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Teenie in a kinky black leather mask
Pleasuring Peggy Sanford Continues
A lazy sunny Sunday in July out in the beyond the middle of nowhere the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging broken down porch. Abandoned surrounded by out of control weeds large bald spots of ground surrounded by a few tufts of hardy grass it looked to be a farmer s place gone bust a repository of some family s memories and not much more.
Actually I saw the place while driving the rental car a yellow Mustang convertible its white top down. Peggy her face buried in my lap sucking my cock saw nothing but the fabric of my Chinos the open yawning in the front of my pants.
Fifteen minutes earlier Peggy attired in short pink running shorts with white stripes down their sides and a tight white tee shirt her raven black hair bound in a pony tail sat in the white leather passenger seat bare right leg draped over the passenger door ankle nudging the rear view mirror foot flattened against the rushing wind. She leaned back in her seat eyes closed the sunlight washed across her beautiful and extremely photogenic face.
Watching her dress this morning in the single-wide mobile home outside Des Moines I knew she wore no panties no bra under the shorts and shirt. Earlier I reached over slid my right hand down under the top of her shorts my fingers finding her moist slit poking into her finger fucking her as I tooled this beast down the road.
Peggy smiled pulled her leg into the car leaned over unzipped my trousers and took me in her mouth. Being on a graveled country lane surrounded by nothing but corn fields the occasional pasture with a few morose looking cows swishing their tails no traffic behind us I slowed down to a near crawl enjoyed the sensation of Peggy s mouth drawing down on my cock.
Dear Peggy cocksucker extraordinaire laved my member with juices from her mouth. Bubbles in her saliva drenched me. Licks suction the breeze of her breath all these sweet virtues contained in her mouth wiped out any suggestion such wonderful feelings were in any way a vice. Her mouth transplanted into a man s body I am instantly gay so good she is at giving head.
I turned right into what was once a drive-way next to the collapsing house. I parked the car leaned back against my head rest and closed my eyes. This was the simplest and most effective way to devote all my attention to Peggy s ministrations. My semen ready to burst forth at any moment I concentrated not a difficult task pushing my loins up toward her mouth at the same time I held on to her head my fingers under her soft hair over her ears I gentled her head down on my shaft as though she needed any help.
Women with no heart for giving head had sucked my cock quite badly as it turned out. Other women proficient in the skill did a most commendable job even if never managing to suck my sperm into the caverns of their mouths. Several others were masters of fellatio geniuses at sucking a man s dick. Even these scattered few were not quite up to Peggy s standard of excellence. She did this thing with her mouth I do not know how she did it but it was like an atomic fireball engulfing my cock. Apparently an older woman she knew a woman sold into white slavery when she was a fresh faced ingГ©nue forced into servitude in a seraglio. She learned the skill amongst others during a lengthy course of instruction needed to properly pleasure the sultan and his successors. Peggy had learned well under this woman s tutelage and within a few minutes I shot off into her mouth. She sat up daintily wiped her lips with a tissue pulled from her purse. As I zipped my cock back into my pants a pastel ring of pink collared my cock.
Where are we? She looked around saw the partially bashed in house. My God it looks like something from the Grapes of Wrath. Let s explore. She leaned down flipped her slides over and slid her bare feet into them opened her door and stepped on to the weed covered ground.
I opened my door climbed out and walked around the hood of the Mustang glinting under the summer sun. Peggy nearly skipped headed toward the house s dilapidated front porch. Delectable in those shorts full of verve and vitality she nearly bubbled over with pep. Must be all those red-eyes she had to work when she was a flight attendant.
It was hard to imagine she was up most of the previous night fucking me and a young woman we had met in downtown Des Moines a place called Java Town.
This woman a Japanese lady more girl then woman with the biggest tits I had ever seen breast augmentations for sure but still a thrill to look at in my masculine opinion.
She sat in a dark blue fabric covered easy chair one of three situated around a tiny low slung wooden table near several other similar groupings in an establishment selling coffee pastries and trinkets. She looked bug eyed peering over the promontory of her jugs reading Gibbons Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. Held securely in the palms of her ring encrusted hands she concentrated on her reading and still managed to fend off men with practiced ease. A white tee shirt with a large yellow smiley face at its center the logo about four feet in front of the rest of her it seemed. Wearing tight blue jeans and black open toed high heels one leg crossed over the other when Peggy and I entered after dinner in a barely adequate Italian eatery.
