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Young Gillian McMasters uncovers an ancient dildo on an archaeological dig site. It is so beautifully crafted she has to test it out. Problem is: she has an unintended audience. Let’s just say from there: The Ancients didn’t have a monopoly on fifthly activity....
Miss Gillian McMasters was so excited she nearly wet her panties. What a find...
Our lass had been given the gynaeceum to excavate carefully. The women’s room of the Ancient Greek house her University was investigating this summer dig season.
It had been days of dust and heat and the highlight was the remains of some geometric floor tiles...it was a wealthy dwelling ...but nothing super special. Gillian had dreams like all first diggers of finding a piece of jewellery or least a delicate aryballos...possibly the woman of house’s perfume container.
Well by this late afternoon Jill would have settled for a hair pin. Another five minutes and she would call it quits for the day. She was however, still going half an hour after ... giving herself: another five minute reminder. The sun beating down onto her sweat runnelled back.
The slack guys on the team had packed it in early, complaining of the sweltering heat and gone in their hired vehicle to the nearest town for some drinking and the saint’s parade. Their expedition leader; Prof Jones; had been called to another dig site where a rare Greek bronze arrow head had been uncovered. He would be back tomorrow...late. So the boys had knocked off early. As well: the dig’s local support crew were all off at the Orthodox Saints festival.
Twenty-one year old, archaeology- under graduate; Ms McMasters was the only woman on the site and the only female team member. Though the guys didn’t seem to register that. Our Gilly didn’t help herself though...she was shy and she covered right up...well it was all about being sun safe. But her long brunette hair was bunned up and long sleeved unisex shirts and daggy pants didn’t help her look...and neither did her older style glasses ...still she knew she was all woman between her own legs...she just wished a few more guys would enjoy what she was actually willing to share if given just a hint of interest...she just couldn’t initiate that first move...Screw shyness.
Gilly had felt a previously carefully uncovered floor tile give too easily, in the compacted earth...there was a cavity in the floor...boy was she excited...her heart rate went up so frickin quickly... her hands grabbed greedily into the whole...there was a dusty piece of fabric... a coarse plain weave containing some longish object...Gill unwrapped it immediately ...
That was when she nearly wet her panties...there was no doubting what the object was...Gill was an open minded girl and had the modern equivalent hidden in the back of her own wardrobe at home...she still lived with her parents... God she would die of embarrassment if her mum ever confronted or even disturbed her private pleasure toy.
She had however...this afternoon... unearthed... an ancient dildo.
It was beautiful...it was wooden ... a light reddish brown colour...with a stunning smooth textured grain...Gill was guessing...Lebanese cedar...but it had this gorgeous realistic cock head...
Gilly nearly wanted to suck it off...there and then.
She felt the moisture between her legs...not from nearly peeing herself... but her girly feminineness...the object was exciting to her... as a woman.
Ms McMasters remained professional somehow...she had to photograph the object: she wrapped it back up and then photographed it... in the cavity...then took it back to her tent to catalogue...carefully photographing and recording on her laptop the details of the ancient dildo.
The cedar phallus was two and half centimetres in diameter, a whooping eighteen centimetres long... yeah a good seven inches calculated our Gilly as she measured it...she really enjoyed holding it ... actually she measured it and remeasured it...running her hand along it...imaging it was a guy’s cock sliding between her legs.
Our Gill had never experienced a big cock...well she had only ever experienced two... this wooden delight was obviously a real coochie pleaser in its day...with a clear bulbous cock head... it was a smooth, sleek object of ancient fleshy pleasure: still in pristine condition.
Gilly wiped the ‘object’ carefully with a cloth...but it was perfect ...it had been well wrapped and well hidden...from ancient prying male eyes....it had a luster that insisted on use ...it looked like it had been used...well ‘yesterday’.
Ms McMasters knew her sexual archaeology ...though what she had read wasn’t on the recommended reading list ...but she was a curious girl. The dildo in history; the cunning fem-toy predated the invention of the wheel... humans always had their priorities right...pleasure first...and that Cleopatra and the world’s first vibrator...so the story goes...a gourd full of angry bees...historical licence...but who knows?
