Jack Robbins - Roamin Sex Games

"Ooooooh, it does feel good," she moaned slightly.

Phillip sat on the ground to her right and slightly in front, enabling him to fully observe her every move. "Get into it," he told her. "Don't just masturbate, make real love to yourself. Take it slow and explore every inch of your body."

She inserted another finger into her juicy hole. With all three fingers she started fucking herself, slowly and sensuously. Her cunt began secreting fluid as her hand moved faster, causing her stomach to twitch involuntarily. Her tits heaved back and forth as her nipples became as hard as the stone upon which she sat. "Oh God," she whimpered, "I could almost come right now!"

"Don't think about coming," he said. "Just ride the feeling and do things to yourself you never dreamed of."

She sat upright, taking her sticky fingers from her steaming slit, and began massaging her tits. She rubbed the smooth flesh and grabbed the nipples between her fingers, pinching slightly. "Aaaaa!" she squealed. She massaged the sticky juice over her chest and onto her stomach. She found herself humping the stone statue while her hands explored the entirety of her flesh. She grabbed the cheeks of her ass and began kneading the mounds of soft flesh, all the while humping the huge erection.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw Phillip, cross-legged, watching intently as she was driven into ecstasy. He nodded and smiled, motioning for her to become more involved. She licked her lips as she inserted a finger into her cunt from behind, stirring the hot juice until it ran down the backs of her thighs.

"Jesus!" she cried, rubbing her other hand between the cheeks of her ass, the other hand still caressing her yearning pussy. She began moving up and down on the stone figure, then in circles, nearly grinding her breasts flat. The coldness of the stone made the sensations even more intense as her whole body became inflamed. Pam made noises that were totally unrecognizable and she realized that she was in a delirious state. She had never before felt such complete satisfaction during masturbation. It was actually as if she was being made love to.

Her voice came in low, husky tones now, "Phillip! Phillip! Please fuck me, please!" He looked at the pleading expression on her face and answered. "You don't understand, you are. being fucked, but by yourself." He reached over, and finding a smooth, rounded piece of wood, stood up and handed it to her. "Here," he said. "Use your imagination with this."

She took the instrument and slowly placed it against her awaiting cunt lips, pushing it ever so cautiously into her undulating orifice. She grunted like an animal as she pushed it in, then retracted it and repeated the procedure. "I'm going to come!" she cried out, pumping faster and faster with the object she held tightly in her grasp.

"Then stop doing that and do something else," he answered. "The best orgasms come when you postpone one or two. Let your desires continue to build, then slowly get into something else, then when you finally reach the ultimate climax, you'll lose all sanity."

She released the sticky hunk of wood and it fell to the ground. She sat there for a minute, holding back with all she had, doing her best not to come. Her body shook and trembled as she waited momentarily for the urge to subside.

"Play with it, Pam. Play with your pussy," he instructed.

She sat up again and put her hand between her thighs, once again stroking the thick growth of hair. Her fingers outlined the lips and length of the slit. Clear, sticky juice began to ooze from the hole, and she massaged it all over the lips with her fingers. She stuck her finger in and stirred it around making a squish sound. She let her finger lay on her clit, massaging it, thrusting her hips back and forth until her throbbing hole sucked furiously at her finger. She moaned softly and writhed under the motions of her caresses.

"Tell me how it feels," Phillip said.

"Ummmmm, it feels so good!" she sighed. "It's so hot and sticky, and now I'm adding… another… finger… ummmmm."

She pushed the two fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. He watched the gaping hole close and squeeze around her fingers. "Ooooooh, it's getting better and better. So hot, oooh, so hot." She thought of Pete and wished he were there pushing his big hard cock in and out of her cunt till it exploded. She pushed her fingers faster in circular motions, until so much juice ran from. her soaking cunt and saturated her thighs.

Phillip spoke in a very gentle tone. "Lay on your back and bring one leg up till your heel touches your ass." He was on his feet now, unclothed, standing just a few feet from her.

She braced herself as she turned over, maneuvering into the different position. With one leg draped over the side of the stone image, she raised the other, spreading widely until her foot was resting below her butt. She lay there, staring at Phillip, who was now standing directly in front of her. The angle of the monument was just enough for her to lay comfortably, and it afforded Phillip the perfect viewing position.

"Now, stick your finger up your, ass," he instructed.

Up to this point he hadn't been wrong, so without hesitation she did as he suggested. The crack of her ass was so wet and sticky, it wasn't at all difficult to lubricate her asshole. Running her fingers in the moist sauce, she carefully inserted her forefinger into the opening. At first, the muscles resisted, but with constant flowing motions, they began to relax. A strange sensation went through her body as she continued to run her finger in and out of her ass. This was one thing she had never done, nor ever thought of doing. She would have felt perverse, but under the circumstances, the only thing that mattered was the satisfying of the flesh.

He reached up, and taking her thumb in his fingers, placed it on the eager lips of her snatch. Immediately, she buried it as deeply as it would go, caressing the inner walls of the torrid interior. She removed her finger from her ass, and replaced it with her middle finger, while she reinserted both forefinger and thumb into her pulsating vagina. Her hips whirled from side to side and up and down as her fingers pressed against the insides of her body.

Pam was so totally aroused she couldn't utter anything other than grunting and groaning sounds. She took her free hand and began massaging her breasts; first one, then the other, until she was squeezing them with animal lust. She bent her head forward while lifting a breast to her mouth, licking the erect nipple. Tingles of electricity ran through her as she bit and chewed at it. Her entire body was on fire, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Dropping her head back, she began grabbing at her legs, stomach and any other part of her body she could come into contact with. Blurry eyed, she noticed Phillip standing before her, stroking his cock, not once taking his eyes from the activities which she was engaged in. She could barely make him out but the sight of him jacking off intensified her emotions.

She lay there, tongue hanging out of her mouth, with her legs drawn up. The sounds of her finger-fucking filled the clearing, as she stroked faster, her head thrashing from side to side.

"Aaaah! aaaaah! Yeees, I… can't… hold… back anymore!" she blurted out. Her hips bounced, pushing her cunt up to meet the thrust of her fingers. Her orgasm broke like an earthquake, causing her entire body. to go into convulsions as she shuddered with immense pleasure. She moaned,and shook wildly as she came. Her fingers probing and pushing in the slick hole. Slowly, slowly her climax ended, and she lay still, panting and sighing.

Totally exhausted, Pam slid from the stone figure and fell to the soft grass beneath. She looked up at Phillip who was smiling down to her. "Did you find it interesting?" he asked.