Her face made up to the max wavy black hair piled in a sculpted drift on her head shined under the overhead lights.
Peggy occupied the chair to left of the woman while I went for our drinks. By the time I returned Peggy had a new friend named Kimiko. Peggy s winning smile the smooth sexy tone of her voice always made me tingle hearing it often has the same effect on others: men and women. I could see her doing the part of the psych on the Sopranos no problem. She could be a cool as a cucumber hostage negotiator too. Her slender frame curved in all the right places made her most pleasing eye candy too.
I sat down in the chair to Kimiko s right. Later Peggy brought me up to speed on the lady s history.
This behemoth bust mounted on such a tiny and shapely full blooded Japanese woman from San Jose was stranded in Des Moines. She lived in a rented house trailer and four nights a week she danced around a gold pole in a place called Pussy Galore. Frequented by red necked farmers stock yard workers reeking of rawhide white collar guys and the occasional college kid no doubt I could not imagine her being able to wrap a kimono the sheerest most elastic robe around those knockers. Apparently her boyfriend a no account shiftless wanderer with no redeeming features other then an immense cock was locked away in the city s jail awaiting trial for the unsuccessfully robbery of a convenience store. He did not know the place was operated by a Korean whose son was Des Moines cop a uniformed Des Moines cop. He happened to be sitting in the back room on a stool chewing Kimshi and Korean BBQ when the hapless guy pulled out the gun. It is a wonder the guy was not blown away when the son still chewing pickled cabbage and Kalbi came out of the room aiming a 9 mm at Kimiko s boyfriend.
Two steaming lattes and two cafГ© Americano later Kimiko invited Peggy to her digs. Early on it became apparent I was of secondary interest but I was invited to come along anyway.
Twenty minutes later we where on a windy flat walking into a dirty white mobile home with dirtier white corrugated tin strung around its base. I hoped to get out of here before the next twister showed up. Kimiko s shoes made a racket on the metal step. More noise was made trolling inside her purse for her keys and then sound as she twisted the key in the door lock the rest of the keys banging against the metal door. A bare yellow bulb to ward off bugs was screwed into a socket to the left of the door.
I felt something burning on the back of my neck turned around. In the trailer next door in the glare of a television I saw an old man with Ronald Reagan s thick hair sitting in a Lazy Boy rocker recliner looking our way.
As Kimiko finished opening the door she looked back over her right shoulder to see what I was looking at.
That is Arthur. He is harmless. I fucked him once and now he watches me like a hawk begs me sometimes to give him another roll. Maybe some day if I am truly desperate.
Kimiko spoke with no accent. I do not think she even spoke Japanese. Seeing her at first glance I had imagined her sounding like geisha not able to say the letter r. I was such a racist. My grandfather a survivor of the Bataan Death March did not care for the Japanese at all. Seeing your buddies beheaded on a jungle trail tends to cause one s polarization I suppose. I loved the Japanese especially Japanese women. Hell sushi was a favorite food of mine and what I knew of World War II came from books and John Wayne movies. In the Duke s movies if someone was beheaded you never actually saw the bloodletting. I had read of soldiers getting a hard on chopping off someone s head in one clean cut but that was one erection I had no desire to experience. Peggy in the vicinity there were no worries about me getting a raging hard on anyway.
We followed Kimiko into her place. The place smelled of lemons and vanilla. To our left a small bedroom with a built in closet standing open and jammed tight with clothes to the right of the closet two dressers covered with feminine things could be seen. Directly in front of the entry door was a bathroom with a tub too small for a normal sized person but adequate for bathing with its shower head a tad too low for one of my height. To the right a small kitchen with a gas range sink in a small counter top and full sized refrigerator abutted a combination living dining area. This area not much bigger then the one bedroom held a dinette set its side leaves folded down like a resting bird a small sofa the size of a love seat and a 13 inch television mounted high on the wall corner that joined the patio door to a bay window looking out on the street. The place was pristine muggy from being shut up all day. Nothing out of place save for several stacks of books near the green sofa and fashion magazines overflowing a sewing bag sitting in its wooden cradle next to the divan. Kimiko would have an easy time on a submarine.
Peggy wearing a short blue skirt the tiniest pink hue thrown into the color matching blue heels and a button down white silk blouse sat down on the divan. Before joining her Kimiko turned on the air conditioner mounted in the bay window to the left of the sofa. Blasts of cool air quickly erased the muggy heat making the place more comfortable immediately.
