Sexaholics by Pynk Page A

look like you’ve got it handled. Just relax.
     Take deep breaths and then exhale slowly. You can handle it.”
    “Oh hell. I didn’t know what I was getting into.”
     Falon’s face showed her pleasurable dilemma.
    Reggie said, breathing hard, “Or what
we
were getting into
     you, huh? I’m a big boy, but damn, this is my lucky big day. This is the
     bomb ass pussy here.” He went at breakneck speed. Or breakpussy speed. His
     forehead was laced with sweat.
    Teela watched and instructed with a calming voice, “Fuck her slower,
     Reggie. Fuck her slower and grind on her. Lean down a bit and grind like you
     love her.”
    “Grind?” He looked as though his mind was working as hard as his
     libido. He readjusted Falon’s legs and Teela reached in, placing her left
     hand on Falon’s supple thigh, moving her leg to the side.
    Teela told Falon, “Spread your legs out straight, on each side of him.
     Reggie, hold her up from underneath her hips, along her butt.”
    “My fuckin pleasure.” His colossal hands still weren’t big
     enough to cover the meaty flesh of her soft yellow backside. Loose booty spilled
     between his manicured fingers.
    “No, grind. Slow. And try to hit the top of her pussy. Try to hit it
     halfway, not all the way,” Teela said, watching his every move.
    He did.
    And then Falon’s tone and moan changed. “Oh yeah. Ahh, yes.
     Ahhhh, ahhhh. Uh-huh.” She ground counterclockwise back like she was
     milking every inch of his slow-moving, smooth dick. “Oh yeah, that shit
     feels good.” She gave a deep tongue roll.
    Teela came to a stance and got on the floor behind Reggie. She knelt down
     upon the dark green, soft-pile carpet and watched Reggie’s long dick enter
     Falon’s accommodating pussy, slowly and deeply. The sight brought a rush
     to Teela’s cunt and her lips swelled. Her clit had a hard-on. She knew the
     feeling all too well that Falon had, the feeling of peeing, but she knew the
     truth of what that sensation meant. Teela was feeling it herself. But she knew
     that instead of fighting it, she needed to contract her pussy muscles for a
     moment and hold it while rubbing her clit button in circles. Getting a close-up
     of dick meets pussy, she said, “Fuck her nice. Make her cum. Make
me
cum.” Her voice was deeper. Teela was gearing up.
    Falon spoke sultrily. “Oooh, oooh, oooh, baby, your dick is making me
     wanna pass out. Tell me your name again baby?”
    “Reggie.” He looked down at her soft, sexy face.
    “Reggie what?” She looked up at his fine, chiseled face.
    “Walker. Reggie Walker.” He got a groove going and an angle going
     and a stroke going.
    “Ohhh, yeah. God damn, Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me?” She
     revved up even more. “Reggie Walker, whatcha do to me? Reggie fucking
     Walker, what the fuck?” Her voice shook. “I’m cuming, baby.
     I’m cumming.”
    Falon cocked her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut, taking it all
     in and letting it all out. She squeezed her own nipple while she yelled to free
     her pent-up release of girlie ejaculate, pushed like she was giving birth, and
     then there was a
squish.
    At the same time, Teela bore down like she knew she should, and immediately
     pressed her sweet clover fluid from her Skene’s gland, squirting from her
     pussy straight out down her leg, his leg, and onto the floor. Reggie felt
     Falon’s warm wetness run down his balls, and Teela’s warm wetness on
     his calf. He grunted like a caveman. “Ugggggh, shit. Fuck. Fuck. Uuuggg,
     hell. Awwwwwwwww, yeah. This shit is cumming hard.
Fuck!
” He
     shouted like it was the first and the last pussy he’d ever have in
     life.
    “Damn,” yelled Falon, feeling his dick expand even more and then
     explode, releasing his seed into the condom.
    “Oh yes!” yelled Teela, continuing to rub herself. “That is
     some of the prettiest shit I’ve ever seen. That is some pretty ass
     fucking, Reggie Walker. Reggie Walker, whatcha do to