Gillian competently measured the object’s girth again... but she wanted it in her mouth...she wanted it in her pussy...she wondered if the mistress of the ancient gynaeceum had put it up her slave girl’s arse...she had no idea where that filthy thought came from...but she liked it.
Equally she had no recall later of why she lazily drizzled olive oil over the fantastically appealing object ...she knew about ancient Greek lube...and the dig; well after all; it was in Greece.
The reddish brown texture was extravagantly lustrous as the oil seeped and smeared along the dildo’s length...Gillian was beyond sultry ...the sensuous need of a sex starved woman hit in...alone and with a toy designed for her’s or any female’s anatomy ...to fill her aching need...just like women through time...when their frickin men were off playing deadly war games or stupid young men were drinking and watching a parade instead of fucking the twenty-one year old willing body in their field camp.
The artifact hadn’t been in a girl’s mouth for well over two thousand years ...but it was a patient object and delivered everything its well crafted shape was intended to...it was a work of frickin art...it was more importantly a work of frickin human pleasure ...it encapsulated human need across time...Gilly was sucking off the wooden cock knob...and boy was it good...she closed her eyes and sucked with gusto...she sucked and licked the frickin knobby head: imaging it was Damien; who hadn’t even flirted with her on the dig.
The lass had her shirt undone and her cute tits over her bra cup and her nipples were really getting a sensational self tweak. Then her fingers were furiously unbuttoning, unzipping and yanking down pants and panties...for the real field test...just how good was an ancient local craftsmen...
The unknown creator was good...very, very good.., it was like it had been shaped as a universal fit all...fit all needs...the ultimate time warp dildo.
Ms McMasters was laying half back across any empty table...her glasses off...her beautiful brunette locks; shaken free...
Gilly went ‘Ohh’ and ‘Ahh’ as she teased the bulbous; reddish, wooden oiled; slinky knob around her pinkish wet lips...they were a pair...pleasure crafted out of wood...but boy what pleasure...Ms Mc Masters inserted the unearthed find into her twenty-first century girly coochie, inch by old fashioned inch, or several centimetres by contemporary measured gradients...Does it matter?...the sensation was delicious... she was on a filling incline of absolute girly bliss.
She even opened her eyes and looked down...watching her dark hairy pussy take the found object so easily. Now imaging it was Trevor...another male on the dig team...finally giving her what she needed...a good personal ploughing into.
Base human need coursed from her brain directly into her randy hand and Gill was suddenly dildo fucking herself...the sleek object now smeared with her own coochie moisture...the stunning smudges of her growing self pleasure... she saw her own pretty white mucus flecks on the dildo.
Our lass was guttural...with infrequent “Mmm’s” of pleasure changing to panting fast “Orrhh’s” and “Arrggh’s” of maxing delight.
Once her other fingers hit her erect sweet pea...orgasm was the only outcome as it must have been in the fourth century before the Common Era for the bored mistress of the house or a randy secretive slave girl.
Gillian’s now personally sugared inner womanly pussy walls were gripping the ancient wooden dick like it was a genuine stiffer. The olive oil, the dildo’s sleekness and her own natural lubricant and her frenzied finger work all gelling for a burgeoning climax. And it was Duncan, muscular and dark, who had centred in her lustful mind’s vision; he was the third undergraduate male on the dig: and the full length of the ruddy glossy toy went even deeper in her spread, constantly beckoning womanhood.
Wow: did Gilly cum...Her legs spread high and wide across an empty table...the dildo in previously uncharted fem-depths ... a good several inches...but slanting out to catch the knobby head on her sensitive coochie opening...
“Oh My frickin God...Ahh...Ahhh...Ahh” she expelled in happiness: and it was a climax for the ages.
The guys coming into the tent with a few drinks under their belt had understood the sexual groaning they heard clearly emanating from the tent...and they certainly had processed it was Miss McMasters; but Damien, Duncan or Trevor couldn’t picture her.
They had no need to picture the young woman...they got to see it all. Candid, frank and instantly cock arousing. Immediately the situation was a sexual revelation combined with a trinity of male need.
