The convention was over, and Sharon was flying home. She looked out the window of the plane but didn't see anything. She was lost in thought, wondering why she felt so empty. She'd had some incredible adventures, some fantastic sex – so why wasn't she satisfied? She'd finally taken care of all her stored-up lust, yet she still felt something was missing from her life. Sex alone just wasn't enough.
It didn't take her long to figure out that what she missed was her fiancee, Bob Grant. She missed his affection, the fact that he cared about her, that she wasn't just a body to him. With all those other men, it had been strictly sex, and though the sex had been wonderful, it wouldn't satisfy her loneliness. She desperately needed the love Bob had offered her – but she'd lost it. Maybe she should have been more understanding about that other girl, maybe she shouldn't have walked out on him in anger.
But it was too late now. Sharon felt like crying as the plane landed and she gathered up her hand luggage. Then as she walked into the small-town air terminal, she was astonished to see Bob waving at her and grinning. And clinging to his arm was that strange girl she'd seen him with before. Stunned, not knowing what to do, Sharon just stood there as they hurried over to her.
"Honey, I'm so glad you're back," Bob exclaimed. "You didn't give me a chance to explain. This is my sister, Lynn."
"Oh, my God," Sharon gasped, clapping a hand to her mouth. She blushed beet-red. "I feel like an idiot!"
"It was an understandable mistake," Lynn smiled. "But you ought to know that Bob's been frantic. He was afraid you'd never speak to him again."
Bob and Sharon fell into each other's arms, and Lynn watched with an approving smile. It turned out she was on her way home after her visit with her brother, and Sharon and Bob escorted her to her plane and saw her, off.
Then they picked up Bob's car and drove the short distance into town. Sharon cuddled close to her fiancee and rested her hand on his knee, not wanting to be parted from him ever again. As he drove up in front of her house, she looked up at him pleadingly.
"I've been such a fool, Bob," she said. "Please let me make it up to you?"
"Just what did you have in mind?" he grinned.
"I think you can guess," Sharon purred.
They hurried into the house, and Sharon locked the door and drew the drapes. To hell with what her nosy small-town neighbors might think. She and Bob flew into each other's arms, kissing hotly and using their tongues, pawing each other, rubbing crotches. It was a blatantly sexual reunion, but it was more than that. It was a way of saying that they couldn't do without each other and never wanted to be apart again. Sharon quickly forgot all the other men she'd fucked in the last few days. Bob was the only one who mattered, to her.
They finally came up for air and started stripping off their clothes, too frantically horny for each other to make the short trip to the bedroom. The living room rug would just have to do. Sharon was creaming right through her panties as she tore off her clothes, and Bob had a massive hard-on, his wrist-thick eight incher hugging his belly and drooling thick streams of juice. Naked, they slumped to the floor and Sharon dived for her fiancee's cock, cramming it into her mouth and caving in her cheeks with the first greedy suck.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus," Bob moaned.
The sight was enough to make him forget all about their recent misunderstanding. Sharon knelt beside him, her big ripe tits grazing his body, her lips hugely stretched as she crammed his lust-swollen prick into her mouth. She took as much as she could without choking, and she fisted and pumped the rest. Her mouth was hot as fire around his cock, her sucked-in cheek linings juicy and velvety. She began to suck as if she hadn't eaten in a week, hungrily suctioning his salty cream out of his piss hole. Bob felt hot streaks of pleasure tearing through his prick and balls.
"Baby, that's great," he moaned, "but I wanta play with your pussy while you're blowing me. Scoot around here."
He was on his back, and it was easy for Sharon to maneuver herself into the sixty-nine position without letting his cock slip from her hungrily sucking mouth. She threw a leg over him and presented him with her luscious-looking red pussy and its fringe of fine reddish brown curls. Bob grasped her pretty little ass and drew her into tonguing range, drooling at the sight of all that juicy pink flesh. He stabbed at her pussy with the stiff tip of his tongue and felt her shiver with excitement.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmnmmmm," she moaned.
Bob began lashing his greedy tongue all over her sizzling, tangy-tasting pussy, and hungrily gobbling up her thick cream. Sharon experienced hot stabs of pleasure, and her aroused cunt gushed more musky juice for him to eat. She sucked ravenously on his big hard cock, drawing the salty cream from his piss hole and gobbling it down as fast as she could get it. The room echoed with the obscene wet sounds of their tonguing and sucking.
