As I looked down between my tied back legs at the homemade fucking machine, I knew I’d never want to leave either. Paul walked down to the other end... of the table to make a few minor adjustments and then laid the control box up on the table turning up the speed just slightly. While I was getting my ass well fucked by a dildo on the end of a steel rod, Paul started asking me a few questions about size, speed and depth. I told him the speed and depth were perfect but if he had a slightly fatter. At first, like everyone, I thought it was a phase that most women go through. Looking back at it, I thought wrongly. It all went back to my first bisexual experience. It was November 2004 and I was being ready to be sworn into the United States Army. It was the night before I had to go to the MEPS station (Military Enlistment Processing Station). There were a group of people just like me standing around, they were entering the military as well, but some of them were enlisting in the Marine. “What do you have in mind, baby?”“I want to fuck you in it,” I blurted out. As we kissed again, I rubbed her pussy lips through her bottoms. She opened her legs wider at my touch, then with a quick turn, she was in my lap, straddling my cock.As our tongues seemingly melted together, Mallory rocked her bottoms over my cock, writhing up and down. I cupped her breasts, my thumbs pushing on her nipples as we devoured each other. After one more downward thrust over my hard dick, she pushed up and. She didn’t care how he was going to fuck her. She just wanted him to take her, fuck her. Or make love, if he wanted to.She felt herself being lifted, her lingerie encased pussy scuffing against the hardness in his pants.As her legs wrapped around his waist, she mumbled against his lips, “upstairs… bedroom… please… need you… inside me.”In the stairwell, she leaned back and started pulling his shirt over his head. She pulled it off and dropped it on the stairs."Put me down…” she breathed and as.