Sarah's Playmates by Virginia Wade Page A

“You keep that up, Buck. Don’t…stop…”
    Isabelle was pounded against the table, the
wood creaking under the assault. “Oh-you-dirty-boys!” Jimmy’s cock
plunged with each punishing thrust. “You sure are well-equipped!
You weren’t joking about that.”
    “This here is a mighty fine pussy,” said
Jimmy. “Nice and tight.”
    “Ooohh…thanks…” she groaned. “Don’t stop, you
dirty train robber.”
    I sat on Brack’s lap, feeling his cock
prodding my bottom. His hands grasped my waist, the palms running
up the sides of my body to cup my breasts. His teeth grazed my
neck, sending pinpricks of pleasure through me, which centered in
my lower anatomy.
    “Oh, fuck me, you dirty outlaw!”
    “You rich, white bitch!”
    “Ooohh…God…I…can’t stand it!” Isabelle
shuddered, dropping her face to the table. “Ooohhh…that was so
good.”
    “I’m still rarin’ to go. I’m harder than
oak.”
    “You sure are.” She sounded breathless. “You
worked me good.”
    “Give it a suck, honey.” Isabelle dropped to
her knees, taking him in her mouth. “Yeah, that’s it.”
    “Let’s move like this,” whispered Brack. In
the next instant, I straddled him, and he was in me. “There. That’s
better.” His cock felt enormous in my tight tunnel. “Tell me how
much you like me.”
    “I don’t even know you.”
    “Lie to me. Pretend you know me. Pretend I’m
your fiancé.”
    “Oh, Brack.”
    “We don’t have alotta time, darlin’. Tell me
what you want. Tell me I’m the one you want.”
    “This is going to sound awful, but you remind
me of my dad.”
    A bark of laughter filled the room. “Now I’m
really worried.”
    “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean…the way
you say darlin’ and your manner. I can tell you’re a good man. I
don’t know how you got yourself involved with robbing trains, but
you’re not a bad man.”
    “After my crops failed and my wife died, I
had no choice. I got two kids, and they need food, Sarah.”
    “You have children?”
    “They’re with my sister. I send money to
support them, but…shit! I’ve made alotta mistakes. Too many. I
can’t turn back now.”
    “How old are your kids?”
    “Jessie’s five, and Melanie’s four.”
    “You have a little girl?”
    “Yes, I do.” A flash of pain glimmered in his
eyes, and then it was gone. “I’ve let ‘em down. I’ve dishonored our
name.” His head dropped. “Now’s not the time to talk about
this.”
    “You wanted us to get to know each
other.”
    “Pretend you love me,” he whispered fiercely.
“Lie to me. Tell me you love me.”
    “Oh, Brack.” His earnest expression softened
my heart. “Something like that might not be a lie.” I shouldn’t
feel so emotional about a stranger. “I do love you.”
    “Now that’s what I want to hear.” He kissed
me, sliding his tongue past my lips, seducing me thoroughly.
    “It’s a shame.”
    “What is?”
    “That I’m engaged and you’ll be hanged.”
    “It is.”
    My nub rubbed against his pelvis, creating a
buzz that produced delightful tremors. I had all the control in
this position, and I found that I enjoyed working him at my own
pace. It wouldn’t be long before I let it all go and gave in to the
orgasm that inched its way closer by the second.
    “That’s it, suck me,” moaned Jimmy.
“Oohhh…yeah. Open up, you pretty thing.” Isabelle waited beneath
him with her tongue out, while he massaged his rounded tip.
“Oohh…Jesus…ooohh…” A stream of white spunk jetted, catching her
forehead and splattering over her tongue.
    Millie moaned, flinging her head against the
bed. Buck had satisfied the fiery redhead, bringing her to
completion with a lengthy and talented tongue. The scene in the
shack was wildly erotic and so debauched, I almost didn’t believe
it was happening.
    My hips thrust harder. “That’s it. You’re
gettin’ it. Work me, honey,” groaned Brack. “Use me.”
    “Are you gonna suck my dick or what?”