Gillian was in repose but only momentarily. Yeah the ancient dildo had more than passed its time warp test...but three contemporary stiffs were primed for current action.
Damien put his hot throbbing fat piece of principal flesh into Ms McMaster’s petite open mouth. Suffice it to say: his cock was a genuine true stuffing gobstopper. Gilly appreciated the facial cavity filler though. Trevor liked tit and well just helped himself to; two very generous handfuls. Duncan missed his girlfriend’s sweet tight pussy and decided Gillian’s dark muff would be fine for today.
Our brunette undergraduate field archaeologist was engaged in true energetic field work. She was working a mouthful of hard pecker with some difficulty. Geez Damien was well hung. She thought she was a bit rough on her own nipples sometimes in her girly excitement for pleasure...well Trevor was man handling her breasts...pushing them together...burying his face deeply in them...pulling out her nipples and latching his mouth over them in a full vacuum sucking action. While Duncan was plainly seeing how obscenely he could push into her body. He had the lasses legs spread wide and really pinned back...God he was in deep and Gilly was really happy each time his pubic bone smashed into her super aroused clitty.
Duncan was enjoying a rapid warm sweet fuck. Ms McMasters was sodden and tight in the same delectable instance. With her dark long hair flowing ...she was a sexy chick.
Trevor liked tit for foreplay but he was now looking for a cock slotting hole and he didn’t care ...front or back door. He took in that Duncan’s cock was pistoning deep into the obviously sexually free young lady...he wished he had gone to her tent earlier on the expedition...but that thought was lost in the still lubricated dildo...where the fuck had the beautifully crafted wooden delight turned up from... surely not the dig site ? Maybe the desperate miss had brought it a local
market; a quality fake...maybe...but it looked too lovingly made.
Lovingly crafted or not...it was designed for pleasure crafting and Trevor saw her cute puckered diminutive vacant arsehole ring and put the burnished looking device to good use...toying it around her crimped anus...the so fine fleshy lines of her puckered constriction grooving inwards...and they gave...but with a gentle resistance as he pushed the knob with a generous splash of available olive oil into her butt hole.
Ms McMasters was in new territory...cock filled and arsehole played. But the ancient toy was exquisitely defining. She felt the partition between her pussy and bum, nearly fudge and melt away...she was fuller than she had ever been...well actually triple treated as Damien was groaning in ball bursting pleasure still pressing into her gob; intent on Gillian deep throating him.
Trevor had the reddish now well lubricated dildo a good couple of inches in Gill’s butt crack. Her crevice’s tight flesh furrowed in with the pushy thrusting and wanting more in each gaped expanding outward tug. As dirty as the toy was to watch...and operate... Trevor knew his dick craved to fill the space.
Duncan wanted her arse; Damien was seduced by her awesome pink starfish and Trevor desired a bum hole too.
Well boys she only had the one.
Gilly saw the guy’s dilemma...the action had stopped...well screw this...Shy as a life restricting concept left her brain as her Id took control... the pleasure principal was dominant:
“Trevor get your cock in my butt” was all she needed to say.
Trev gouged into her arse like muscling deep into a dig trench. He pummelled her willing back door. Ms McMasters was reduced to slutty whorish yelps of bodily bliss.
Her arsehole was frickin tightness defined and Trevor jerked and creamed the lass. He was out. He was finished.
Duncan and Damien had enjoyed the show. They had the ringside view to her ring workout. They both thought that: ....it was all over.
Gillian was only getting started:
“Oh for fuck sake... Duncan get your cock in there now”
Duncan loved arse but hadn’t had a lot and stabbed into her creamed gaped readiness. Man did she have a structuring closure on his cock and her crack was so cock ready...nicely expanded and relaxed but still encircling. He jabbed and jabbed in absolute male arsehole pleasure; till he too, creamed the lass.
Gilly felt her arse was made for cock. It was so tightly filling. It was wholly addictive too. She couldn’t get enough of the bum packing sensation... the rippling pleasure through her so sensitive cavity.
Duncan withdrew his cock coated in globs of jizz. Gillian felt her relaxed sphincter ooze warm cum.
Damien had been watching the repeat anal dipping...surely the lass had had enough...he sighed... his erectness wasted...maybe she would let him finish off in her mouth...
