sally and michelle SeXStoRY

I had lived in the isolated shack for seven years, a peacefull retreat from the madness of my daytime job.Friday had been a day of torrential rain,and by Friday evening,the downpour had produced localised flooding,the radio warning of more to come through the weekend.I'd bought my usual bottle of Friday scotch,and for no real reason, a bottle of Dambuie.There's nothing quite like a few Rusty Nails on a rainy evening in front of the fire.I had barely put a match to the kindling when there was a knock on the door.Two young women stood there soaking wet and shivering.They had been camping on the river,and it was rising fast.The causway was over and they were trapped.They asked if they could get some dry clothes and wait out the weather .They were both cute,and I had no hesitation offering towels clothes,shower-whatever they wanted. While they showered, I got some homemade leek and potatoe soup out of the freezer and had three steaming bowls of it ready when they emerged.As we ate,and as the rain thundered down,I asked them where they were from.I had detected an accent but couldnt quite pin it .Michelle and Sally were French Canadian,both from Quebec,and had been travelling Australia for three weeks and loved the place.Michelle was twenty-seven,a honey- blonde,her natural olive skin flawless,long smooth legs,perfect full breasts,which strained against the checked shirt I had given her.Sally was a little shorter,twenty years old, tanned and tight-she obviously worked out.Her breasts were huge,the nipples pushing little peaks into the pockets of the kakhi shirt she had chosen for herself.Both girls wore a pair of my tracksuit pants.Sallys were about two sizes too small and hugged her full thighs and buttocks like a second skin.I found myself staring at her plump pubic mound.She cought me looking,and I thought for a second,I may have had,but to my astonishment,she laughed,and planting her feet wide,pulled the tracksuit pants up tight over her mound so that the material slid into her genital slit,the fat lips plainly visible.Michelle laughed.”Sall! Behave yourself!” This simply spured the young blonde on, bending back,sliding one leg out even further,and tugging the pants up over her belly with little jerks,the cloth sawing through her plump vulva.I thought I could hear faint slick noises.I was having trouble breathing.”Lets have a drink!” I suggested.I know I needed one.I poured three rusty nails.The girls loved the smooth velvety drink.I put some Tom Petty on and turned it up.I had set the scene.It was now a matter of seeing what happened.I had not had any sex for over three months,and I was thickening up fast.I said to Sally”You sure have a flexible body,are you a dancer?” “I'm a nurse ,but I am learning pole dancing,just to keep fit.....and I used to be a champion limbo dancer” “Limbo!”, I exclaimed “ Do people still do the limbo? “Oh sure, It's great for keeping the back supple..I still do limbo workouts at least twice a week” she said,brushing her blond locks away from her face. “Want to show us how good you are? “I asked. “Yeaahh, she said, a little thoughtfully,”Do you have a pole? “I'm sure I can come up with one”I said,heading into the Kitchen to get the broom.There was laughter behind me,and I was sure it was some joke about the pole.I returned with the broomstick between my legs.”Whose first?” The girls were laughing loudly now,lubricated by the scotch,and the warmth of the fire.We moved some furniture back. Michelle suggested I go first. I gave it a good shot but I was hopeless,collapsing back on my bum to howls of laughter.Michelle went next.She was good.Pulling the legs of her trackies up to give more room,she leant back and,spreading her knees wide,she shuffled forward toward the bar.My eyes were fixed on her mound,her oversize shirt riding up her smooth belly, beginning to expose the full globes of the underside of her breasts.She got under the bar with little real effort.Now it was Sallys turn.While Michelle and I held the pole,Sally got into position,splaying her thighs,knees bent back,her body leaning back low.She was good.Even better than her friend.Once again, my eyes were glued to a young girls crotch brazenly exposed beneath the tightly stretched cotton of her trackpants. The shape of her sex clearly visible,the cleft deep and inviting,her mound of venus plump and smooth.I was guessing it was bald.Sally shuffled forward, toward the bar,head back,her huge breasts her highest point.As she neared the bar,Michelle and I lowered it a little more,but it didnt stop Sally,she just got even lower.She was undoubtedly the winner.I had a sudden idea.Reaching down,I held my hand directly in the path of her advancing crotch.Sally couldnt see it of course, and soon my hand was cupping her warm sex.Sally shrieked with delight and fell back on her heels,but I kept my hand there,while we all shook with delight,collapsing in a heap together.My hand was pressed over