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Added: Sep 18, 2008
Owner: MsBambie
Total Stories: 4

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Long time cummin’ (Report It)

Long time cummin’: Ms Bambie and Mimi
© 2008 Alley Cat Media

Ms Bambie licked the last few globules of cum from my stalk as we finished some exhausting lovin’. I spent forty minutes at the beginning of this session tongue-mopping her honey hole and chasing her clit as would the Sheriff of Nottingham chase Robin Hood (Hood, get it? Clit. Hood. Never mind.) in Sherwood Forest. After orally dragging three howlers from Ms Bambie’s innards, I harpooned that pussy with my passion-infused dragon. The down-thrusts from that angry helmet-head lacerated Ms Bambie’s anterior perineum but that didn’t stop me…or her. The lovin’ was great and getting greater; we could arrange for triage after the last nutt. Twenty minutes into this second operation she decided to cum…and I opted to cum with her – after all, them’s the best nutts. (sic)

Beads of perspiration adorned my forehead as I considered my treasure, the sought-after Ms Bambie. I glided my palm around the contours of her perfectly shaped gluteal mass; imposing, doubled mounds of smooth chocolate perfection. Ms Bambie’s butter shivered at my touch and then quieted. Amused at the sight of our cum dripping from the lips of her pussy, I wondered, “What would she see as a cherry atop this cake?”

Ms Bambie is always at the top of her game when it comes to sex and she is always horny…lucky me. But this night she smiled as she swallowed the last of my semen and muttered, “I want me some Mimi.”

Anything for my Ms Bambie. Make no mistake, Ms Bambie loves some good dick but sometimes, often times, she wants some pussy in her grill to round things out. At that moment, Rude’s Mimicakes1 was on her mind. Smokey Robinson serenaded the night with Come To Me Soon. Luther Vandross called Smokey Robinson the Shakespeare of Soul; he had it SO right.

Mimicakes1 (Mimi) accepted our invitation to come for a sleepover. It was Mimi’s first time at our home and Ms Bambie wanted it to be memorable. We arranged for them to use the master bedroom while I moderated the broadcast to their Rude.com voyeur house from our office downstairs.

Ms Bambie had the lights in the foyer dimmed when Mimi arrived. This was to set the mood for the clit-licking firestorm that was to ensue. Mimi smiled faintly as she walked through the door, nervous visibly while at the same time excited at being in the presence of Ms Bambie and Ms Bambie’s 45-inch ass-span.

They kissed at the door and again at the foot of the stairs that lead up to the master bedroom. With the second kiss, Ms Bambie leaned in, wrapping her tongue around Mimi’s tonsils and pulling Mimi closely, tightly, to her. Their bodies joined as their flesh gripped one at the other. Ms Bambie enveloped Mimi’s ample waistline with her left arm and gripped firmly Mimi’s derriere (uh, ass cheeks for the differently literate among us) with her right hand. Mimi was lifted onto her toes allowing Ms Bambie to finger Mimi delicately. Mimi let a soft moan slip from her throat past Ms Bambie’s tongue. The sight and sound got me hard. That was my clue that it was goin’ down tonight definitely.

The chocolate, bubble-butted duo ambled up the stairs entangled in each other, stripping away their outer garments as they went. Their asses’ masses painted a shadow above that darkened the ceiling lights; they presented two full moons in a total eclipse. My lip drooled as my third leg, my favorite and the largest of the three (you know the one), stiffened again in anticipation.

Reduced to dental floss and parachutes (dental floss in place of g-strings, parachutes to hangar those HUGE mammary lollypops – geez, do I have to explain everything?), they set up for the hot tub. Ms Bambie prepared the cameras and tripods; Mimi prepared her pussy. Leon Haywood egged them on with I’m Gonna Do Something Freaky To You. Alright, people, sing along if you know the words.

Ms Bambie and Mimi devoured each other with their eyes, ogling back and forth as might school girls who only just discovered their lesbian predilections. I heard the incessant, prepubescent giggling wafting from upstairs and enticing me in the office. My imagination soared as I pictured these thigh-blessed vixens wrapping those hips and hooters around one another. It was a couple hours before the Rude.com group show was scheduled to begin and I was already hitting that fifth star to rate them and reaching for the tip button. A long, steamy night beckoned

I could hear Mimi licking Ms Bambie’s nipples, broad-stroking those 38Ds with the flat of her tongue, flicking moisture with each pass. My mind’s eye crossed as it envisioned Ms Bambie pressing Mimi into her breasts, smothering her areolas with the insides of Mimi’s thin lips. I could almost hear the soft report of undergarments landing on the Berber carpet that floors our master bathroom, leading inevitably to the tidal waves that occur when thunderous ass packages intrude on still waters. Ms Bambie hummed to Curtis Mayfield leading The Impressions as they sang, Never Let Me Go. There’s nothing like Old School to get the feeling across, I always say.

It’s Eddie Murphy’s fault. His song, Put Your Mouth On Me, almost certainly influenced those women. The entire second story of our home swayed as Ms Bambie and Mimi cavorted in the oversized hot tub upstairs. I listened with my gonads as the camera’s eye captured and enjoyed the ablutions above me. By now, Ms Bambie had taken charge and pinned Mimi’s back to the rear wall of the tub. Ms Bambie most certainly was mouth-mangling Mimi’s sizeable breasts, tossing her nipples to and fro with abandon and relish. I heard Mimi sighing uncontrollably, probably owing to Ms Bambie’s oral facility. Ms Bambie can make a teat think it’s a clitoris and she can milk cum – or a reasonable facsimile thereof - from both at will.

