Veronica had a party to go to. After all, that was in the script, the course of events with her friend John, the turnface before the turn of face, another move of prince charming before he got around to detail his marital status and the resulting connubial confiscation.
This party would not be difficult to remember: it wasn't that long ago, but something about the atmosphere cemented the whole thing in her mind. A few twists and turns and the vibrator and she'd be in the middle of it once again, making time, getting soused or stoned (the customer chooses), and generally reaping havoc on an otherwise affluent and sturdy beach house.
It wasn't her first orgy but it was her first first-class orgy. What actually happened was most unfortunate in that, Vern had got cold-feet and didn't participate. Okay, she's been new on the coast, and it all was a bit much for her to take in one big slice, especially when doled out by as aggressive a stud as John. But now was her chance to rewrite the script, to fantasize and make it happen all over again, but this time really happen, not just booze and talk.
She began to create the story, half fact but more fiction, beginning her thought in the tub, drenched in bubbles and warm water which softened her skin a gave a pink glow to her cheeks and tits. Vern took the soap and stuck it into her cunt, first halfway and then all the way in, until she began to moan and get into the mood.
She saw herself enter aggressively and be confronted by a room full of hot studs and maidens. John's eyes almost popped out of his head. Veronica pictured at least ten guys and dolls, half of them topless, the other have sporting alluring brassieres and bikini underwear. It didn't take long to get things started. Like the Red Sea, or a communal meeting house, the party divided in half, and Veronica chose her group, disappointed but going along with her plan.
There was something new in all of this: girls. Veronica had thought about if before. She read widely. She was aware of certain literary circles in which lesbianism was accepted, or for that matter knew of its implications in the feminist movement. She'd probably been approached for that matter, sure Rose Knollwood in the office, with her heaving bosom, who always stood just a little too close and was always asking Ron up to her room for a drink. But somehow this wouldn't be quite so kinky. The presence of men made it a-okay.
One of the men left, and eventually a foursome was left in the bedroom, two mammoth women, and two extremely well-hung men. The studs had the women lay back on their back, then each concentrated on one and stripped to taste, which is to say nakedness. Vern couldn't help in her imagination, as she sat there steaming in her tub, comparing her own assets with the other broad. One thing was certain: they were both stacked, stacked as hell. It was hard to tell who was larger, but Vern had an idea she was a bit firmer, possessing better muscular support (and she knew guys really went for that).
Suddenly, Vern decided to orchestrate the scene by accelerating the pace. The two studs got on the bed, lowering their shorts: both were large, almost gigantic. What had really happened was that Vern joined a couple of women who had cold feet and never got to see these cocks, although she could have bit her tongue for being such a prude later that night. Now, she'd make up for past frustration.
Ron imagined some positions. Sam – the tall, blond guy – decided to help her and Cecile get acquainted so he pushed their bodies first on the side and then together. It was the first time Ron even thought of such a situation, and she imagined it to be nothing less than fantastic, the feel of woman tit pushing against her own, the hard nipples digging into her own cherries, and the fantastic, smooth legs entwining around her own. "Oh, yes, yes," she said out loud, "push those things into me."
"Why not give her a little body rub," Sam suggested.
Ron was rising out of the tub and already drying herself with a terrycloth as she imagined what it would be like to give a job to a broad like Cecile. I know, she thought, I'd start on her back and then make my way around the front, first kneading her around the back of the shoulders and then pressing into the flesh of her back. I'd move down, all the way down, to the beginning of her ass and then I'd shamelessly rub her buns. Then I'd start at her ankles, moving my way up to the calf, the inside of her thigh, and I'd stop just below her cunt to make her ache for it. I'd keep rubbing, stopping at the sides of her breasts and making her ache for it.
Ron decided to make the scene happen in her trusty imagination.
"Turn over," she said to Cecile. Cecile graciously obliged, exposing her two huge, titan tits, which seemed to be the very center of her entire body. Ron could hardly hold herself back, but she knew that half the fun was the tease. Her tactile titillation grew to a new plane of excitement as she worked her way down from Cecile's shoulders and pounced on her tits. The glorious splendor, the sumptuous epicureanism, the boundless hedonism was almost too much for Ron to take, but her mind's eye was not about to mitigate a full frontal attack, an attack on tit, on nipple, and finally, juicy, throbbing cunt.
