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Gripping the wadded hem with both hands, I strained to return it to its proper position below my knees. My arms were shaking 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 strength Big Tits 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 blonde 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 -- hard fuck 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 blowjob warnings forgotten, I slipped my blow job 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. After several minutes of salivating at the tits and asses on the computer screen, Kyle could feel an erection poking out of his Academy uniform shorts. Mom was just staring at my tented pants as she said "we'll take care of that later" but Leon said "I'd pay $50 more to see a mother fuck her own son" and just like that, mom said "sure we Big Tits can do that" as she pulled her skirt off and jumped up on the table. He turns and looks at Alicia. She grabbed the waistband blow job of her shorts and saw the man in the mirror make the same action. much to Rays pleasure as this time, Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya’s spread out belly. For the next hour or so, the men made Carole give them deepthroat blowjobs. The hard fuck taxi dropped us off at Talamanca beach and we walked onto the sand. She lived only twenty five miles away from John and the best thing was that she was drop dead gorgeous, supermodel standard. I blowjob moved forward, reached down, and pushed her legs apart. “The next time you want to fuck me, just ask, okay?” I spoke slowly and clearly making sure to keep eye contact and as I spoke I started leaning in. "Of course not. But every time we are alone in my office, from now on, you will always sit blonde with your legs wide apart. I had a good voice too, and I loved singing, but so did Rob. Unless specifically directed, underwear will not be worn. She was also glad that she and Thellus had fooled him as well as they had. I finally asked her out and she said yes. “Would like something to drink”? Unfortunately I had a harder time getting back to sleep a little while later. Even with the pressure off I worried like hell she would tell our parents what I did. “I think I'm going to book another cruise.