Faraway Club Pt 9 ~ A lesbian sex story from sex story sites.

As suddenly as it began, the spanking ended. She sensed the man fumbling around behind her and then she heard the jingling of a belt buckle being released. This was followed a second later by the sound of a zipper being drawn down. Next, his hand inserted itself between her thighs and pushed them apart, opening her up for plunder. The head of his cock touched her wet lips, sliding up and down just a little, causing glorious pleasure to blossom in her congested pussy.

"You want this hard cock in your cunt, don't you, slut?" he asked her.

"Oh God," she groaned, shuddering again, almost losing concentration on keeping her tongue and the woman's clit in contact.

"Don't you?" he repeated, taking the cock and slapping it against her pussy now.

"Yes!" she yelled, even though her firm, formerly unbreakable rule of sex was to never do it without the man wearing a rubber. She was so turned on right now she simply didn't give a flying fuck about pregnancy, about disease, about anything except feeling that cylinder of hot flesh slide into her wanting pussy. "Fuck me with it! Put it in me! Fuck me hard!"

His hands grabbed her by the ass and, a second later, his cock slid into her body in one, harsh, brutal thrust, penetrating her to the hilt, the head slamming into her cervix. "Like that, bitch?" he asked her. "Is that the way you like it?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard! Treat me like a bitch!"

He began to drive his cock in and out of her like a piston at high rev, his balls slapping against her body, his fingers digging into her ass. The sheer power of his thrusts was frightening and intensely pleasurable. She felt controlled, possessed, totally at the mercy of these powerful people. And she was loving every second of it.

"Get your mouth back on my clit, whore!" the woman commanded, yanking her hair again, this time hard enough to tear some from her head.

"Yeah, you slut," the man told her. "Get your fuckin' face back down!" With that he put one of his hands on the back of her neck and helped push her down. With his other hand he began to slap at her ass again, his cock still moving in and out of her body at a suicidal pace.

She took the woman's clit between her lips once more and, this time, began to suck on it as if it were a nipple. The effect on the woman was immediate and intense. She screamed a stream of very unladylike profanity out into the room and began to buck up and down on the bed. Her legs tightened even more, so that Robin had a hard time breathing.

"Yesssss, you cunt," the woman cried. "I'm gonna cum all over your slutty face!"

Robin herself was now beyond words. Between the pussy juices being smeared on her face, the clit in her sucking mouth, and the hard cock slamming into her dripping pussy, she was in a state of complete sensory overload. She could feel her juices running down her legs, probably dripping on the floor. The overload increased exponentially when the man stopped slapping her ass and reached around in front of her, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub it forcefully, flicking it back and forth, starting the machinery of her own orgasm into action.

"Put your fingers in my cunt!" the woman yelled at her, her voice broken, out of breath.

She obeyed, sliding first one, then two, then three fingers into her saturated chasm, feeling, for the first time in her life, the clench of a woman's muscles drawing her deeper.

"Oh god yes, bitch!" the woman cried out. "Oh fuck! Oh shit! You fucking whore-slut-bitch-cunt! I'm cumming on your face!"

"Do it, Baby," the man said behind her, his voice now out of breath as well. "Cream all over this bitch! Show her what it tastes like!"

The woman's legs tightened even more against her, pushing the air out of her lungs, making it almost impossible to take in another breath. Her pelvis jerked off the bed and then flopped back down. Her hands yanked harder and harder at her hair. She screamed again, her words completely unintelligible, tightened one last, brutal time, and then let out a great rush of air. Her legs finally relaxed around Robin's back, allowing her to breathe once again.

"Nice," the woman sighed, her voice soft now. "Such a good little slut."

"Yep," the man, said, still panting, still pounding in and out of her. "And now it's my turn. You hear that, bitch? I'm gonna shoot my cum in your nasty little pussy now."

"Ohhhh," Robin groaned, well beyond words now. She was ready to cum herself, could feel the waves starting even now, and if she could do it at the same time the man shot his cum inside of her, it would be ecstasy.

"Do it to her," the woman said, still holding Robin by the hair, but more gently now. "Cum in the bitch! Fill her up!"

"Yesssss!" Robin managed to grunt out. "Fill me up! I'm sooooo close!"

She heard the man laugh behind her. "So close to what?" he asked mischievously. "Nobody said that you could cum."

"Oh God, please," Robin panted, figuring he was just teasing.

Apparently however, he wasn't. His fingers came free from her clit, stopping the stimulation. His hands went to her ass, to give him leverage for his final push but he changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing his cock upward, so it was no longer rubbing on the clitoral nerves as he fucked her.

"No!" she screamed in frustration. "Please! I need to cum! I have to cum!"

"You'll cum when we say you cum, bitch," the woman said mildly, grabbing Robin's arms to keep her from putting her own fingers on her clit.

"Oh God, please?" she almost sobbed, her body crying out for release.

No one answered her. The man's thrusts began to speed up, becoming more irregular, almost spastic. He began to pant and grunt harder, his fingers biting into her ass cheeks once again. The pleasure was still there for Robin, but it wasn't enough to push her over the edge, couldn't be enough. He gave one more grunt, a long groan, and she felt the first hot spurt of jism splashing against her cervix, blasting her insides.

"Noooooooo!" she cried, the sob of frustration actually breaking free of her mouth this time.

More spurts shot from his cock, filling her hungry pussy to the brim, overflowing it, dripping down her legs, making her feel hot inside, but doing absolutely nothing to bring her off. Absolutely nothing.

"Ahhhhh," he said when the last spurt had dribbled out. His thrusting slowed to a stop and he pulled his now-wilting cock free of her pussy, leaving an aching emptiness behind. She felt a glut of juices running out as it came free. He was really done. They really weren't going to let her cum.

She felt almost on fire with unreleased sexual tension, as tight as a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. How could they do this to her? This was beyond cruel. She had let them use her body like a love toy, had let them humiliate her, call her filthy names, and now that she had brought both of them off, had let them gush their respective juices all over her and inside her, they were leaving her hanging? What kind of people were they? How could they do this to her? Tears were now rolling down her face, she was so frustrated.