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A DREAM FRIEND... Chapter Five free porn video
T-Minus 51 Hours...
This tape started with a very interesting sex scene... Very different from the sex scenes in the previous two tapes and Rose Ann was reacting...
We watched as a pretty woman pretended to stir something in a pot on a stove. Without foreplay a man approached from behind and stripped off her clothing while she protested she was cooking and for him to stop. Obviously he didn't intend to stop when he grabbed her boobs. We watched as his strong fingers mauled her soft tits. The woman's moans and cries sounded like she was half in pain and half excited at having her tits abused.
Rose Ann began to react when his hands left the actress' tits to bend her over a kitchen counter. The actress' protests of, 'Noooo, Just wait! No!...', were loud as the guy bent her arm behind her back to control her while he pushed his cock inside her dry, hard and fast. Rose Ann began to u*********sly echo the actress' cries with soft growls from the back of her throat.
When the guy was deep inside her he released her arm and held her by the hips, pulling her back to meet his still hard, rapid thrusts. Stretching her arms out the actress grasped the edge of the counter, grunting in time to the cock thrusting into her.
Swallowing to clear her throat, Rose Ann whispered, "Will you..." Rose stopped to clear her throat again. "Will you be that way?"
Moving hair strands out of the way I leaned to put my mouth close to Rose Ann's ear and whispered back, "Yes. Every chance I get."
Rose Ann's eyes closed for a moment and her breath caught, then released with a long, barely audible 'ooooooooooooo'. I knew she was imagining what it would be like to have her body used this way. I had to believe even her worst boyfriend had at least tried a little foreplay. The sex scenes we'd watched on the previous tapes had started with foreplay also. This was probably the first time she'd thought of how it might feel if someone just took her hard and her not fighting back in a murderous rage. The tip of her tongue wet her lips before she turned her head and opened her eyes to continue watching the fuck film.
She didn't have to watch long before the man grabbed the woman between her legs to treat her pussy as roughly as he'd treated her tits. I couldn't tell if his cock was still in her pussy but her reaction to his fingers abusing her pussy was more than enough to cause her to try and move out of his grasp while breathing hard and shouting wordless sounds that could have been in complaint or sexual heat depending on your point of view.
Rose Ann was definitely in an advanced stage of sexual heat! I doubt she realized her hips were moving slightly or how deep her breaths were. No more than she thought about the low sounds coming from the back of her throat I could hear escaping through her open lips.
I didn't make out what Rose Ann said to me at first. My attention was on the TV where the woman now definitely sounded in favor of the treatment her pussy was getting. When I asked, 'What?" Rose Ann whispered a little louder, "Touch me..." and to show what she wanted, she took my hand in hers and moved it down her stomach.
I doubt if Rose Ann really expected for me to slip my hand under the blanket to touch her skin just above her mound. She tensed and drew in a sharp breath when my fingers slid under her panties but she didn't say anything. Afterwards, her body went limp and she closed her eyes as my fingers pushed further between her legs. She'd surrendered herself to anything I might do.
I didn't need to see the blush on her cheeks to know that Rose Ann was feverish with desire. As my hand began slow, circular movements over her pussy, we could both hear creamy lips parting and coming together. My finger did dip between her slit to tease her hard clit but only for a very few seconds. Finger now wet with her juice, sliding through the warm cream of her pussy slit for the first time, the urge to slide deeper was almost unbearable. Afraid that I wouldn't be able to resist slipping a finger deeper between her slit, I moved my hand.
Rose Ann protested wordlessly and moved to put my hand back on her pussy when I pulled my hand out of her panties but she quieted and laid still again when I began pressing against her pussy lips, only this time through her panties.
Estimating where her clit was, my fingers pressed harder into soft pussy lips. I was rewarded with a deep, deep moan that came from Rose Ann's diaphragm and she spread her legs further apart.
Pressing even harder I began completing slow, circular journeys over and around her clit. Watching Rose Ann, I saw her mouth open more and her moans grew deeper in tone as tremors began rippling through her body from her thighs and up. Rose Ann had turned mostly onto her back and in the dim light from the TV I could see her lips barely move as I heard low sighs of 'yes...yes...yes... ohhhh, yessss... like that... like that...' over the sounds coming from the TV.