Sharon wanted to kiss and lick and taste and suck every inch of her fiancee's exciting male body, but unfortunately she could only do one area at a time. She sucked strongly on his prick, sheathing it in the hot wet folds of her cheeks and tongue, and she gave muffled moans and whimpers of pleasure as he tongue whipped her hotly aroused pussy. Then suddenly he crammed his whole thick tongue up her cunt, and she almost flew off the rug, the pleasure was so sudden and violent.
"Uuuummmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
Bob began tongue-fucking her hard and hungrily, stretching his big slippery tongue almost to her womb. Sharon was insanely excited as she felt his tongue probing deep and tickling every inch of her greedily gripping cuntal tube. She drooled all over his big throbbing cock and sucked even harder for his juice. It wasn't long before she was hovering on the very brink of climax, his tongue giving her long delicious stabs of pleasure as it pistoned deep in her seething twat.
Two, maybe three more thrusts of his tongue, and she was coming like a bomb. She threw her head back, his wet cock snapping from her lips, and she screamed.
"Ahhhhhhh, Bob, honey, I'm coming!" she shouted. "Ohhhhhh, shit, am I coming!"
She crouched there wailing and convulsing as Bob hungrily tongue-fucked her through that body-wracking orgasm. He gobbled up her molten come-cream as it spurted from her cunt, then reamed her spasming pussy for more. Sharon climaxed for almost a full minute, then panted and whimpered with the delicious after-shocks. Only when she went totally still and sighed with satisfaction did Bob draw his cream-soaked tongue from her pussy.
"Mmmmmmm, baby, that was fantastic," she sighed. "Now let me suck you off."
"Uh-uh," Bob leered. "There's only one place I wanta cream my cock, and that's in your hot little cunt!"
He slid out from under her and knelt behind her, caressing her shapely little ass. She shivered lustily as he petted her, then whimpered with excitement when he wedged the engorged purple head of his cock into the tight-muscled mouth of her cunt. His swollen prick pushed her pussy lips wide apart. She creamed heavily, helplessly, all over the head of his cock, then moaned eagerly as he plowed his stiff meat into her.
"Oooooooo, yes, give it to me, Bob, stick your big hard cock in meeeee," she squealed.
He shoved it all the way into her, butting her womb and reaming every inch of her greedily gripping cunt, and then he started fucking into her in quick hard strokes that made her squeal with excitement. Each lusty thrust of his rock-hard prick tugged at her pussy lips and gave her a delicious rush of sensation that made her cream like crazy. Soon his posting cock was dripping with her juice.
"Good for you, baby?" he growled.
"Unnnhhhhh, Bob, I love it," she whimpered, "I want you to fuck me forever."
"Just what I had in mind," he leered.
Bob had been around, and he'd fucked dozens of girls but none of them had been more fun to fuck than his beautiful fiancee. And that wasn't just because Sharon was a lovely girl with a fantastic body. It was also because she responded. She loved his fucking, and she didn't try to hide it. There was no false modesty about this girl and certainly no frigidity. Her cunt was searing hot, greedily clinging, and slippery with her sizzling juices. She adored his cock, and she let him know it.
"Unnnnhhhh, baby, I love how you're fucking me," she moaned, "I just love it."
"I love your hot little pussy," Bob leered.
He also very much liked the nice view he had. He could watch her lusty reactions to his fucking – the way she clawed the bed, the way she writhed with pleasure, and the way her big tits swung back and forth with the impact of his hammering cock in her juice-filled cunt. Even more exciting, he could watch his cock slamming in and out between her swollen pink cunt lips, reaming put her cream. Each time he rammed into her, she gave a hoarse moan of delight.
"Ooooooooo, yessssss, Bob, it's so fucking good," she whimpered. "I love your big old cock, baby, I love it."
Bob had never heard her talk like that before. One of the things that had first turned him on about her was the challenge. She'd seemed so prim and remote, so hard to get to. But he liked the change even more. He liked breaking through her resistance and turning her into a hot-cunted howling slut. He watched his thick cock forcing her hot cream and making it flood down her legs. He knew his cock was driving her out of her mind with pleasure, and that made him crazy with lust, too.
"Take it, baby, take my cock," he growled.