Pete, Ms Bambie’s favorite dildo, was slammed hard against the tub’s wall, forced into service at the height of the Ms Bambie-Mimi-athon. Ms Bambie, kneeling in the water, encircled Pete with her mouth as Mimi assaulted Ms Bambie’s pussy from the rear. The water retreated and watched, mouth open in awe and envy. About half an hour into this, the distinctive sound of voluminous water displacement signaled that Mimi was now on her back and Ms Bambie was neck deep in Mimi’s sugar well. Mimi moaned, shrieked and cried alternately as Ms Bambie road the pussy home. I know that the camera did not blink; it was probably rubbing its own nutt out at the goings on in that tub.

I grew faint as I tried to work downstairs. The blood draining into my tool robbed my brain of vital supply. My member was untying my shoes it was so hard. And they upstairs continued the sexual assaults upon my mind. Janet Jackson was singing to me about Control. Hell, I just wanted someone to swallow this nutt I was packin’. My preferred cum-in-mouth girl was preoccupied at that moment with Mimi’s clit in her mouth.

The ladies frolicked for another hour or so and introduced Purple Jeff to the world (a gift to Ms Bambie from Rude.com’s MrNiceDee). Ms Bambie forced Mimi’s nutt factory into overtime as she dragged nutt after nutt after nutt from Mimi. Ms Bambie was horny and hungry; Mimi was both beneficiary and victim. Some people have all the luck.

Now it was Rude group show time and I was so ready for some Ms Bambie. It was all I could do to moderate the house. The sounds emanating from Ms Bambie and Mimi engaged in their lustful intercourse kept my penis doing the mambo in my trousers. I could “hear” Ms Bambie locked between Mimi’s thighs, slurping her way up through Mimi’s joy tunnel to Mimi’s throat. Mimi’s deep grunts let me know that Ms Bambie was achieving major successes along the way.

The group show and the attendant voyeur houses were well-received. The ladies were hits. After the cameras went dark and David Ruffin sang the Smokey Robinson song, Backstage (from the Temptations’ cd, Reunion), Ms Bambie and Mimi nestled into each other’s arms to sleep. I retired to the family room downstairs to watch movies on our oversized sofa. For sure, Mimi invited me to join them but, one, Ms Bambie wasn’t having it and, two, I wasn’t interested. I have nothing against Mimi, of course. She’s a cute bundle but Ms Bambie and I don’t roll that way. Mimi is her girlfriend, not mine. That’s the way we like it.

Mornings with Ms Bambie are always great. The following morning was no different. The lesbo-fest of the night before still ran through my psyche. Each reel was a turn-on. I awakened to find Ms Bambie kneeled before me, dragging my man-muscle from its berth in my Ralph Lauren Polo boxer briefs. We saluted her immediately; hey, we knew “what time it was.”

Ms Bambie embraced my dick gently with her jaws, taking it deeply into her throat and coaxing pre-cum onto her molars. The Elgins were telling Ms Bambie that Heaven Must Have Sent You. Indeed. Ms Bambie toyed with the glans, looping her tongue around it and tapping it with her tongue stud. The sun rose steadily from the east and peeked around the patio pillars to steal a look. Everyone wants to see Ms Bambie in action.

Backing the shaft out a ways, Ms Bambie stroked my member lovingly with her tongue, squeezing it at the base for effect. Ms Bambie had stolen away from bed with Mimi to attend to me. I was grateful, flattered, and feeling really lucky right about then. And I was feeling just a little needy, too, if the truth be told. Ms Bambie rotated my missile slightly in her mouth as she worked her magic, bobbing her head to I Was Getting Some Head. Who’s the artist? She gripped my hips with her hands, pinching my inch to my embarrassment. Ms Bambie then tilted my hips, which changed the angle of entry. This action made my dick head rub the roof of her mouth and, man, I’m tellin’ ya’. That’s the business.

Ms Bambie straddled me on the sofa and lowered herself onto my missile. She, clearly, was ready to blast off. She tightened around me with her best Kegelian effort and began bouncing on the dick. With each rise she forced cum to shoot up and out. It was a sight to behold. At times, she’d lean forward to kiss me as she hammered away with her ass cheeks clapping against my thighs.

The rising sun brought the beast out in me; I flipped Ms Bambie from my lap onto the sofa so that she was partly on the sofa, partly off. I grabbed her dangling legs to keep her from falling and fucked her hard in the missionary style she so enjoys. I was on my knees driving upward into Ms Bambie when, Boom. The nutt sneaked upon me, gushing forth like a frothy river. My dick whistled as it blew and I raised Ms Bambie’s legs into the air and watched our mingled cum drip from her.

Not satisfied, of course, I dived into the pussy, leading with my tongue, and explored her inner walls. Inserting my finger into her ass, I jabbed at her G-spot with the tip of my tongue. Ms Bambie came hard, so hard it forced my cum out of her with her cum. A better creampie cannot be had. Yummy.

Ms Bambie never gets enough. She pushed me back against my calves and captured my dick with her bottom lip, coiling around it like a starved python. Ms Bambie slurped and licked her juices from my manhood; then she returned the meat to her mouth, kneading it with her tongue and gums.

It hadn’t been thirty minutes and, already, cum streamed from me into Ms Bambie’s eager oral orifice. She gulped greedily this protein feast and emptied me into her. Part of the excitement owed to Ms Bambie stealing away from bed with Mimi so furtively. That was a turn-on. It was like she was doing something naughty. Wow. Try it.

Ms Bambie completed her mission, cleaned me up and then slipped back upstairs to Mimi. The girl is inexhaustible. She reduced my normal 55 minute blowjob into an abbreviated explosion. I have no complaints.

See you all at Ms Bambie’s next live house. Bring towels ‘cause it’s gonna be messy.

It’s always hotter at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you’ll LOVE what you see!

CalifStyle aka Käto

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