With Rose Ann's encouragement I pressed even harder against her panties and, ceasing my circular movements, began a faster back and forth movement over her lips. Touching one thigh and then the other I increased the rhythm of my hand as Rose Ann signaled her approval by arching her back and crying out, 'YES! Oh, Fuuuuckkk...' The faster I moved my hand and pressed harder against her pussy and clit, the more Rose Ann convulsed beside me. My head above the blanket, I could see the blanket moving as her thighs began trembling as she neared climax.
By the light of the TV I watched her head begin to curve back into her pillow, the skin of her neck drawing tight. Muscle convulsions grew in intensity and frequency then suddenly... Her thighs clamped shut around my hand at the same time both of her hands grabbed mine to force my fingers into her pussy lips as hard as they could.
Rose Ann's back came off the couch as abdominal muscles constricted as her head snapped forward and with loud, high pitched yells of 'Oh FUCK!fuckfuckfuckfuck...' forced through clenched teeth, she came... And came... Legs humping her pussy up and hands forcing my fingers down, I had to use my strength to keep from pushing her panties deep into her hole. Normally I wouldn't have cared but I'd promised not to deflower, even by accident, this virgin pussy.
Gradually Rose Ann's convulsions grew weaker and more infrequent as I lessened the pressure of my fingers and moved them to massage her mound instead of her puffy pussy lips. Rose Ann seemed frozen in place and then, with a final, long guttural, 'OhhhhhhhFuuuuuuuuckkkkk', her body stretched out beside me and she lay completely relaxed again.
It was close to midnight by now and Rose Ann showed no hint of wanting to watch more porn or even move. Be damned if she wasn't so relaxed I couldn't tell if she was even breathing! To check I leaned to kiss her. When soft lips molded to mine I knew she was awake. When warm lips sighed the words, 'Fuck me...now...', I knew she was still horny. Extricating myself from between her and the back of the couch wasn't easy but do-able.
Taking Rose Ann's hand, despite her lethargic whines of, 'don't wanna get up...', I was able to convince her to rise and shuffle with my help to her bed. Tucking her under the covers, with assurances that I'd be right back, I resisted her whimpers as I moved away without joining her. Turning the tape player off, I made a mental note to only check out movies made by this particular company from now on.
I turned the volume down but left the TV on as a nightlight in case Rose Ann needed the loo during the night. By the time I returned to her bedroom, Rose Ann was sound asleep. Moving to join her under the covers didn't wake her though even in her sleep she moved slowly to press against my body for heat.
T-Minus 41 Hours
I woke up when something jabbed me in the stomach. Looking no further than the happy, bed hair framed face close to mine, I had a hint as to what, or rather whom, had jabbed me. "It's about time you woke up, sleepyhead. I'm hungry. I want French toast."
Stretching, I replied with a yawn, "Rose Ann, you do know that you are capable of cooking. It's not rocket science."
"I want French toast!"
"May I use the loo first? Perhaps a quick shower, too?"
Grumble,grumble,grumble... But at least she moved a bit to let me out of bed. Though she'd grumbled, I don't think Rose Ann minded the time we spent showering. Considering I used much of the hot water washing/massaging her back, butt and boobs.
In the kitchen I put the ingredients together in a bowl. Leaving it to Rose Ann to stir, I turned to get the Texas toast out of the freezer to thaw. Breaking the frozen slices into individual pieces, I looked and... "Really? Bloody Hell, Rose Ann!"
"What? I'm wearing an apron." Wow, she sounded as innocent as a new born baby. And as playful as a kitten.
"Yeeees..., but before I turned you were wearing a shirt and bra."
"Maybe I didn't want to get egg on them," she grinned.
"Or maybe you're trying to drive me crazy so I'll grab you like the man on the tape last night," I growled as I walked over, grabbed and pulled her to me. "Bend you over the counter and..." I left the rest unsaid as I kissed her instead. I didn't treat her tits as roughly as the man on the tape had handled his woman's but I certainly left no part of her mostly bared breasts and panty clad ass go un-squeezed. Rose Ann was humming appreciatively from the back of her throat and her nipples were hard when I finally let her go.