her mons, middle finger snugly wedged between the fat lips of the twenty year-olds cunt.Our laughter slowly died,and I looked into Sallys beautifull brown eyes and worked my finger slowly between the warm lips. Moisture was seeping through the tracksuit. Sally moaned.I lowered my lips to her left nipple and sucked it through the kakhi shirt. It began to swell immediately,and soon it was a rubbery nub that I drew into my mouth lathering it with my tongue. Then the other one. Michelle meanwhile,slid one hand down her pants,and the other rubbing her breasts. Her eyes were fixed on my finger, now almost hidden between the folds of her friends oozing vagina, pushing the grey cotton deeper inside her oiling meat.I was bone hard.I could not remember being so turned on.I was about to plunge my throbbing pork into not one,but two gorgeous young girls.Slick,wet sounds began to eminate from Michelles pussy. I undid the straining buttons of Sallys shirt,one by one.Her large but perfectly formed tits began to reveal themselves.Then,the final button and the most magnificent pair of soft perfumed breasts wobbled free,the thick turgid nipples swelling again beneath my tongue.Each golden orb was a job for two hands.Suddenly,Sally lifted her round bottom off the floor and began to work the trackpants down over her hips. My swollen cock was about to snap in half,it was so hard,it actually felt brittle.She kicked the pants away and lay back,massaging those heaving tits,drawing her knees up,then allowing them to fall slowly apart.I could hear her entrance open as she did so,and I could smell her secretions as they welled out of her young wet hole.This was it.I pulled my pants off and took my rampant hardness in my hand.The head was an angry purple,the nine inch shaft curving up slightly,veins protruding,anticipating the slow sinking into warm female flesh.My hands slid all over Sallys silky skin,mashing her full swollen breasts together,then roaming lower, over the rise of her belly,teasing her,caressing her soft mound briefly,then down to her firm smooth thighs.As my fingers made their way up the insides of her thighs,she grabbed her knees and pulled them back to her full breasts,exposing her opening to my lusty gaze.Her slit had become an oval, a pink wet mess of slimy quivery membranes,the inner labia engorged and flared,begging to be penetrated.I ran a finger through the warm mush and the lovely girl moaned with pleasure.Slowly,looking into her eyes,I sank my finger into her soft pulp,feeling the heatI added a second.Her hips rose as my fingers squelched into her wet passage.I couldnt wait a second longer.I grabbed my stiff member by the base and began rubbing the bulbous head around in her slippery opening.Sally reached down and used her hands to pull the wet flaps open,but it wasnt neccesary.The blunt head of my cock sank in an inch.It was like pushing into warm butter.We kissed,and as we did so I let my buttocks slowly fall,and my long hard pole sank slowly into the hot layers of molten female flesh.Her eyes rolled back and her breath came in short gasps as my descent into her belly continued.I had eight inches embedded into this beautifull tourist,feeling the heat of her insides grow as I went deeper.Slowly I pulled the long shaft out of her body,so that only the head remained inside,gripped by the muscles of her slick vagina,then,staring into her beautifull face once again,pushed in once more,this time all the way.I could feel my helmet rubbing against the smooth soft flesh of the girls womb,the shaft soaking in her bubbling slime,as she began to ooze more girl-oil.I began to move in earnest now, building up a rhythm,my hard shaft drawing all the way out before plunging back in where it belonged.Lewd wet noises came from her cunt.Her juices were forming a foamy ring around the base of my thick pole. .. .shhlickk....squelch.......shhlickk......squelch.......shlickk.......squelch.......shlickk.......sqelch.....Her breasts were jiggling and rolling with each hard plunge.I held one in each hand,my thumbs massaging the hard nipples.I sucked one ito my mouth as my cock hit bottom again,her open hole lathering my balls as I attempted to get as much of my body into the lovely young French Canadian as I could.Suddenly,Sally stiffened,her mouth opened,and her eyes began to flutter.I could feel her pulpy tube gripping and releasing,gripping and releasing.She was coming!She arched her back.....and froze,her entire body quivering uncontrollably.Warm cream spat out of her spasming passage as I continued to pound it The fluttering wet membranes of her inner vagina were sliding around and around the invading head of my cock.I was about to come. I rammed in deep and held it as a freight train of pleasure raced from my core and exploded through my groin and up the shaft of my submerged cock.The first blast of semen spat against her womb at point blank range.So did the other seven.I collapsed on top of the girls wonderfull