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From behind, I felt the dress bunch up, poking its way between my cheeks, wriggling its way relentlessly towards the tight little pucker of my bottom. In front, it lecherously mirrored its rear action, gathering itself into a wad, forcing its way towards my groin, and probing its way against the ruffled lips of vaginal slit. Fearfully I struggled with the skirt, horrified at this demonic turn of events. Gripping the wadded hem with both hands, I strained to return it to its proper position below my knees. My arms were shaking Big Tits with the effort and I could hear stitches in the fabric begin to pop. But the dress resisted all my efforts to restore my modesty. Gritting my teeth, I pulled down as hard as I could, but succeeded only in slipping the top of the dress downward. I stifled a cry of dismay as my creamy rounded breasts toppled free, exposing the quivering orbs of flesh. Blushing, I snatched my hands to the top of the dress and tugged upward, attempting to cover myself, but the stubborn material refused to yield. The cottony fingers of the dress, freed from my attention, exploited the opportunity. I raised my face to the heavens and gave a startled squawk of protest as the finger-like element of my dress prodded urgently at the sensitive puckered opening of my bottom. “No!” I exclaimed to no one in particular, but the dress paid no heed. The other cottony finger also advanced formed, poking and thrusting ever more insistently at my groin, seeking to gain access to my virgin slit. Mother had warned me, in a hushed and embarrassed tone, that “good girls” don’t touch themselves down there, and I had always heeded her warnings on such somber matters. This could not be allowed to continue! I fought with the probing, rubbing material, but it was in vain. The cottony fingers of the possessed garment found their way to their targets and my virgin slit received its first-ever penetration. Crying with fear, I gripped the front of my dress with both hands, yanking furiously in an attempt to drag it free of my puffy little sex mound. It had the indian strength of three men it seemed, and I could do nothing to halt its progress as it diddled my sensitive ruffled lips. Despite my revulsion, I felt my vaginal lips blossom open in response. The cottony material gathered itself and then wriggled its way up inside my pink girlish core. “Ah!” I cried out, jerking upright in shock as the rearward finger of the dress nosed its way into the wrinkled dimple of my bottom and pushed, fighting the tightly puckered resistance of my rectal opening. I clenched myself against the invasion, but was powerless to stop it. I issued a moan of protest as I felt the taunt muscular opening of my bottom forced relentlessly open, the wriggling finger of cottony material easing its way into my sphincter. Tears streamed down my cheeks. This was so wrong... so evil... The forbidden sensations of the twin penetrations shuddered through me. With a sob, my efforts to continue the fight began to falter. I weakly tugged at the dress as an involuntary twitch cause my hips to buck. Instinctively I spread my stance and squatted a bit, opening myself up in an invite for more of this delightful probing. My hands of their own accord came up, clutching my naked breasts, teasing the rigid nipples. “Ummmm,” I groaned, closing my eyes and abandoning myself to my fate. A warm bubbling sensation of pleasure began to build in my belly -- something I had never felt before. On instinct I dropped one hand to my groin, clutching at my moist, swollen sexual mound. I extended a finger and rubbed along the ruffled lips of my slit, finding the bunched and twisted appendage of dress embedded therein. As if sensing my presence, the material unwound, opening up and welcoming my finger into its cottony grip. My mother’s warnings forgotten, I slipped my finger inside my slit, snuggly wrapped in the wet, slippery embrace of the material of my dress. Joining in the motion of the enchanted dress, I drove my finger in and out of slit, simulating the motions I had seen of our barnyard animals in their mating season. Then, I am most shamed to admit, my other hand stole its way down to my backside. Heedless of who might be around to see, I squatted in a most unladylike manner and pushed my middle finger between the spread cheeks of my rump. Never had I seen our barnyard animals rutting in this second orifice, but the sensations of my probing dress just made the action seem so natural. The tip of my cock was still stuck inside of her like a Chinese finger trap. Now before you scream or do anything stupid how do you think you husbands’ company would feel watching you and us”? I could smell the sex in indian the room and saw the puddle that Anabelle left at the base of the X. I thought to myself about whom I would ask to clean the room. Both demure specimens of submissive beauty. I was merely availing myself of the clean pitcher of water and bowl to clean up.� I shall be more astute with the lock next time." The band stopped and then began playing another slow song. get the clamps. Her nipple was shiny with his saliva. Then I saw movement about fifty metres to my right and there, standing out amongst some bushes and a small clump of trees I noticed the woman, only she was now topless. “I mean, how can you ever get better at fighting with a sword, if all you’re doing is hitting an inanimate object with a sword?” Brandan shrugged. Then sex became a chore which had Big Tits to be done at particular times and was always a source of anxiety, which often stopped him cuming. ‘Shove it into my cunt, turn it on and fuck me hard!’ She ordered. Yes you may cum he said as he drove to maximum depth pulsing his cum into her cervix. I shrugged to myself before walking up to the counter. “You’d better, John” said one of the men, intentionally getting his name wrong, “cos none of us will be happy if we have to come back – least of all you!” another poke to the ribs. All of a sudden, her lips were on mine and she’s making out with me furiously. “Yes ready... you know aroused... hard... ready to FUCK ME.” Hailey shouted the last two words at Lena who was biting her bottom lip trying not to cry. Oh Jesus! Kimbo laughed. She raised one foot to the edge of the tub and guided my cock to her pussy from the front. Candice might have the biggest cock at our college, though Shelena's was pretty close. He stepped up. “Do you mean I’m more bitchy than Miruna,” Niky said with a slutty loud laugh. I hope you didn’t think ill of me.”