Xcite Delights--Book Two

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by Charlotte Stein


  ‘Faster, Buff! Faster!’ she hissed, always in a rush for her kicks. She shoved her butt back, bouncing her cheeks off my thighs, impaling herself on my stake.

  I cranked up the pressure, churning my hips and pounding her bum, her chute a heated, silken tunnel I never wanted to exit. My thighs banged out a frenzied beat on her buttocks, making them dance and shimmy, my cock gone white-hot in her bung, hitting the high notes, ready to trumpet jism into her bowels.

  The team stood around in awe, Sara cursing and clawing at the platform, me flinging myself into her bottom, setting her and I and the room to shaking. And then the Big One hit. I buckled and blasted, jetting sizzling semen into her ass in mind and soul-shattering bursts. Sara screamed like the crowds when Lindy landed, frantically rubbing her pussy, her overstuffed ass gyrating on the end of my pumping, spunking cock …

  The big-bootied nurse’s aide walked over, wiped “Buffalo” Bob Simmons’ chin off. He pinched her juicy bottom a thank-you before she left.

  ‘So,’ I rasped, ‘the rumours were true, then? About the college football team and the silent film star – the orgies and the gang-bangs?’

  ‘Sure, they were true,’ Bob sighed, folding his hands in his lap and smiling. ‘But we had to deny them, for the good of her and our reputations, and careers. But now that I’m the only one left …’

  ‘Did you keep in touch with her after the football season ended?’

  ‘”In touch” is one way of putting it,’ he laughed. ‘She got me some acting work after I graduated, but I was no ham. The talkies were coming in then, anyway, and Sara developed a bad case of “mike-fright” – it killed her career.’

  He looked at me wistfully. ‘By 1930 the party was over for Sara Button and the rest of the country. They used to ask her, you know, just what it meant to be That Girl. She’d pout out a frown and say, ‘I really don’t know. See, I’m just a woikin’ goil.’ And I’m here to tell you true: boy, could she ever work it.’

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