body, kissing her full lips and her neck,my cock still deep inside her,feeling her jellyed vagina milking me,milking me milking me.I heard a voice.It was Michelle.She was lying back against the wall naked, three fingers of her left hand were slowly dissapearing into her pink gash,which she held open with the fingers of her right hand.”Wow”she breathed, “me next stud” I needed a break.After soaking motionless in Sallys body for two minutes.I withdrew my still turgid sword with a slight wet sound.Sally ran her hands down over her sweaty mound,pulling her creaming sex apart,pushing her inner muscles,pushing our combined fluids out,her crimson hole opening and closing with a wet kissing sound,the white cream bubbling, and slowly oozing down to the crack of her round buttocks. We needed more wood.We needed some for the fire as well.I pulled on my shorts and,grabbing the torch,slipped out to the woodshed for an armload of firewood.The cold night air played around my penis and balls,a savage contrast to the cute 20 year olds warm vagina. I lit a smoke,looking up at the stars.It was a frosty,clear night.What a night.And it was only half time.I gave a quick thanks to the God of casual sex,I stubbed my butt out, grabbed the firewood and made my way back into pussy central.The girls were back in their original clothes,which had been drying on racks around the fireplace.Both girls wore light khaki shorts,contrasting sexily with their long brown legs.Michelle had a pink tank top,straining to contain her heavenly breasts,the nipples surely forming permanent peaks in the material.Sally had a white cotton shirt with ruffled sleeves,her perfect cleavage dissapearing down behind the straining top button.Sally was rolling a joint.I knew there was something missing! The joint was delicious,hashy and perfectly rolled.We giggled and joked for an hour.Another rusty nail.I put Moby on the stereo.Michelle was seated on the floor,her legs drawn up to her chest,grooving to the rythmic sounds of Moby.I watched her as she closed her eyes,becoming lost in the music.She was opening and closing her knees in time to the song and once again I became entranced with her khaki-clad crotch.I felt movement in my own.I was BACK!She opened her eyes slowly and caught me.She smiled forgivingly and closed her eyes again,once more immersed in the music,but this time,her knees further apart,aware of the show she was giving me.The seam of her shorts cut into her soft flesh, as she moved her thighs.”You're going to get those shorts wet again” I said. Michelle opened one eye,looking at me directly.”I hope so” she said huskily.I put my drink down,leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.Her lips were warm and she kissed me back,her body rising.”Ladies and Genlemen,round two!”yelled Sally.We laughed as Michelle gently pushed me back,so that I was lying on the rug on my back,the fire playing light patterns on her brown legs.She knelt astride me,massaging my chest,moving her hips in a circular motion, slowly lowering them so that eventually,her warm crotch was rubbing my stiffening member.I was aware that Michelle was the only one out of the three of us who had not cum yet, and I was not about to dissapoint.I reached up and mauled the girls' full warm breasts through the thin fabric of her tank-top.She moaned.I pushed the tank-top up,over her lucious breasts,drawing the left one down and into my mouth.The nipple stiffened immediately,like a little rubber fruit,which I sucked deep into my mouth,lavering it with my tongue.I switched my attentions to the right one,already stiff.Michelle groaned,mashing her voluminous breasts together,her crotch,now rubbing me quite hard.Suddenly,she stood up,undid the button of her shorts,and slid them down,kicking them away.My eyes followed her long shapely legs right up to their junction,where her hips were encased in tight cotton.Her panties were white against her tanned skin.Slowly she began to lower her body down,bending at the knees,squatting back down over me,settling her wet crotched panties down on my aroused pole,then rubbing slowly,backward and forward,along my engorged length,her juices bleeding through the thin cotton.The entire underside of my cock was glistening with her secretions.She leaned forward,removing her tank-top as she did,her perfect full breasts quivering with the rush of release.Her areoles were huge,large purple discs in the centre of each breast,and each one topped with a delicious fruity nipple.She cupped each golden orb in her hands and pushed them into my face.So warm and soft.Is there anything quite as wonderfull as a large female breast pushed directly into the face? I for one dont think so.I came up for air long enough to suggest some sort of penetration.Michelle slowly rocked back,still straddling me.She reached down,stroking her protruding mound of venus,one finger sliding through her liquifying groove.My cock had become a bone.It was as though I had not just