"Feel them, feel them all over," Cecile begged. A tall woman – generously stacked and big-boned – she seemed to dominate the entire area over which she lay. Ron imagined her to be even more impressive than herself, more of a temptation to their masculine audience, a duet of spectators holding themselves back with decreasing success. Ron felt the erect left nipple, then bent down until she was able to touch the teat with the tip of her tongue, a delicate, tingly sensation, a nerve impulse beginning at the point of inception, traveling up the spine, and ending up in the pleasure center deep within convolutions of gray matter. As Marv and Sam resorted to tooth grinding, fist clenching, hyperventilation and other tricks of the celibacy trade, so Vern continued motions created for the sole purpose of tricking up the tricks – and our young lady was quite successful, you may believe that. "Suck them, suck them!" Vern's newly found friend began, "I want you to ravish me, ravish my knockers!" Quick to oblige, Vern dug her teeth right into the womanly flesh. "Oooh," Cecile moaned out in pain-pleasure. "More, more!" Vern positioned herself on the side with efficacy until her arm reached entirely underneath Cecile until her fingers coyly emerged around her side and made their way up the side of the woman's tits. Then Vern looked down, and much to her pleasant surprise, was rewarded with an eyeful of pussy.
She looked inside Cecile with wonder and lust: wonder-lust. The hair on her vulva formed a neat triangle, formally truncated at the tip of the slit, making the crack all the more clean, all the more tempting. Veronica wanted to enter the lass with her tongue, or with her fingers, or with her hand, or with anything attached to her own body and able to send sensations into her skull. Veronica moved her hand lower at this point, right down under her friend's buns. The trick, of course, was to inconspicuously negotiate a full frontal assault into that slit and get a portion of a shiny lubrication which was all but too visible.
"Go inside the bitch," Marv blurted, no longer able to contain his aggressive proclivities, "Feel that woman's buns and finger her. Finger fuck her!"
"That's right," Sam followed. In an echo of Marv, he added, "Get inside of the coquette, all the way." He fell back against the wall, then slid down until he landed on his buns, his pants betraying a give-away bulge.
Or at least that's the way Veronica composed it in her mind's eye.
As Vern moved her hand under Cecile's buns, as Vern continued to squeeze the woman's tits, so the men's temperature continued to rise. Marv moved forward. Sam held him back. "Hey," he whispered, "you know the more we wait, the hotter we get. That's the entire secret."
"Yeah, but enough's enough." His comment was punctuated by groans from Cecile, and encouragement from Veronica.
"Hang in there good buddy. Stay with it. I won't steer you wrong." The truth of the matter was that Sam was every bit as hot as his friend Marv, but Sam was more a master, more a sensual expert. Sam knew how to hold back his goodies, and for that matter had a reputation in certain circles for his magnificent, almost uncanny ability to hold back. Now, we're not talking about coitus interruptus, or other such artificialities. We're talking brass tacks in and out retention.
Veronica finally moved down to Cecile's lower portions, first licking the woman's belly, then approaching her pubic hairs. Kneading the flesh in her hand, abandoning the woman's great knockers in favor of the treasures below, Vern began to lick the curly hairs. They tasted salty and sweaty but at the same time strangely sensual – as if composed of some secret sex recipe. Veronica licked the hairs, first gently, then passionately; pushed her hands around the woman's hips, pressing the skin inward, kneading it until it turned a faint shade of pink; moved her face lower still, until she was just about at Cecile's slit and finally – after pausing to listen to the woman's groans of pleasure – decided to get down to the really heavy stuff.
"Do it to her Vern, all the way!" one of the men urged.
At that point, Vern stood, acutely aware of the weight of her own bosom which stood firmly in front of her chest (a fantastic sign of her sensual powers). She shook her breasts proudly until they jiggled like Jello. This especially got to Cecile who spread her legs even wider in order to accommodate any eventuality.
She looked down at the woman below, a fantastic example of feminine desirability. Cecile lay on the floor now, propping herself up by her hands ever so slightly. Her buns pressing against the white rug, her hands digging into it, she allowed her legs to part just enough to expose the full glory of her pussy. She knew she would get hers soon. And she did.
Vern delivered the goods just as she promised them, vivid, sensual, filled with delights. She lowered her head for the assault, first grabbing on two knees (one for each hand) then pressing upward toward her destination. As her lips approached the honeybox, she was aware of greater olfactory stimulation, a heavenly mixture of sour, sweet and goo.