"That was fun," Rose Ann gulped. "I should wear an apron more often."
"Why don't we discuss your wardrobe while eating? I have to leave soon since I may have to walk quite a few miles today."
For no reason I could fathom, Rose Ann began giggling. "Oh, yeah, condoms... You need to go buy condoms. Lots and lots of condoms."
My Suspicion Meter pegged out at 100% but even under questioning Rose Ann admitted to nothing. Breakfast finished, Rose Ann took the plates to the sink and began running water. I was about to get up from my seat when I asked a question that I'd been meaning to ask since yesterday. "Rose Ann, are you really a virgin?"
It was when Rose Ann went absolutely still that I knew I'd fucked up.
Sliding off my seat I managed two silent steps backwards before she turned and I froze like a deer caught in headlights.
"Are... You... Calling... Me... A... Liar?"
Oh, shit! Her voice was icy and the words clipped and as regular as a metronome's tick.
"NO! No! I believe you..."
"Do you think I would joke about this?"
"No, Rose Ann," I waved my hands in the negative and took one more slow step back. "What I meant was..."
I saw her eyes narrow and... I ran like a scalded cat. I'm not ashamed to admit that I ran as if all the Hounds of Hell were charging my ass. I barely got my bedroom door shut when a heavy weight crashed into it. Leaning against the door to brace it, I tried to explain. "Rose Ann, I swear by God and Saint George I didn't mean it that way! I just said it the wrong way!"
Crash!
Maybe I've mentioned a time or two that Rose Ann has anger management problems? That growing up with three brothers had taught her to fight for respect? That her dad taught her how to fight? How to fight dirty? Yes, well... I rated my chance in a fight against Rose Ann where I couldn't really fight to hurt her at maybe 10% I'd walk away without permanent damage. 90% that I'd have broken bones or scars.
CRASH!
Thank God I'd chosen my bedroom and not hers. Rose Ann only had a couple of feet to gain momentum before ramming my door. If I'd chosen to put her bedroom's door between us she would have had several feet to run down the hallway and gain kinetic energy.
CRASH!
"COME OUT YOU COWARD AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!!"
To Be Continued...
This tape started with a very interesting sex scene... Very different from the sex scenes in the previous two tapes and Rose Ann was reacting...
We watched as a pretty woman pretended to stir something in a pot on a stove. Without foreplay a man approached from behind and stripped off her clothing while she protested she was cooking and for him to stop. Obviously he didn't intend to stop when he grabbed her boobs. We watched as his strong fingers mauled her soft tits. The woman's moans and cries sounded like she was half in pain and half excited at having her tits abused.
Rose Ann began to react when his hands left the actress' tits to bend her over a kitchen counter. The actress' protests of, 'Noooo, Just wait! No!...', were loud as the guy bent her arm behind her back to control her while he pushed his cock inside her dry, hard and fast. Rose Ann began to u*********sly echo the actress' cries with soft growls from the back of her throat.
When the guy was deep inside her he released her arm and held her by the hips, pulling her back to meet his still hard, rapid thrusts. Stretching her arms out the actress grasped the edge of the counter, grunting in time to the cock thrusting into her.
Swallowing to clear her throat, Rose Ann whispered, "Will you..." Rose stopped to clear her throat again. "Will you be that way?"
Moving hair strands out of the way I leaned to put my mouth close to Rose Ann's ear and whispered back, "Yes. Every chance I get."
Rose Ann's eyes closed for a moment and her breath caught, then released with a long, barely audible 'ooooooooooooo'. I knew she was imagining what it would be like to have her body used this way. I had to believe even her worst boyfriend had at least tried a little foreplay. The sex scenes we'd watched on the previous tapes had started with foreplay also. This was probably the first time she'd thought of how it might feel if someone just took her hard and her not fighting back in a murderous rage. The tip of her tongue wet her lips before she turned her head and opened her eyes to continue watching the fuck film.
She didn't have to watch long before the man grabbed the woman between her legs to treat her pussy as roughly as he'd treated her tits. I couldn't tell if his cock was still in her pussy but her reaction to his fingers abusing her pussy was more than enough to cause her to try and move out of his grasp while breathing hard and shouting wordless sounds that could have been in complaint or sexual heat depending on your point of view.