“Oh Damien,” she said forcefully, “Fuck the life out of my arse...go for it”
Damien couldn’t believe how pleasurable her cum filled arsehole was...he had had a bit of anal before and usually the girl complained and it finished before the pleasure had really started...not today. Gill had gone beyond any decency and Damien really appreciated that...her arsehole was a warm cum sodden tunnel of mind blowing pleasure as he shoved and ploughed his pecker into her...no anal civility ...it was cock barging, jostling and banging.
The deeper he got, the dirtier he felt: he was bulldozing into her crack and the more he heaved into her; the more she moaned in her compelling addiction.
Her arse was life...life was defined by her arsehole. Pleasure defined as bodily capital...the investment of triple cock paying off immediately in mind numbing doses of mounting pleasure and with her fingers getting onto her clit...her body found the true expression of everything it was capable of... in a dense female orgasm.
Damien blew his load into her cum crowded back furrow. One happy man.
To say Ms McMasters didn’t have energy for anything; after that ... well that’s not over stating it. She was replete...brimful of cock satisfaction in her body and her arsehole still pulsating with leaking wads of dribbly jizz.
Fuck; was she a sweaty, leaking, tousled; flushed girl...but the guys only saw and held in their minds a stunning woman...God they all wanted her as a girlfriend...or a fuck buddy on the side...Yeah guys are so greedy.
The story of the dildo, as told by Gilly; took the three guys from the shocking indecency and indelicacy of all their combined actions...Gill included. Trevor had got everyone a beer from the stock they had brought back and Gillian outlined in detail the events of her remarkable find.
She concluded: “Pity such a wonderful device created for pleasure through the ages...has to end up a catalogued; probably undisplayed artifact because of some prudish museum administrators. “
Then after another much needed swig of beer in the late afternoon heat; she added: “Mmm...But Jones isn’t back till tomorrow...Tell you guys what...you’re welcome back here tonight...but right now after I finish this drink...I need a shower.”
Three guys after a quaff of beer all nodded; nearly in unison...but in their individual minds ...absolute smutty plans for Ms Gillian’s McMasters body were expanding exponentially and they all included: ‘that artifact.’
Miss Gillian McMasters was so excited she nearly wet her panties. What a find...
Our lass had been given the gynaeceum to excavate carefully. The women’s room of the Ancient Greek house her University was investigating this summer dig season.
It had been days of dust and heat and the highlight was the remains of some geometric floor tiles...it was a wealthy dwelling ...but nothing super special. Gillian had dreams like all first diggers of finding a piece of jewellery or least a delicate aryballos...possibly the woman of house’s perfume container.
Well by this late afternoon Jill would have settled for a hair pin. Another five minutes and she would call it quits for the day. She was however, still going half an hour after ... giving herself: another five minute reminder. The sun beating down onto her sweat runnelled back.
The slack guys on the team had packed it in early, complaining of the sweltering heat and gone in their hired vehicle to the nearest town for some drinking and the saint’s parade. Their expedition leader; Prof Jones; had been called to another dig site where a rare Greek bronze arrow head had been uncovered. He would be back tomorrow...late. So the boys had knocked off early. As well: the dig’s local support crew were all off at the Orthodox Saints festival.
Twenty-one year old, archaeology- under graduate; Ms McMasters was the only woman on the site and the only female team member. Though the guys didn’t seem to register that. Our Gilly didn’t help herself though...she was shy and she covered right up...well it was all about being sun safe. But her long brunette hair was bunned up and long sleeved unisex shirts and daggy pants didn’t help her look...and neither did her older style glasses ...still she knew she was all woman between her own legs...she just wished a few more guys would enjoy what she was actually willing to share if given just a hint of interest...she just couldn’t initiate that first move...Screw shyness.
Gilly had felt a previously carefully uncovered floor tile give too easily, in the compacted earth...there was a cavity in the floor...boy was she excited...her heart rate went up so frickin quickly... her hands grabbed greedily into the whole...there was a dusty piece of fabric... a coarse plain weave containing some longish object...Gill unwrapped it immediately ...