Vern imagined how she lowered her head right in to the pussy, her own hair mixing with the woman's pubics, her lips finally touching upon Cecile's pulsing pussy. The imbroglio of her desires were now out in the open and acceptable – to herself, to her broad, to her men, to all. Stroking the inside of Cecile's thighs, Vern moved up with her tongue and lips until she tasted woman juice. "Oh, yes," she heard – encouragement accrued from all mouths in the room.
Vern dug all the way in and could see the vaginal walls clearly. She could smell the fragrances, and feel the slimy texture of wet, hot womanhood. She could sense Cecile's ultimate pleasure as her temperature was heightened to stratospheric pro portions. Embroiled in rising passion, the two women were aware at any second their homo action could be made hetero action an exciting prospect, a prospect they wished to facilitate.
Within seconds of Vern's daring tactile penetration, Marv could no longer hold himself back. Cecile saw his presence; Vern felt his presence: a huge cock brushed against her lower back. She could feel the throbbing heat of his member stroke against her and then she had to cry out at the fantastic sensation of his warm palms cupping her huge, distended breasts. He squeezed her melons fervidly, passionately, until she wanted nothing but his big, manly cock all the way inside of her. She wanted him to fuck her, fuck her as she fucked Cecile. "Do it to me, fuck me with that cock of yours… it feels so good!" – she knew this could only encourage the man. Within seconds, she felt his cock move down toward her torrid sections.
Picture this, if you will. Veronica stoops on her knees, her ass up in the air, her head pushing down towards Cecile's cunt, her arms pressing against the woman's thighs. Cecile is groaning and her mouth is open. Veronica's mouth is likewise open, yet her tongue pushes out and strokes the woman's most delicate parts: her labia, her clit, the top of her vulva. Concurrently, our friend Marv has managed to push his stem between Vern's buns, his long member sticking forward, then resting against the crevice of her anality. Sam watches this but is unable to hold himself back for long and is moved to the scene, yet is momentarily stuck on which way to turn. After all, what a sight is there to behold: a broad, another broad, a man atop the two, straddling two worlds but conquering both. Yet, being resourceful, he decides upon the unconventional yet effective approach over the top of Cecile's head (remember it is slightly elevated due to support from her palms) until he is able to straddle her. He allows each of his feet to lie on each of the sides, then sits until he feels heavenly tit-flesh under his buns. Sensitive to his relatively massive weight, he lowers himself only enough to feel the full sensation of hot, erect nipple. His hands – in the meantime – begin to explore the convolutions of Vern's tits.
If you can picture this, you have an idea of the scene created in the mind of Veronica that Friday evening.
Veronica knew she was onto something big. Momentary respite created as she looked down at her dildo, she observed how it shined with her own lubrication. Vern stuck it inside her cunt yet another time and basked in pure sensation, divorced from fantasy. It was sheer delight, a magnificent sex high. Vern looked at her reflection as she stooped. She could see her tendons tighten, her pectorals strain and her thighs bulge outward as she at tempted to negotiate the widest possible split while stooping. She tickled her outside area with the tip of the electric cock, then began to penetrate. She could see a circle of flesh materialize around the dildo as she moved it inward. First it looked like a rim, then a crimson circle around the white cock, a full form of white heat. "Ooh," she moaned out in pleasure. But she had to get back to her little party – a party based on a real happening, but made fifty times more enjoyable in her imagination.
Marv and Sam were both flying in full form. Splitting occurred, as Marv grabbed hold of Vern's shoulder and turned her about, rolling onto the floor. It was just the two of them for a while. "I'm going to fuck you until it hurts," he said. He grabbed her tits, then blurted, "They're so big, so fucking big." Complimented, Vern offered her tits in present form, holding them upward to the man so that he could sample them in full glory. He kissed the top, where her massive cleavage began; then he moved lower, rapidly approaching the torrid zone of nipple; finally, he settled upon the cherries, licking them, sucking them, pinching them between his front teeth, then pushing them into his face until it looked like he might suffocate. "No danger of me choking in this bounty," he reassured her. Not that she was afraid for his safety, but it was nice to hear he was still kicking under all that flesh.