Rose Ann was definitely in an advanced stage of sexual heat! I doubt she realized her hips were moving slightly or how deep her breaths were. No more than she thought about the low sounds coming from the back of her throat I could hear escaping through her open lips.
I didn't make out what Rose Ann said to me at first. My attention was on the TV where the woman now definitely sounded in favor of the treatment her pussy was getting. When I asked, 'What?" Rose Ann whispered a little louder, "Touch me..." and to show what she wanted, she took my hand in hers and moved it down her stomach.
I doubt if Rose Ann really expected for me to slip my hand under the blanket to touch her skin just above her mound. She tensed and drew in a sharp breath when my fingers slid under her panties but she didn't say anything. Afterwards, her body went limp and she closed her eyes as my fingers pushed further between her legs. She'd surrendered herself to anything I might do.
I didn't need to see the blush on her cheeks to know that Rose Ann was feverish with desire. As my hand began slow, circular movements over her pussy, we could both hear creamy lips parting and coming together. My finger did dip between her slit to tease her hard clit but only for a very few seconds. Finger now wet with her juice, sliding through the warm cream of her pussy slit for the first time, the urge to slide deeper was almost unbearable. Afraid that I wouldn't be able to resist slipping a finger deeper between her slit, I moved my hand.
Rose Ann protested wordlessly and moved to put my hand back on her pussy when I pulled my hand out of her panties but she quieted and laid still again when I began pressing against her pussy lips, only this time through her panties.
Estimating where her clit was, my fingers pressed harder into soft pussy lips. I was rewarded with a deep, deep moan that came from Rose Ann's diaphragm and she spread her legs further apart.
Pressing even harder I began completing slow, circular journeys over and around her clit. Watching Rose Ann, I saw her mouth open more and her moans grew deeper in tone as tremors began rippling through her body from her thighs and up. Rose Ann had turned mostly onto her back and in the dim light from the TV I could see her lips barely move as I heard low sighs of 'yes...yes...yes... ohhhh, yessss... like that... like that...' over the sounds coming from the TV.
With Rose Ann's encouragement I pressed even harder against her panties and, ceasing my circular movements, began a faster back and forth movement over her lips. Touching one thigh and then the other I increased the rhythm of my hand as Rose Ann signaled her approval by arching her back and crying out, 'YES! Oh, Fuuuuckkk...' The faster I moved my hand and pressed harder against her pussy and clit, the more Rose Ann convulsed beside me. My head above the blanket, I could see the blanket moving as her thighs began trembling as she neared climax.
By the light of the TV I watched her head begin to curve back into her pillow, the skin of her neck drawing tight. Muscle convulsions grew in intensity and frequency then suddenly... Her thighs clamped shut around my hand at the same time both of her hands grabbed mine to force my fingers into her pussy lips as hard as they could.
Rose Ann's back came off the couch as abdominal muscles constricted as her head snapped forward and with loud, high pitched yells of 'Oh FUCK!fuckfuckfuckfuck...' forced through clenched teeth, she came... And came... Legs humping her pussy up and hands forcing my fingers down, I had to use my strength to keep from pushing her panties deep into her hole. Normally I wouldn't have cared but I'd promised not to deflower, even by accident, this virgin pussy.
Gradually Rose Ann's convulsions grew weaker and more infrequent as I lessened the pressure of my fingers and moved them to massage her mound instead of her puffy pussy lips. Rose Ann seemed frozen in place and then, with a final, long guttural, 'OhhhhhhhFuuuuuuuuckkkkk', her body stretched out beside me and she lay completely relaxed again.
It was close to midnight by now and Rose Ann showed no hint of wanting to watch more porn or even move. Be damned if she wasn't so relaxed I couldn't tell if she was even breathing! To check I leaned to kiss her. When soft lips molded to mine I knew she was awake. When warm lips sighed the words, 'Fuck me...now...', I knew she was still horny. Extricating myself from between her and the back of the couch wasn't easy but do-able.
