In Cam she finds everything she imagined and more. He puts a whole new twist on adventure for her until she becomes helplessly addicted to his brand of excitement. Must and can she return to the staid life awaiting her?
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Once they were inside the three walls, C.J. breathed a sigh of relief. It was one thing to be brassy and act out of character, but to do it in public might be going too far. For a moment, she pictured her mother's shock and her father's icy rage if they knew what she was up to.
Oh, damn it, I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want! I'm already the black sheep of the family, so why get a conscience all of a sudden? I'm here to have fun! An orgy is definitely fun, isn't it?
Cam sat on one of the slatted wooden benches. At once, he drew C.J. down onto his lap. That left her exposed in front, but also put whoever approached there at Cam's mercy because he could see them and reach them if he chose to. She doubted if Randy would be quite that brave. Cam held her loosely, one big hand splayed across her stomach and the other resting on her thigh. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock beneath her, the deep throb as his blood rushed through it with each heartbeat. It was hot, hard as iron, and felt perfect right where it was, although thrust into her depths would feel even better.
Miranda circled behind Cam and leaned against his back, rubbing her ample breasts against him. For a moment, Randy seemed at a loss, but finally he went behind Miranda, out of Cam's reach.
Wise move. Miranda doesn't seem to care who she's playing with so maybe she'll show him more welcome than I would.
C.J. wiggled a little, rubbing her butt on Cam's cock, satisfied when she felt it harden still more. She was becoming even more aroused than she had been, yet the idea of performing in front of an audience was rather daunting. She'd certainly never dared to do anything likethat before.
One of Cam's hands strayed downward, his fingers toying with the curly blond hair that sheltered her sex before delving into it, parting her nether lips to brush past her clit and seek her pussy, which wept slick moisture in anticipation. Her breath hitched at that touch, welcome but not enough. He passed right by her clit, but the stroke of his fingertip along her moist slit and then probing into her cunt felt good, almost too good.
Temporarily lost in the sensations, C.J. shut her eyes. When she opened them, she was surprised to find Miranda kneeling in front of her, avidly watching Cam's actions. She was in for another surprise. Withdrawing his hand from teasing her, satisfied she was sufficiently readied, he caught her by the hips and lifted her just enough to settle her onto his iron-hard cock.
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