Grabbing the nearest wooden captain s chair bracketing the small dinette table I flipped it around and faced Peggy and Kimiko. I was still amazed by this woman s huge breasts. To find a Japanese woman in Des Moines Iowa even more amazing. I had seen such bounty in such places as Las Vegas San Francisco New York Paris Rome and London but never in the midst of the Corn Belt. Apparently I looked in the wrong locales.
How about some wine said Kimiko.
That would be great said Peggy.
Yes I chimed in.
Kimiko moved gracefully to the beige refrigerator across from the kitchen sink leaned down jugs leading the way removed a bottle of Moet opened it swiftly and poured the liquor into three small juice glasses patterned with tiny oranges attached to small green leaves. She handed me a glass positioned the bottle near me apparently I was the designated pourer this evening. She carried the other two glasses to the divan handed one glass to Peggy. The three of us did a round of toasts before Kimiko sat down next to Peggy.
It did not take too long to finish the bottle get a little buzz going.
Convivial conversation quickly petered out the silence filled by more salacious patter. Kimiko stroked Peggy s leg trying not to be too obvious about it.
Kimiko looked at me gauging my reaction to her less then subtle seduction of Mrs. Peggy Sanford. Peggy looked at me smiled. I nodded my head at Kimiko a giving of my blessing.
I had sipped the wine not really tasting it. My eyes filled with the image of Kimiko s shirt twisted about her slender neck. On her throat I noticed her pulse visibly beating as a sign of her excitement. Peggy s blouse was completely off down on the carpeted floor her skirt bunched up around her hips. They kissed passionately and in no time they were nude on the divan and Kimiko was eating Peggy.
Unzipping my pants extracting my cock I stroked away watching these two lovely women making love. Peggy leaned back against the low back of the love seat spread her legs allowing better access for Kimiko s tongue. Peggy still wore her pumps always something I appreciated watching her getting fucked by man woman or me.
Fuck that pussy Peggy said. It feels so good. You have done this before.
Oh yes. I love Roger s big fat cock in me but I love to eat pussy being eaten by another woman s mouth too. Roger s penis will not be available for years I imagine.
Roger the boyfriend in jail no doubt was taking it in the ass or some big black bull with bulging biceps and pecs like steel plates was making dear Roger suck him off at this very minute. Note to self. I had a buddy serving time in a French prison. I bet Peggy would be game to give him some head let him fuck her in the visitor s room. Make it into a real fuckfest with other inmates and the guards doing her too. I knew she considered no cock out of bounds. In her youth she fucked her father and two uncles. Later she blew and bedded her 18 year old son and four of his friends in one extremely lust filled day and night.
I had a surprise planned for her the next day along those lines.
The three of us boiling over with lust were soon in the sanctuary of Kimiko s bed. Kimiko going down on Peggy I my cock throbbing buried inside Kimiko from behind the classical doggy fucking posture my fingers touching those immense globes on her chest for the first time.
Take the lube out of the nightstand and fuck me in the ass Kimiko said to me. Get it nice and deep.
Outside it was dark and across the way Arthur in all likelihood was beating off. Kimiko had lit a small red candle sat it on the taller dresser while Peggy and I slipped under the sheets it guttered mutely lit the tiny room filled for the most part with the big bed.
I leaned over to the squat little nigh stand with several paper books and a small feminine looking lamp on its surface rooted around inside amidst the shadows of dildos vibrators Ben-Wa balls nipple clamps found the cool surface of a well used tube of K-Y jelly.
Greasing my cock with the clear jelly smearing a large dollop on Kimiko s anus I easily slid my prick into her back door.
Kimiko groaned as I settled into her. Since meeting Mrs. Peggy Sanford we had consumed vast quantities of K-Y jelly. She loved ass fucking no less then any other fucking. The first time she was fucked in the ass was by a Mexican a former gardener and then a sex show star in Marseilles nicknamed El Jefe. This took place in the midst of small amphitheater filled with spectators watching couples fuck much like Roman citizenry once cheered on gladiators waging combat in ancient Rome. She also fucked him the conventional manner sucked him off and her lust still not appeased she took on three other equally endowed men. All the fucking scrutinized by 100 sets of eyes many of them masturbating and others getting head at the same time.
I crashed into Kimiko s tight young ass. To me fucking a woman s butt was being the first to invade a virgin s booty. The channel my cock occupied resisted my assault instinctively tried to repel me but I gave no ground and it was so delicious.
Fuck I screamed. Fuck.