Taking Rose Ann's hand, despite her lethargic whines of, 'don't wanna get up...', I was able to convince her to rise and shuffle with my help to her bed. Tucking her under the covers, with assurances that I'd be right back, I resisted her whimpers as I moved away without joining her. Turning the tape player off, I made a mental note to only check out movies made by this particular company from now on.
I turned the volume down but left the TV on as a nightlight in case Rose Ann needed the loo during the night. By the time I returned to her bedroom, Rose Ann was sound asleep. Moving to join her under the covers didn't wake her though even in her sleep she moved slowly to press against my body for heat.
T-Minus 41 Hours
I woke up when something jabbed me in the stomach. Looking no further than the happy, bed hair framed face close to mine, I had a hint as to what, or rather whom, had jabbed me. "It's about time you woke up, sleepyhead. I'm hungry. I want French toast."
Stretching, I replied with a yawn, "Rose Ann, you do know that you are capable of cooking. It's not rocket science."
"I want French toast!"
"May I use the loo first? Perhaps a quick shower, too?"
Grumble,grumble,grumble... But at least she moved a bit to let me out of bed. Though she'd grumbled, I don't think Rose Ann minded the time we spent showering. Considering I used much of the hot water washing/massaging her back, butt and boobs.
In the kitchen I put the ingredients together in a bowl. Leaving it to Rose Ann to stir, I turned to get the Texas toast out of the freezer to thaw. Breaking the frozen slices into individual pieces, I looked and... "Really? Bloody Hell, Rose Ann!"
"What? I'm wearing an apron." Wow, she sounded as innocent as a new born baby. And as playful as a kitten.
"Yeeees..., but before I turned you were wearing a shirt and bra."
"Maybe I didn't want to get egg on them," she grinned.
"Or maybe you're trying to drive me crazy so I'll grab you like the man on the tape last night," I growled as I walked over, grabbed and pulled her to me. "Bend you over the counter and..." I left the rest unsaid as I kissed her instead. I didn't treat her tits as roughly as the man on the tape had handled his woman's but I certainly left no part of her mostly bared breasts and panty clad ass go un-squeezed. Rose Ann was humming appreciatively from the back of her throat and her nipples were hard when I finally let her go.
"That was fun," Rose Ann gulped. "I should wear an apron more often."
"Why don't we discuss your wardrobe while eating? I have to leave soon since I may have to walk quite a few miles today."
For no reason I could fathom, Rose Ann began giggling. "Oh, yeah, condoms... You need to go buy condoms. Lots and lots of condoms."
My Suspicion Meter pegged out at 100% but even under questioning Rose Ann admitted to nothing. Breakfast finished, Rose Ann took the plates to the sink and began running water. I was about to get up from my seat when I asked a question that I'd been meaning to ask since yesterday. "Rose Ann, are you really a virgin?"
It was when Rose Ann went absolutely still that I knew I'd fucked up.
Sliding off my seat I managed two silent steps backwards before she turned and I froze like a deer caught in headlights.
"Are... You... Calling... Me... A... Liar?"
Oh, shit! Her voice was icy and the words clipped and as regular as a metronome's tick.
"NO! No! I believe you..."
"Do you think I would joke about this?"
"No, Rose Ann," I waved my hands in the negative and took one more slow step back. "What I meant was..."
I saw her eyes narrow and... I ran like a scalded cat. I'm not ashamed to admit that I ran as if all the Hounds of Hell were charging my ass. I barely got my bedroom door shut when a heavy weight crashed into it. Leaning against the door to brace it, I tried to explain. "Rose Ann, I swear by God and Saint George I didn't mean it that way! I just said it the wrong way!"
Crash!
Maybe I've mentioned a time or two that Rose Ann has anger management problems? That growing up with three brothers had taught her to fight for respect? That her dad taught her how to fight? How to fight dirty? Yes, well... I rated my chance in a fight against Rose Ann where I couldn't really fight to hurt her at maybe 10% I'd walk away without permanent damage. 90% that I'd have broken bones or scars.
CRASH!
Thank God I'd chosen my bedroom and not hers. Rose Ann only had a couple of feet to gain momentum before ramming my door. If I'd chosen to put her bedroom's door between us she would have had several feet to run down the hallway and gain kinetic energy.
CRASH!
"COME OUT YOU COWARD AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!!"
To Be Continued...
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