Smut With A Smirk

There was much thrashing, smacking, and gnashing going on in the deep pool of blackness behind the front seat of my 1966 Pontiac Bonneville. Meanwhile I was awash in the moist resplendence and tossing throes between Beverly’s cheeks and tongue. From the sounds and smells issuing from the back seat as well as the rocking of the auto springs it was clear that Reno was sliding into home base Joy. The final punctuation was one of Joy’s heels dancing atop the big back seat rest of the Pontiacs front bench seat. Beverly and I initially lounged in the front seat looking out into the dark winter woods. Beverly snuggled close for warmth since we would be there a while as Reno had his evening of Joy. Beverly's long hair fell across her face and my chest and her hand slowly glided across my chest until what neither one of us set out to be slowly unfurled over us. The slight brush of my lips along her hairline. Her face imperceptibly turning up to meet me. The first pleasant exhale issued

Bonneville Beverly Reno had the leading man good looks. I had the character actors mojo and a huge 1966 Pontiac Bonneville. Attending a commuter college made me an asset for lifts after late night theater rehearsals. One thing you learn is that some folks are just born to be romantic leading men and leading ladies. Others are relegated to supporting roles on stage. Still others work in the wings. So it is in the world stage too. Reno wanted to work all directions of the up to down elevator shaft of social strata. He was of the mind to cash in on quantity rather than idealized quality. Tonight two women on the stage crew got caught up in the Reno jet stream that led to my car. I was beneficiary of that jet stream tonight. Actually for the entire run of this community theater production of “Carousel”. After all Billy and Jigger had to perfect their collusion. Tonight's stream deposited Joy in the back seat with Reno while Beverly’s butt landed shotgun. The Bonneville bus pu

By now Brittany had rolled off Gina's face and watched transfixed as Gina' legs flailed in the air as I rammed in and out between her  long  luscious thighs. I could feel her tight bottom whirling and thrusting up to meet my every plunge. With  Brittany  now s p layed back against the headboard  m y face could  meet  Gina's  wonderful   mouth  still  emanating  with  Brittany   and  finally taste all that her sweet f ount had  given .   B onus  points for   the vision of  Gina ' s  dark black hair fanning around her shimmering face   had  me fucking her hard brazen  and boisterously . I  felt  Gina's  sweet firm breasts press against me as our furious fuck  maintained a delicious rhythm.  Brittany   charms  faded as Gin a' s cunt  enveloped  my every attention.   "I thought you, "  Gina  exhal ed  hoarsly. "Came! "   I grunted  appreciatively .    I was sweating and panting in a whirl of lathered  passion . Grunting  like