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She slid her hips back and forth, coating his cock as her pussy got wetter and wetter thinking about her design. "Its a...harness. For me." she said, stroking him harder as he unzipped her vest. He looked at the angles, the protrusions, and the straps for a moment before his eyes lit up at what he was looking at.

"Christ, Birdie...getting a little frisky aren't we?" he said, sliding his hard cock against her clit; letting the bulging veins act as pleasurable bumps for her. "Why don't you walk me through the process of how this doohicky is supposed to work."

"You see, these straps go around the hips..." she said, a quiver in her voice.

"Yeah..."he said, increasing his thrusts as she got wetter and wetter.

"And these ball bearings slide up and down the clit, you see." she said.

"Good God woman..." he said with grunt and a huff.

"And this part goes inside, piston going in and out..." she said, gently changing the angle of her sliding to slide his cock deep into her tender, but now extremely wet pussy.

"...and this part?" he said as his grunted, feeling her slide off of his shaft to resume her grinding along the top.

"...and that part goes in the other girl." she said, arching her back and clamping her thighs together to make it look like she had a cock. He was huffing and puffing now.

"I think I'd like to see that." he said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah? You'd like to see that, Doug?" she said, her closed thighs quivering along with her voice. She was getting close. "You'd like to see me get fucked by a diesel engine powered ten inch long chrome cock by Grace Westmore? You'd like that Doug?" she said, closing her eyes and imagining the buxom dame again. "Or you could fuck me while I fucked her. That'd be nice, right Dougie?" she said, her chest heaving as his bulging cock rubbed against her clit faster and faster.

He grunted, barely able to get a "...yup." out.

"You could modify a fuel injector and have it pump your cum from a resevoir into her as you pump it into me..." she said, her voice trailing off as she leaned back, her entire body swiveling and adding pressure to his pulsing manhood.

"Christ!" he exclaimed as his cock erupted like a volcano, shooting cum high into the air before hanging there for a moment, and falling back down on Bridget's shivering thighs and tight abdomen. She leaned forward, jerking it hard and taking it on her perky, ivory breasts and into and around her parted, ruby lips.

"Good lord, doll!" he said as she rubbed the cum on her breasts into her sweaty skin. "Where'd you learn that?" he said as she stood up, happy with her work and fairly sure he wasn't going to ask for payment. She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Something my mother showed me." she said, remembering her second "birds and the bees" talk when she was old enough to hear it. She remembered her mother riding a man like that at a diner they had stopped at on the way to the ship that would carry Bridget over the sea. Bridget was embarrassed for her at first, but the image of her mother's long, fiery red hair and lithe body writhing on the man while she smiled sweetly at him always stuck in her memory. Sex Ed was a bit more prudish in Catholic Ireland and had to be taught at home rather than in senior year of high school like the States. Her mother told her on her 18th birthday that life was too short not to enjoy it, and demonstrated some techniques on a rather enthusiastic delivery driver.

She hadn't realized how much she'd taken that to heart. She stared at her design, cum running down her fishnet covered thighs and coating her tenderness; and she smiled. Her mother would be proud.