That was when she nearly wet her panties...there was no doubting what the object was...Gill was an open minded girl and had the modern equivalent hidden in the back of her own wardrobe at home...she still lived with her parents... God she would die of embarrassment if her mum ever confronted or even disturbed her private pleasure toy.
She had however...this afternoon... unearthed... an ancient dildo.
It was beautiful...it was wooden ... a light reddish brown colour...with a stunning smooth textured grain...Gill was guessing...Lebanese cedar...but it had this gorgeous realistic cock head...
Gilly nearly wanted to suck it off...there and then.
She felt the moisture between her legs...not from nearly peeing herself... but her girly feminineness...the object was exciting to her... as a woman.
Ms McMasters remained professional somehow...she had to photograph the object: she wrapped it back up and then photographed it... in the cavity...then took it back to her tent to catalogue...carefully photographing and recording on her laptop the details of the ancient dildo.
The cedar phallus was two and half centimetres in diameter, a whooping eighteen centimetres long... yeah a good seven inches calculated our Gilly as she measured it...she really enjoyed holding it ... actually she measured it and remeasured it...running her hand along it...imaging it was a guy’s cock sliding between her legs.
Our Gill had never experienced a big cock...well she had only ever experienced two... this wooden delight was obviously a real coochie pleaser in its day...with a clear bulbous cock head... it was a smooth, sleek object of ancient fleshy pleasure: still in pristine condition.
Gilly wiped the ‘object’ carefully with a cloth...but it was perfect ...it had been well wrapped and well hidden...from ancient prying male eyes....it had a luster that insisted on use ...it looked like it had been used...well ‘yesterday’.
Ms McMasters knew her sexual archaeology ...though what she had read wasn’t on the recommended reading list ...but she was a curious girl. The dildo in history; the cunning fem-toy predated the invention of the wheel... humans always had their priorities right...pleasure first...and that Cleopatra and the world’s first vibrator...so the story goes...a gourd full of angry bees...historical licence...but who knows?
Gillian competently measured the object’s girth again... but she wanted it in her mouth...she wanted it in her pussy...she wondered if the mistress of the ancient gynaeceum had put it up her slave girl’s arse...she had no idea where that filthy thought came from...but she liked it.
Equally she had no recall later of why she lazily drizzled olive oil over the fantastically appealing object ...she knew about ancient Greek lube...and the dig; well after all; it was in Greece.
The reddish brown texture was extravagantly lustrous as the oil seeped and smeared along the dildo’s length...Gillian was beyond sultry ...the sensuous need of a sex starved woman hit in...alone and with a toy designed for her’s or any female’s anatomy ...to fill her aching need...just like women through time...when their frickin men were off playing deadly war games or stupid young men were drinking and watching a parade instead of fucking the twenty-one year old willing body in their field camp.
The artifact hadn’t been in a girl’s mouth for well over two thousand years ...but it was a patient object and delivered everything its well crafted shape was intended to...it was a work of frickin art...it was more importantly a work of frickin human pleasure ...it encapsulated human need across time...Gilly was sucking off the wooden cock knob...and boy was it good...she closed her eyes and sucked with gusto...she sucked and licked the frickin knobby head: imaging it was Damien; who hadn’t even flirted with her on the dig.
The lass had her shirt undone and her cute tits over her bra cup and her nipples were really getting a sensational self tweak. Then her fingers were furiously unbuttoning, unzipping and yanking down pants and panties...for the real field test...just how good was an ancient local craftsmen...
The unknown creator was good...very, very good.., it was like it had been shaped as a universal fit all...fit all needs...the ultimate time warp dildo.
Ms McMasters was laying half back across any empty table...her glasses off...her beautiful brunette locks; shaken free...
Gilly went ‘Ohh’ and ‘Ahh’ as she teased the bulbous; reddish, wooden oiled; slinky knob around her pinkish wet lips...they were a pair...pleasure crafted out of wood...but boy what pleasure...Ms Mc Masters inserted the unearthed find into her twenty-first century girly coochie, inch by old fashioned inch, or several centimetres by contemporary measured gradients...Does it matter?...the sensation was delicious... she was on a filling incline of absolute girly bliss.