Meanwhile, Sam was giving the business with his match: he was feeling oral on this particular occasion, so he initiated some fantastic mouth action. His broad locked him between her legs, squeezing him around the middle until he almost begged her to stop, but decided against it. Sam started Frenching with her, opening her lips with his tongue, penetrating inside her mouth, merging his spittle with her own. As he cupped her huge tits in his hands, he began to inhale so deeply that he could observe her cheeks become concave from the pressure of his wind. Then he moved downward to her chest and took one nipple between his lips, then the other, then back to the first one. "Blow me," he said finally, "blow me right now Cecile." Cecile'd been thinking that very thing, so she positioned her body in advantageous posture, preparing her lips by moistening them with her tongue.
"You sure you know what you're getting into."
"Oh, I think I can handle your hot lips."
"Hot lips yes, but there's more with it." She liked acting mysterious like that.
Cecile suddenly took the tip of his cock between her lips – just the tip.
"Ooh, ah, yes, yes!"
Sam's groan was so intense, Marv couldn't help but notice. "Hey, what do you two have going up there?"
"This lady's dynamite," he responded.
"Well, just you be sure to leave a little for me."
"Come now, two friends never let a great pair of lips mess things up."
"Cryptic, aren't we."
"You know what I mean." But Sam was already getting too hot to keep talking. He looked down and saw that the broad was now taking more of him in side her lips, until she suddenly had him almost entirely within. "Baby, that's it, that's the way." Sam actually managed to reach a bottle of booze which was within arm reach. His senses were bombarded as he took a long swig of whiskey. Veronica liked that, liked that little touch she'd added to her little masturbatory creation of a party. Why not, for what is to stop a guy from guzzling anything at all – or doing anything at all – while some broad went down on him?
Sam began groaning so loudly that the other couple interrupted their own action to witness. Veronica could hardly believe how the broad took so much cock into her. She looked with delight as she relinquished her hold on the wet, hot cock – she could see the throbbing vein on the underside, the crimson tip, and the opening on top which dilated and became smaller, almost as if it were breathing. Then, she miraculously took it back in, little by little, farther in, amazingly deep. When it seemed as if it wasn't possible for any more of the member to disappear, it slid deeper still – inch by arduous inch, half-inch by half, quarter by quarter.
"Oh baby, oh baby," he groaned out.
"Suck 'im, suck 'im!" Marv ejaculated.
That's when Cecile began to apply the pressure. She apparently did this by inhaling through a corner of her mouth, then closing it air-tight which aided her sucking. Sucking created suction, and suction drove the man crazing until he was begging for mercy: it was almost too much for the man to take. Veronica was fascinated by the member, the way it moved in and out of Cecile's mouth. She wanted to get in on that kind of action: suck action. She wanted to feel that throbbing vein, to lick the sweaty underside of his balls, to move her fingers up the entire length of the shaft until she could almost sense the sperm moving up his inner tubes.
Veronica imagined that she might as well learn from such a show and give her own guy some of that kind of stuff. She had Marv (whose eyes were already popping at the thought of getting similar treatment) lie on his back. Then she placed a pillow under his buns. "Here," she said, "just lay that under your manhood." It now appeared that the center of his very being was his genitals – his cock sticking proudly up like a flag pole, his balls hanging swollen and limpid – genitals which were ripe and ready to be manipulated and woman handled. Veronica didn't know where to begin and just hesitated for a second in awe. She didn't know why, but she was tempted to pull on his cock and almost lift him up as if it were some kind of handle, or better yet a leash. But enough of this, she thought: no time for nonsense, just heavy action. Vern knelt over the man and started to rub the skin around his pole. First she ascribed long circles with wide arches all around the top part of his cock where pubic hairs matted above and waited for brushing; then she moved to the opposite side under his thighs where his balls brushed and created slightly pink marks. "You're going to love this," she said, "I know you're going to love this." For a split second she thought of John – but there was no way that he could be having half-way as good a time as she was in the other room; anyway, she didn't have to let him; it was her fantasy.
Veronica began to lower herself in for the kill, like a great female animal ready to pounce. She was stanching out, all right, strutting forward and positioning her tits to add to the excitement. "Suck it, suck it," he almost begged.
Veronica looked down on her object – a hairy bobo if there ever was one. She grabbed on the base of his cock and could immediately feel the torrid heat. "Oh, oh, that's very nice, a nice hot cock." He liked that, liked to have her comment on his manhood (and what man wouldn't when confronted with a sort of ideal womanhood ready to go to any lengths to please him) and he nodded in approval. Vern lowered her lips to the very tip, the very apex of his penis. She knew that was the tender spot, and that the way she handled it could mean the difference between merely a good and a positively great lay, the kind that a man uses as a measuring stick for all other lays after it (Oh, that was okay, he might think, but nothing like the way this girl I once had knew how to do it).
