Free Beaches and Cream by Kojo Black Page A

formidable pressure in that soft and secret place fired off a million hormones in my rapidly depleting brain. And still the thing seemed to grow thicker.
    â€œYou sweet girl,” Veronica cooed into my ear. “Good, good girl. You can do it for me, can’t you?”
    I gulped and swallowed hard. My eyes popped wide and I nodded into Veronica’s beautiful face. Despite its thickness, the thing was so smooth and slippery that in my nearly-seated position, the plumpening bulb continued to work its way up inside me, prising apart my soft tissues and forcing every ion of sensation to amplify between my slippery thighs and buttocks so that I was little more than a quivering mass of endorphins.
    â€œVeronica…..” I gasped. “It’s….so….thick….” My breathing grew short and jagged.
    â€œOh, I know, darling. I know,” she said, sliding her hands down my neck. “But trust me. It will be wonderful.”
    Her hands moved down my chest, over my breasts and to my sensitive nipples. She took the two proud and vulnerable peaks between her fingers and squeezed. Gently, at first. And suddenly hard.
    â€œHunnhh….!!” It was nothing but noise. The only sound I was capable of. I felt for a moment like I would cum. But then the pain took hold to mingle with the pleasure. Between the shock of the bulb in my ass, the abuse of my nipples, and the sheer, rude pleasure pervading it all, a guttural growl rippled up from the pit of my stomach.
    â€œGod, Mand…” she sighed. You are absolutely delicious! Here we go now….”
    And with that, she pulled firmly down on my belligerent nipples, forcing my body down onto the plug beneath me. My poor nipples cried out in pain as my sphincter stretched around the widest girth of the oily stone.
    I absolutely wailed. My body confused by pain and pleasure from every direction. But Veronica did not relax her dominance. My poor tits throbbed as my bottom convulsed and struggled in vain against the unrelenting fat piece forcing it open. I tried to breathe, but Veronica halted my breath and my wailing with her mouth. Her kiss was deep and warm and hungry, as if she did truly find me delicious. My open mouth was a welcoming receptacle for her sweet lips, and then for her tongue. I thought I would faint from this overload of sensation. Rough hands tugging at my tender tits while sweet kisses the flavour of peaches poured into my mouth. At last, my violated bottom finally conceded its forced dilation over the torturous bulb of the tulip. The tender ring flexed wider than it had ever been, before closing tightly around the plug’s narrow base. All sense of pain left me. I was left awash with a hallucinogenic pleasure. The fat tulip was deep in my rectum, and my convalescing anus clutched and puckered greedily at the stem.
    But that thick, invasive bulb had another effect, and I felt Veronica’s lips smile against mine as that effect took hold—just as she new it would. The fat tulip behind left little room for the two droning eggs in my front. In the crowded sheath of my over-stimulated vagina, the plug, separated only by the silky vellum between, squeezed the balls forward. In the limited space, the undulation of the spheres was no longer subtle. Instead, they settled firmly into my constricted pleasure duct. They settled in right against my g-spot. And I knew they were going to make me cum. It felt like when Veronica had massaged me there with her fingers—but much deeper now. Much more intense. And totally unrelenting. The fat plug in my ass drove the balls into my g-spot; and the buzzing, throbbing spheres did the only thing they could do. My thighs began to tremble in the onslaught of orgasm, as the heat rose through me to my chest, my cheeks, and to the very top of my head. My cunt and my rectum tried in vain to contract. But they succeeded only in squeezing tightly around the solid, bulbous items that were