She even opened her eyes and looked down...watching her dark hairy pussy take the found object so easily. Now imaging it was Trevor...another male on the dig team...finally giving her what she needed...a good personal ploughing into.
Base human need coursed from her brain directly into her randy hand and Gill was suddenly dildo fucking herself...the sleek object now smeared with her own coochie moisture...the stunning smudges of her growing self pleasure... she saw her own pretty white mucus flecks on the dildo.
Our lass was guttural...with infrequent “Mmm’s” of pleasure changing to panting fast “Orrhh’s” and “Arrggh’s” of maxing delight.
Once her other fingers hit her erect sweet pea...orgasm was the only outcome as it must have been in the fourth century before the Common Era for the bored mistress of the house or a randy secretive slave girl.
Gillian’s now personally sugared inner womanly pussy walls were gripping the ancient wooden dick like it was a genuine stiffer. The olive oil, the dildo’s sleekness and her own natural lubricant and her frenzied finger work all gelling for a burgeoning climax. And it was Duncan, muscular and dark, who had centred in her lustful mind’s vision; he was the third undergraduate male on the dig: and the full length of the ruddy glossy toy went even deeper in her spread, constantly beckoning womanhood.
Wow: did Gilly cum...Her legs spread high and wide across an empty table...the dildo in previously uncharted fem-depths ... a good several inches...but slanting out to catch the knobby head on her sensitive coochie opening...
“Oh My frickin God...Ahh...Ahhh...Ahh” she expelled in happiness: and it was a climax for the ages.
The guys coming into the tent with a few drinks under their belt had understood the sexual groaning they heard clearly emanating from the tent...and they certainly had processed it was Miss McMasters; but Damien, Duncan or Trevor couldn’t picture her.
They had no need to picture the young woman...they got to see it all. Candid, frank and instantly cock arousing. Immediately the situation was a sexual revelation combined with a trinity of male need.
Gillian was in repose but only momentarily. Yeah the ancient dildo had more than passed its time warp test...but three contemporary stiffs were primed for current action.
Damien put his hot throbbing fat piece of principal flesh into Ms McMaster’s petite open mouth. Suffice it to say: his cock was a genuine true stuffing gobstopper. Gilly appreciated the facial cavity filler though. Trevor liked tit and well just helped himself to; two very generous handfuls. Duncan missed his girlfriend’s sweet tight pussy and decided Gillian’s dark muff would be fine for today.
Our brunette undergraduate field archaeologist was engaged in true energetic field work. She was working a mouthful of hard pecker with some difficulty. Geez Damien was well hung. She thought she was a bit rough on her own nipples sometimes in her girly excitement for pleasure...well Trevor was man handling her breasts...pushing them together...burying his face deeply in them...pulling out her nipples and latching his mouth over them in a full vacuum sucking action. While Duncan was plainly seeing how obscenely he could push into her body. He had the lasses legs spread wide and really pinned back...God he was in deep and Gilly was really happy each time his pubic bone smashed into her super aroused clitty.
Duncan was enjoying a rapid warm sweet fuck. Ms McMasters was sodden and tight in the same delectable instance. With her dark long hair flowing ...she was a sexy chick.
Trevor liked tit for foreplay but he was now looking for a cock slotting hole and he didn’t care ...front or back door. He took in that Duncan’s cock was pistoning deep into the obviously sexually free young lady...he wished he had gone to her tent earlier on the expedition...but that thought was lost in the still lubricated dildo...where the fuck had the beautifully crafted wooden delight turned up from... surely not the dig site ? Maybe the desperate miss had brought it a local
market; a quality fake...maybe...but it looked too lovingly made.
Lovingly crafted or not...it was designed for pleasure crafting and Trevor saw her cute puckered diminutive vacant arsehole ring and put the burnished looking device to good use...toying it around her crimped anus...the so fine fleshy lines of her puckered constriction grooving inwards...and they gave...but with a gentle resistance as he pushed the knob with a generous splash of available olive oil into her butt hole.
Ms McMasters was in new territory...cock filled and arsehole played. But the ancient toy was exquisitely defining. She felt the partition between her pussy and bum, nearly fudge and melt away...she was fuller than she had ever been...well actually triple treated as Damien was groaning in ball bursting pleasure still pressing into her gob; intent on Gillian deep throating him.