Vern touched the tip with her tongue and could almost feel the abrupt beginning of his hole. Then she took her right hand and squeezed the cock very tightly, until it looked as if she was driving the blood into the tip of his penis – which was rapidly turning burning, almost dangerously red.
"Too much. this is fucking too much!" he blurted. Vern knew that was as good as an endorsement, as good as a fucking vote, as good as a unanimous decision, as good as a fucking mandate, to continue and even dare to go beyond this point. Meanwhile, Sam and Cecile were becoming interested, aware that something special was in the works, cognizant that they were witnessing a novel act – and that's the way Veronica wanted it in her imagination. Now that she had the dildo, and the smarts to compose such a scenario, she wanted to go all the way with it. So, she imagined taking that thick, manly stem in her hand, and then in both hands, and pumping it until she had him dangerously close to spurting in her face.
"Easy baby… easy," he pleaded, "I mean, you don't want me to shoot my wad too soon now do you." He looked up with big dilated eyes, drawing in air through his heavy, masculine, hairy nostrils.
"No baby," she countered. "That's not the way I want it." Knowing he was now grateful, as well as lustful, he was hers to play with as she wished. "Think it's time for a little meal," she said. Then Veronica looked at a glistening drop of come which had somehow escaped onto the tip of his cock, just sitting there awaiting some move. Vern thought she'd like to taste it on her tongue. Vern thought she'd like to swallow it. Vern thought she'd like to use it as an appetizer for what would be coming later in bountiful gobs. Sam and Cecile were just sitting there now, taking it all in. Sam was whispering to Cecile something about how quickly Veronica seemed to learn her tricks and then Cecile responded something about how the girl was no youngster just out of Iowa or nothing of the kind. They knew they were dealing with a hot cunt – or that's the way Vern had it in her imagination (the old mind's eye) anyways.
Veronica took the top of his penis in her mouth and instantly tasted the pungent sensation of his jism – or at least the tiny drop of it – right in her mouth. Shit, she thought, if one drop tastes this fantastic, imagine what the whole package is! But Veronica soon became to preoccupied with her task for such pondering. She liked the audience, too. It made her the center of attraction, a new kind of sex queen, to be envied, desired. She knew that Marv wanted her – the way he looked at her breasts, the way he seemed captivated by the way she moved, the way he watched her buns so intensely, all tipped her off that he'd like to get off on her.
After bringing Sam to the point of coming by a fantastic hand job, she decided to bring him the rest of the way via a mouth job. Slowly she took the shaft into her red, hot mouth, careful not to catch his skin in her teeth, delicately bringing it in to maximize pleasure and minimize anything which isn't pleasure. She had become the bursar of pleasure and knew it; the collector of the port of passion.
Sam began to squirm because he was so excited. He looked as if he were prisoner of his own passion, hips thrust up, back arched, his genitals handled by a stacked broad: "Make me shoot," he whispered in her ear. "Come on baby, you've been taking me to the edge, but a man can't hang there forever. Have a little mercy, girl. Do it, do it." Veronica loved this, loved it because something like this had never in reality happened, but now with her almost magical dildo, with vivid imagination and relentless lust, she was making it happen, painting her own erotic pictures.
"You'll get yours, Sam, don't you worry."
"Now baby, now!" He looked her right in the eye, desperate, "Fuck me, fuck me!" – he was almost out of his mind with passion.
"Come on Veronica," Marv added, backing up his buddy, "give the guy a break. Shoot his wad; now's the time."
But Ron was not to be swayed. Even Cecile couldn't help.
"Come on baby do it to him."
"Look, I'm running this little affair, just little old me." She could see that the were all enjoying her little ploy at domination, that it seemed to add an extra erotic layer to the entire orgy.
