangled towards the floor, huge and pendulous, swaying in time to the music.
“You like that?” she cooed, looking at us from between her legs. “You like that, big boy?”
And without waiting for a reply, the girl slid one small hand up a meaty thigh before plucking her g-string out of her ass and pulling it the lace the side so it bisected a big white cheek.
“How do you like that?” she cooed throatily. “How do you like that, big boy?”
Andrew and I sat there thunderstruck, unable to move. But only for a moment. Because the female was so fucking delicious. Wet, swollen lips stared at us, that vaginal hole dripping with goo. As we watched, a small bead of cream coagulated before running hotly down, trailing off her lips to drop to the floor.
And oh shit, that ass. Big white cheeks with a pink slit in between, punctuated by a brownie up top. I had to taste it. There was no more waiting.
And in a flash, both Andrew and I were out of our seats, kneeling behind the beautiful girl. I tongued her back hole as Andrew kissed that sweet slit.
“Oh!” Joanie squealed, eyes squeezed shut as we ate both her sensitive spots from behind. “Oh oh oh!”
I’m a dirty motherfucker for sure. Because running my mouth over her rim, I traced those tight pleats before slipping my tongue into her brown star. It wasn’t easy but I did it, easing that muscle into her rump.
“Oh!” Joanie screamed then, bracing herself against a chair. “Oh oh oh!”
Shit, the musky ass taste was so good. But even better was Andrew’s reply. Because he strummed her clit with his tongue before opening his mouth and forming a suction over her hole.
“She creams even harder when you do that,” was his grunt. “Do it again so I can get more.”
And I obliged. Forming my tongue into a point again, I slithered it up her rectum, the musky ass taste so dirty and yet hot. And Andrew grunted, eyes going wide, mouth fixed to her hole as he gulped furiously. Oh yeah, she must have poured like Niagara Falls down his throat, that sweet pussy cream oozing like tasty lava.
But the flight from Chicago to Atlanta isn’t long, and we’d already used up precious time chitchatting and watching her dance. It was time to get down.
So slowly, we lowered the luscious female form to the floor. Big boobs heaved, her private parts slick and wet from our saliva and female juice. But it was time for man juice now.
Easing a finger into her channel, I watched as Joanie’s eyes rolled up in the back of her head, only the whites showing.
“You’re tight,” I rasped. “Real tight.”
Never mind, tight would make everything feel better. I leaned over that ivory form, getting ready to ease my cock in.
But Joanie came to for a moment, gasping and half sitting up.
“I’m tight because-“ she paused, embarrassed.
I raised an eyebrow.
And she blurted, cheeks flushing red.
“I’m tight because I’m a virgin,” was her rushed admission. “But please don’t stop,” she begged, cupping her tits while spreading her legs wider. “Please don’t stop, this feels so good.”
Andrew and I exchanged startled glances. A slut like this was a virgin? The creamy girl who’d just danced for us, pulling her thong out of her crack and licking her nipples like a pro? What the hell?
But there was truth in those words, her brown eyes wide. So Andrew leaned forwards, brushing his lips against the sweet brunette’s.
“No worries,” he rasped. “Aaron will go easy on you. He’s just the guy you need.”
And there was truth in those words. When we double team virgins, usually I break them in. It’s just preference. Andrew likes his cunts squishy and wet, often with my sperm already sloshing around inside. Meanwhile, I like ‘em fresh and new, so tight that I have to work my way in.
So I nuzzled her clit again, biting down on that sensitive bud before leaning back and bumping my glans against her hole.
“You ready sweet thing?” came my growl. “You ready for some heavy fucking?”