had sex with Sally.If anything,I was even harder.Michelle turned around,presenting her cotton clad mound to my face while she lowered her practiced lips to my throbbing problem.Slowly,her lips parted over my purple head and my shaft began to sink into her face.I could have sat back and enjoyed it but there was work to be done.Not two inches from my nose hovered the most inviting vagina I had seen since Sally,dribbling girl-oils and flaring seductivly behind its cotton guardian.I licked.I could smell her aroma.A mixture of oyster and sage,with just a hint of jasmin.She moaned loudly as my tongue carved a path deep through her slot,pushing the cotton gusset wetly into her sex.Suddenly Michelle stiffened,she sat bolt upright,as my tongue jabbed into her slice.Her inner labia opened wide and she screamed.Pale coloured cream oozed from the girls contracting passage.Her head went back.Her eyes fluttered wildly.She was coming! It would have been an unforgettable evening if it had all stopped there,but I felt I owed this poor girl more.An orgasm is all very well but it should really be shared.I'm sure anyone reading this would agree. Michelle certainly thought that way,and so as she turned around again,straddling me,facing me,I knew this was the moment.She reached down,rubbing her pubis briefly before sliding a finger beneath the elastic leg of her briefs and pushing the crotch to one side.Her humid scent wafted out as she ran two fingers through her wet lips.Her other hand found me,grabbing me by the base,she aimed the weapon for it's soft target.Rather than impale herself immediately,she ran the helmet through her spongy crack,coating it with her lubrications.I moaned loudly.”sit on it...for Gods Sake!I watched as the pulsating purple head of my rampant lance split her swollen slit,her labia sliding over,enveloping the glans,bathed in her heat,then her slow descent,as my cock was absorbed in her slithering slimy passage.I watched as my stalk sank in,in,in,then began to re-emerge,as she lifted herself up,my blue veined boner glistening with her pearly creamings.The purple head appeared,her bright pink inner lips slowly closing over the tip,promising unwanted freedom,then she sat on an inch of me,swallowing just the head,and began to slowly circle her hips.This honey was a very accomplished fucker, or is it fuckee.She was certainly the fucker here.Round and round and round,her hips gyrated,without loosing her soft sucking grip on the head of my cock.Michelle closed her eyes,head back,her perfect teeth bared,the glow from the fire bathing her long thighs and buttocks in a soft orange light.I reached up and held her full warm breasts,the nipples fully engorged.I pinched them gently,drawing a low moan from her lips.Then I pushed them into the soft mass of her breasts and watched in awe as they reappeared,even fatter than before.I had to eat.I grabbed both breasts and pulled the girl down to me.She continued her hip circles while I fed a fat nipple into my mouth,mashing it with my tongue against the roof of my mouth,her heavy breast covering my nose and eyes.I emerged from her breasts and she lowered her lips to mine,her soft mouth covering my mouth.We looked into each others eyes.Michelle straitened her elbows slightly,holding her upper body away from me so that our only point of content was where my knob was embedded in the wet muscles of her sex.She screwed her nose up and bared her top teeth as she very slowly lowered her body down,pushing me up it.My cock was being enveloped in warm pulp.I felt the head pushing up through living,squirming membranes,pushing up through her layers of squish.She slid her thighs wider as she sank down the final inch.I felt like I was up to her navel,- way past her womb.There was a pulse inside her,but I couldnt tell whose it was.Her soft pubic mound began to massage mine,as she rocked her hips backwards and forwards,sloshing her oily vulva around the base of my warmly buried manhood.Then she raised her hips again,almost to the swollen,flared head of my cock,then down,down,submerging it once again in her spongy liquid grip,with a soft 'sqelch'.This time,when I reached bottom,Michelle began to rotate her hips from side to side.She got an idea.She began to do full turns,shuffling her feet around,feeling my long prong screwing around inside her hot squidgy canal.Suddenly,the beautifull girl stiffened,she screamed,and I felt her womb convulse,her passage contracted around my shaft,and warm female juices bubbled around my buried helmet.As she jammed her wet flaps down on my pubic bone,I could feel her inner muscles pulsating,gripping,sucking my immersed log of ridged manflesh even deeper into her hot churning mush.Head back,teeth bared,she began to rock her hips back and forward,painting my entire groin with her juices,using her slick labia as a brush.I stayed locked inside her until the contractions milking my throbbing log slowly died,and she went off into post-coitus bliss.