"Why you little bitch," said Cecile in mock rage. Then she grabbed Veronica by the shoulders and wrestled her to the floor. Nothing could have been more enjoyable to two guys whose cocks had been played with until they were nearly insane and wanted nothing less than to be brought to an even more intense level of passion. The men watched in hot awe as Cecile proceeded to mount a struggling Veronica. They loved Vern's moves as she at tempted to pry the body which had mounted her own loose. They loved to see her push her form out ward until her breasts looked like two mountainous spears which dared Cecile to grab them. Yet Cecile was just as daring and desirous of turning the match into a little more than pure innocent play-acting. With a twist of her neck, she bit Vern just above the nipple, and pushed the woman's breasts painfully together, then more painfully apart. That's when Vern had positively had enough of such nonsense. In an impressive feat of strength Vern turned the tables by ramming her adversary's head against the foot of the bed, then pinning her against the bed post, and finally going straight inside the broad with two fingers. In and out she pushed, because her intention was to make this broad come, make this broad come as sure as she was being defeated. Harder and faster she pushed. "Stop, stop," Cecile begged, but to an avail.
"How does this feel, huh?" – then Veronica pushed her tits into the woman's face.
"Oh, Vern, yes, yes…" She just kept repeating the affirmative.
Veronica had the entire scene orchestrated, the blow jobs, the wrestling match, the fervid pitch, the hot atmosphere, the obscene tone.
But show – as tempting, as erotic, as highly explicit as it may have been – did nothing to help the two studs unload their jism, for as heavy as the scene had been, no one had yet peaked with a big "O" including Veronica. I want to come, one thought; I need it thought another; damn, I wish that broad would go all, all out, thought another. The climax approached rapidly, and the men knew that now that the short wrestling exhibition had terminated, the sperm show would commence: it was just a question of who would be the first.
Vern knew what she wanted: she wanted to have a handle on both of those cocks simultaneously. Vern approached Marv, then Sam. She looked at Cecile and got the a-okay (after all, such a show would be dynamite simply to witness).
Suddenly, Veronica was back in her room, the scene completely disintegrated under the onslaught of her telephone. The piercing ring almost sent her up the wall and she ran to answer it in order to shut it up.
"Yes," she said, clearly annoyed.
"Hi, Vern, listen this is Jim from the office."
"Oh, hello, Jim," she replied without a trace of enthusiasm.
"Listen, I was wondering if you'd enjoy catching a movie and dinner with me tomorrow night – I'm sorry about the late notice but I thought I'd be out of town."
Vern didn't even have to consider: not this week end. Nothing mattered outside of her own private, manufactured sex high.
"No, I'm sorry Jim, but I'm afraid I already have plans."
"Well, just taking a long shot."
After Veronica returned the phone, she realized she had something extraordinary; without any difficulty at all, she returned to her party. Within seconds, she could picture Marv and Sam and Cecile. Deciding she'd disciplined Cecile enough for one party, she motioned for Sam and Marv to approach.
She had them sit on the edge of the bed and positioned herself in the middle. Then, without a hesitation, she began to pump them, giving each equal time. She looked at Sam's face, then Marv; they were flying in the sky, no doubt about that. Each was beginning to flush, and their teeth were starting to show, gritted in positions of aggression. No vag, no wet smack, she was the life of the party. Her rapacious appetite knew no limit, and she wanted more as she felt each shaft get harder. The men began to moan and she could feel them squirm. Cecile was almost a one woman rooting section as she made no qualms about her interest (her very eyes were bulging as she sat on the edge of the large bedroom chair).
"You've got us where you want us baby: go all the way!"
"Do it to them!" Cecile added.
Then it happened. Vern could feel their cocks expand in one final effort, stretching their volume almost beyond the limit in the all-out effort to shoot come.
"Aggh!" moaned out Sam and as if by chain reaction he was followed by Marv. Instantly come shot up and was pointed at Vern.
Cecile had to come over to get at some of that action. She pointed Sam's cock up toward her mouth and managed to get several squirts. Sam watched with delight as she swallowed some, and proudly wore a few drops on the edges of her mouth. Veronica had her fill also, wallowing in the viscous juice.
What really happened that night, was poor Veronica had merely spoken with a few other shy ladies, anxiously awaiting John's return, painfully aware he was getting fantastic action. Vern knew now that her weekend fling would be nothing but her own creation here on in. She'd put John through all the things she dreamed of, but had only had the nerve to do just before he gave her the old hook. No, now a new stage would be set.
Veronica pushed the dildo further inside, then pictured John entering, just in time to see his date covered with wild come.
"Wha…" he exclaimed.
"Come now," Vern answered with impressive presence, "you must have had some idea what was going on. Listen John, I think it's about time that you and I got going, anyway. You know, the night's still young."