Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

That's a good girl, Tommy cooed. His grin was devilish, hands going to Tamara's naked waist as she thrust out her smooth chocolate rump, guiding her into his firm, aroused crotch. That's a good, good girl...that's how you do it baby, that's what I want. They helped adjust her back and forth a few times, getting her so his stiff erection was nestled right into her crack, shielded only by its layers of fabric. It's not that scary, right? We're gonna have a good time... His palms went up to cup her dangling, generous breasts, engulfing both, gripping them eagerly. Tom's upper body descended against her back as he leaned forward, chest forming to her back's arch, hungry mouth finding her left shoulder, then the left side of her neck. His hasty, exhaling breaths were clearly audible as he sloppily kissed all about. Because rape would have been one thing he was treating her like a lover, probably making it even worse. That was an entirely higher level of fucking fucked up fun. Tell me more, in a quick, exhaled breath. Keep talking baby. Tell me more, tell me what you want. His body stayed bent over, molded to her, but his hands released her tits, letting them bob free. They went to his pants, unbuttoning them, undoing their zippered front and quickly as he could he pulled his shaft out, erect in his palm, jeans and boxers still mostly on. A second shuffle saw his balls come free of the underwear. He guided the tip down, between her cheeks, feeling the softness of her lips with the hood of his engorged cock. Next came his shirt. Unlike his pants, this Tom gripped at the front with both hands, breaking his upper body's mold to her back just enough to arch up and tug it overhead, discarding the t-shirt to the floor. He was immediately pressed up against her right after, warm skin now upon warm skin. And what Tamara wouldn't see, with her current vantage point, would soon enough become a point of interest - Mikey wasn't going to be this girl's only problem, not if the thick black swastika tattooed over Tom's left breast, over his heart, had anything to say about it. - - - - That steady, audible glk-gluk-glk of her bobbing head was as fucking hot as the wet warm massage of her mouth itself. Brody had no qualm about helping the brunette's head up and down as she blew him, surely giving her salty preemptive tastes of what was to come along the way. With her hair freed and splayed down her shoulders and back it was a whole new visual sensation now, something to watch as she went forward and back, as he could feel the young girl's saliva and blood mixture trickle from the base of his dick to onto his unwashed, leathery balls. When she took his sack into her mouth, starting with her tongue, engulfing the first and then popping in the second, he let out a long, guttural groan, Nnnnnyyeaah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, baby. Brody's head tilted back. His chin aimed upward at the bathroom ceiling and his eyes easily shut. Mmmnn, his left hand dropping to his side, his right shifting to the back of Christy's head, into a petting motion from the top along her loose hair rather than holding her head at the sides. She was let free now to move entirely on her own. Stroke me baby, he breathed out. Jerk me with your hand. Keep sucking those nuts. That's when a voice was heard, sounding right outside the stalls. A feminine voice, calling to Christy by name - the big man quickly assumed it was to her anyway, not knowing her name, not that it fully mattered. ...Answer that, he whispered sharply, I'll break your neck and let whoever that is finish me off...you just keep doin' as you're doin'. - - - - 'Christy...? Christy! Can you hear me! Please don't fuck around! Where are you? Christy!!' Funny. Two seconds earlier they'd literally asked each other where the hell they were gonna find these last two chicks, that the others hadn't looked yet. And here was one. That's the blonde, Jake pointed out, the mohawked one that had been the first to spot the five as they piled into the 'abandoned' park. In hindsight, of course that was the blonde. His friend wasn't blind. Where the hell's the other? Dunno, came Evan. He was the newest of the group and a bit on the shorter side at 5'6, with kind of shaggy mid-length brown hair. They were about fifty feet out, the pair, coming from the old restaurant where Shanti had been taken. Melanie's booming voice had been a beacon that took them around a bend and now staring at her, roughly fifty feet away. She's turned to the side...think she'll see us? Should we wait? Nah. Let's just fuckin' go. They were off. Quickly they dashed, but when Jake bent, walking in a crouch, for whatever reason as they were out in the open, Evan did too, following suit. It wasn't as fast, but it was quieter, gravel though still sounding a bit beneath their boots.