"Oooooo, yeah, give it to me," Sharon squealed, "fuck me as hard as you can, baby."
Bob accepted the invitation and fucked into her like a pile-driver, his belly smacking hard and loud against her raised ass. He feared he might hurt her, but he needn't have worried. The harder he pounded his cock into her, the more excited she got, and the more heavily she creamed, soaking his prick with the molten liquid. She dug her nails harder into the bedspread and whimpered steadily as his jackhammering prick drove her over the edge and into another violent orgasm.
"Oooooooo, Bob, ooooooo, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Ahhhhhhh, Christ," he groaned.
It was a miracle he didn't come. Sharon's spasming cunt was sucking and tugging at his cock as if trying to suction the jizz right out of his balls. Her pussy was flaming hot, and it went into a delicious squeezing action that almost got him off. But Bob wasn't ready to come yet. This was their reunion after all, and he wanted it to be a session they'd never forget. Besides, he'd gotten pretty damned horny during the week without his fiancee. He just barely managed to keep from shooting his load as she squealed and rocked and creamed her way through that body blasting climax.
"Unnnhhhhh, Bob, I'm coming so good," she moaned.
As he rode out her climax and tried to ignore the fantastic squeezing action of her cunt, he noticed the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole. It was opening and closing to the rhythm of her spasms, keeping time with her climax, as if it, too, were involved in those convulsions of pleasure. And maybe it was. Maybe her ass was just as responsive and lusty as her cunt. Suddenly Bob knew he wouldn't rest till he found out. He had to get his cock into that tiny hot hole and see what it was, like and he had a hunch that Sharon wouldn't… raise a lot of objections.
While she was still shivering with the delicious after-shocks of her climax, he slipped his juice-soaked cock put of her cunt and trailed it backward over her swollen pussy till the hard head was touching the puckered opening of her asshole. He tubbed the juicy knob of flesh around over the tiny mouth, and Sharon whimpered and wriggled her ass a little, letting him know that she liked his idea so far. Panting with lust, nostrils flaring, he set the head of his prick against her asshole and began pushing gently but steadily. Incredibly, the tiny opening expanded and admitted him.
"Yesssssss," Sharon hissed, "yesssss."
She felt indescribable excitement as her handsome fiancee worked his wrist-thick prick up her ass. The fit was so tight that it took a long time, but the farther in he got, the more insanely aroused she felt. Her asshole was very sensitive, and she could feel his prick throbbing against every inch of that tight hot passage. It was several minutes before she finally felt his coarse-haired balls come to rest against her pussy. The entire length of his cock was pulsating inside her steaming ass.
"Ooooooo, Bob, it's driving me crazy," she whimpered.
"You and me both," he chuckled. "Now hang on, baby, cause I'm gonna fuck your little ass good."
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, do it to me," Sharon cried, almost sobbing with lust. "Fuck my ass!"
As always, his technique was just right. He began slowly and sensuously, gliding his long, throbbing cock to the depths of her asshole and just as slowly pulling back. Her ass relaxed and expanded as her arousal mounted. In a few minutes she was writhing and pumping her ass, signaling her need for more action. Bob responded with a snort of lust and began fucking harder, faster, into her deliciously snug and steamy ass. He worked up her need and her excitement till he was ass-fucking her hard, making her body quiver with the impact.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah, give it to me," Sharon moaned, "fuck my ass good, honey. Fuck me hard."
"Jesus, it's tight," Bob groaned, "so fuckin' tight and hot!"
Somehow he'd managed to hold out up to now, but he couldn't last another second. Her ass was so incredibly tight and squeezing, so hot and throbbing, that his balls exploded with their thick load and he shot his jizz into her bowels. He went out of control, fucking into her like a maniac, his belly smacking her ass.
"Ahhhhhhhh, shit, fuck, aaaggghhhhh!" he bellowed, his hips jerking with lightning speed.
"Cream me, Bob, give it to me!" Sharon gasped. "Ohhhhhhhh, baby, you're making me come!"
She gurgled and moaned with ecstasy as her fiancee shot load after load of sizzling come up her ass. She realized that she'd never need another man as long as she had Bob, because Bob could do everything for her. Her little escapade in Los Angeles had been fun, and she wouldn't have missed it for the world, but now her partying days were over – and she wasn't going to miss them at all.