All this time Kimiko continued to peg Peggy down with her brushing mouth roll her tongue around inside her its pink color looking gunmetal gray in the candle s subdued light.
Peggy cried out groaned moaned and freely used the raunchy argot of the cheapest hooker spurring on a john to a quick release so another client could climb into one of her orifices. Naturally the rule of such a tawdry hooker was always quantity not quality. In Peggy s case she appreciated quantity but valued most of all the quality of the fucking. As did I. I reveled in the quantity and quality of copulating with Peggy Sanford anytime and anywhere.
My hands and arms tried to encompass Kimiko s jugs but found rough going. I dearly wanted to fuck those tits slide my shaft into her mouth spatter my sperm across her big boobs and fill her mouth with loads of semen. Not to mention go down on her shaved pussy have her and Peggy do my cock together.
Kimiko and Peggy were oblivious to me. Even with my cock buried to the hilt in Kimiko s ass. Peggy fucked by me simultaneously pleasured by another man I did not detect such separation of her self. This was a sister s intimacy unmatched by a man and woman wantonly wallowing on whatever fuck pad they found themselves on. All the parties frolicking in this bed had signed a treaty pledging to pleasure one another but only the two females knew the language of the secret protocol of this concord. It was enticing though to watch to participate even if I was sometimes a third wheel.
Regardless of their private understanding their unintentional but quite palpable distance I would soon fuck Peggy fuck Kimiko both of them pleasing my penis. One taking me in her mouth the other playing with my balls or sucking them as ardently as the other worked her magic.
Honey lick me deeper drive your hot little tongue in. Give it to me give me a good mouth fucking. I heard Peggy say under Kimiko lush shadowed figure.
Hearing that I jammed my cock into Kimiko deeper. The top of her coiffure nearly penetrating Peggy s snatch.
After I came prodigiously in the vat of Kimiko s ass I withdrew crossed my legs and rubbed my slick cock watching the two of them fuck with total abandon.
Peggy sucked the nipples on Kimiko s chest bit them and played with them with perfect white teeth. Kimiko returned the favor dropped down on Peggy s perfectly fine jugs sucked them into her mouth and loved the hell out of them. Peggy ate Kimiko hungrily showing the same devotion to her pussy as she gave to my cock. Peggy the perfectionist at work as a mother a wife and a stylish clothes horse was no different applying herself as the most wanton of women.
Her bi-sexual self emerged at 18 as a college freshman. Since then she had experienced virtually every sort of sexual dalliance available to consenting adults. To look at this woman of such demure affability made her all the sexier in whatever she chose to do.
The two of them rolled about the well disturbed bed fucking and making love. My fingers its cluster of digits just a few days earlier tapping away at a keyboard preparing for tomorrow s festivities now slid up and down the hard meat rigidly jutting from between my legs.
Honey you look lonely sitting there like Gandhi. Why don t you fuck Kimiko while I lick your balls?
We did so. My cock boosted into the trove between Kimiko s muscled thighs. Peggy squatted licked my balls as I moved in and out of our new friend. She raked her long red nails across the sensitive underside of my gonads too.
You like that don t you tiger? Fuck this Japanese bitch give it to her hard.
The scratching of Peggy s fingers penetrated the soft jelly like substance of my sack shot at a trillion miles an hour straight to pleasure center buried in my brain. Peggy s full red lips did the exact same thing.
If I died this very moment I would do so at the summit of sexual ecstasy.
Kimiko s pussy gripped me like a vice compressed to its limit but the pressure not hurting at all but merely drove me to even higher levels of orgiastic revelry.
Fuck that cunt Peggy screamed out. I bet Arthur heard that.
No headboard on the bed Kimiko grabbed at the wall as I fucked her. Well above our heads a wooden shelf held a long line of paperback books they rumbled slightly.
Fuck that feels so good so good she said.
After I come I want to fuck those giant tits of yours slide my cock into your mouth for a little head action.
Yes please yes. Make me cum.
Sperm rushed into her. Kimiko draped her legs about my waist smacked into the top of Peggy s bobbing head.
God that feels so good she said.
For a time we took a break. We slept. Me in the middle Peggy to my left Kimiko to my right and each one of my ladies held on to my cock as we slumbered.
At some point I tumbled to the refrigerator cracked the door open and found a can of diet Coke guzzled it down in maybe two gulps. I was that parched.