Trevor had the reddish now well lubricated dildo a good couple of inches in Gill’s butt crack. Her crevice’s tight flesh furrowed in with the pushy thrusting and wanting more in each gaped expanding outward tug. As dirty as the toy was to watch...and operate... Trevor knew his dick craved to fill the space.
Duncan wanted her arse; Damien was seduced by her awesome pink starfish and Trevor desired a bum hole too.
Well boys she only had the one.
Gilly saw the guy’s dilemma...the action had stopped...well screw this...Shy as a life restricting concept left her brain as her Id took control... the pleasure principal was dominant:
“Trevor get your cock in my butt” was all she needed to say.
Trev gouged into her arse like muscling deep into a dig trench. He pummelled her willing back door. Ms McMasters was reduced to slutty whorish yelps of bodily bliss.
Her arsehole was frickin tightness defined and Trevor jerked and creamed the lass. He was out. He was finished.
Duncan and Damien had enjoyed the show. They had the ringside view to her ring workout. They both thought that: ....it was all over.
Gillian was only getting started:
“Oh for fuck sake... Duncan get your cock in there now”
Duncan loved arse but hadn’t had a lot and stabbed into her creamed gaped readiness. Man did she have a structuring closure on his cock and her crack was so cock ready...nicely expanded and relaxed but still encircling. He jabbed and jabbed in absolute male arsehole pleasure; till he too, creamed the lass.
Gilly felt her arse was made for cock. It was so tightly filling. It was wholly addictive too. She couldn’t get enough of the bum packing sensation... the rippling pleasure through her so sensitive cavity.
Duncan withdrew his cock coated in globs of jizz. Gillian felt her relaxed sphincter ooze warm cum.
Damien had been watching the repeat anal dipping...surely the lass had had enough...he sighed... his erectness wasted...maybe she would let him finish off in her mouth...
“Oh Damien,” she said forcefully, “Fuck the life out of my arse...go for it”
Damien couldn’t believe how pleasurable her cum filled arsehole was...he had had a bit of anal before and usually the girl complained and it finished before the pleasure had really started...not today. Gill had gone beyond any decency and Damien really appreciated that...her arsehole was a warm cum sodden tunnel of mind blowing pleasure as he shoved and ploughed his pecker into her...no anal civility ...it was cock barging, jostling and banging.
The deeper he got, the dirtier he felt: he was bulldozing into her crack and the more he heaved into her; the more she moaned in her compelling addiction.
Her arse was life...life was defined by her arsehole. Pleasure defined as bodily capital...the investment of triple cock paying off immediately in mind numbing doses of mounting pleasure and with her fingers getting onto her clit...her body found the true expression of everything it was capable of... in a dense female orgasm.
Damien blew his load into her cum crowded back furrow. One happy man.
To say Ms McMasters didn’t have energy for anything; after that ... well that’s not over stating it. She was replete...brimful of cock satisfaction in her body and her arsehole still pulsating with leaking wads of dribbly jizz.
Fuck; was she a sweaty, leaking, tousled; flushed girl...but the guys only saw and held in their minds a stunning woman...God they all wanted her as a girlfriend...or a fuck buddy on the side...Yeah guys are so greedy.
The story of the dildo, as told by Gilly; took the three guys from the shocking indecency and indelicacy of all their combined actions...Gill included. Trevor had got everyone a beer from the stock they had brought back and Gillian outlined in detail the events of her remarkable find.
She concluded: “Pity such a wonderful device created for pleasure through the ages...has to end up a catalogued; probably undisplayed artifact because of some prudish museum administrators. “
Then after another much needed swig of beer in the late afternoon heat; she added: “Mmm...But Jones isn’t back till tomorrow...Tell you guys what...you’re welcome back here tonight...but right now after I finish this drink...I need a shower.”
Three guys after a quaff of beer all nodded; nearly in unison...but in their individual minds ...absolute smutty plans for Ms Gillian’s McMasters body were expanding exponentially and they all included: ‘that artifact.’
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