Burping trying to be low keyed about it I returned to the bedroom found Peggy and Kimiko going at it once more. I turned around made my way to the love seat turned on the TV kept the volume turned down low watched the final part of Good Bye Mr. Chips on the Turner Classic Movie channel. I loved old movies. Oh to get a chance to boff Greer Garson Ava Gardner Gene Tierney in their prime. Especially I wanted to do Ms Gardner and of course Liz Taylor when she did Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. That movie always pissed me off though. A brilliant bit of writing by Tennessee Williams but how could Maggie the Cat s husband Brick Pollitt not fuck her until the very end of the movie. Total nonsense in my opinion even if it was clouded by fulfilled lust.
An hour later after another movie commenced I heard Peggy say Steve we are so ready for you now.
Using the remote I turned off the TV and I was back betwixt Peggy and Kimiko before the signal reached the television I think.
How about letting two sexy and beautiful women suck your cock? Peggy said.
She was out of breath but not slowing down one iota.
These two nubile vixens surrounded my cock like two teenage girls in the softest crinoline draping ribbons round a may pole.
Taking turns each one sucked my cock. Their styles in gulping down my penis were quite different but just as pleasurable. Peggy more aggressive did her special trick on my dick. Kimiko was a softer sucker but just as efficient.
While one sucked the other played with my shaft stroked it and ran her slender fingers across my balls. More super fast chords of pleasure raced to my pleasure center.
Ladies you are going to kill me with nothing but your hot little mouths.
The fingers of my left hand fucked Peggy s boiling pussy. The fingers of my right hand fucked Kimiko s hot pussy.
To be honest I am not sure who my semen went into. I think it was Kimiko but it might have been Peggy.
Before morning light began filtering into the bedroom I fucked Kimiko s tits and used the deep cleavage between them as a channel for my cock straight into her mouth.
Of course Peggy and I fucked too and the two of them did each other while I watched.
In the morning the full light of day Kimiko fixed us breakfast we each showered said our good byes and hit the road. Peggy and Kimiko did each other one last time while I bent down under the shower head.
A few hours later as Peggy and I approached the house s front porch I said
This run down place once belonged to my grandfather. Now I own what little is left of it. He was a much better crop duster then farmer I think. He was a survivor of the Bataan Death March too. About fifteen years ago he caught my sweet grandma fucking an old Japanese guy. He killed them both and then turned the gun on himself.
My God did he do all that here?
No he did it in a cheap motel in Des Moines.
I am sorry honey.
I did not know them all that well. He hated the Japanese though and I guess when he saw his wife sleeping with the enemy he totally lost it.
By this time we stood on the porch looking into the house through the mesh of a severely lacerated screen door.
No ghosts or ghouls here lover I said. Something much better you will like it.
Through the cloudy haze made by the screen Peggy Sanford saw a small white teddy bear wearing a red sweater a white heart in the center of its chest sitting in the center of the living room floor. The little guy was surrounded by the refuse of transients often spending the night. The bear held on to a foil covered balloon filled with helium. Happy Valentine was written across its shiny surface in big bold red letters.
I know it s late for Valentine s Day but we had not met yet had we?
While she focused her attention on the bear at least 30 naked men poured from the several rooms clustered around the living room.
The bear and all those bare men are for you lover. I coordinated most of it on my computer made some calls. Joe and Frank and Teddy standing right there are old friends of mine and they are wired in to the sexy underbelly of this region. They helped too.
I wondered why we came to Iowa of all places Peggy Sanford said.
Her eyes were already inflamed and without looking I knew her pussy was drenched the fluid about ready to dribble down her thighs.
I have several guys with the biggest cocks anywhere. I have guys into bondage discipline sadism and masochism and they have all their tools. I have guys who NEVER lose their erections guys that make money shots right on queue. One guy is nearly a double for your son another one resembles your old man down to his goatee. The guy right there is like the greatest expert in the world when it comes to the Karma Sutra. The man standing there has killed three women fucking them to death. He has promised to tone it down fucking you. I may even have an alien from the planet Orgasmatune. Those guys there are known for the sheer quantity they can produce of sperm and every one of these guys all of them maybe not the alien is medically cleared and raring to go. For today and tonight I do nothing but watch you get fucked and fuck. I think your personal best fucking men one after the other is 21 or 22 so I wanted to make sure at least 30 had their way with you. I considered inviting Harmony Hill a lusty friend of mine but I wanted you to be the only female getting the attention. After you are all finished I fuck you as the finale.
We stepped into the living room and all the men reached out toward Peggy started mauling her.
Strip bitch so we can get down to business one of the men in the crowd said.