They had no sooner parked in the lover's lane in the wooded area by the lake than an unmarked police car drew alongside the cab and stopped. The cop on the passenger's side grinned over at the cab driver.
"Sorry to spoil your fun, Harry," he said. "But the Chief's angry about lovers getting ripped off out here. There've been a lot of stickups lately. No parked cars at all, he says."
"Jesus, Joe," Harry said. "Give us a break, will you? We'll only be here a couple of minutes."
"Tough," the cop said, leering at Sharon in the back seat. "You'll have to make it somewhere else."
Harry turned the cab around and started back the way they had come.
"It looks like it'll have to be my rooming house, after all," he said. "It's not far, though – only a few blocks." He glanced at Sharon in the rear-view mirror. "Christ, am I horny!"
"Can't you make this cab go any faster?" Sharon said. "I just can't wait to get your cock in my mouth, Harry. I can almost taste it, right now."
"Oh, boy!" Harry said. "Hot damn. Honey, I'm going to give you all the cock you can handle, and then some."
"I've never seen that much cock," Sharon said.
"Well, you're just about to," Harry said. "You just wait."
"Well, don't make me wait any longer than I have to," she said. "Hurry."
"You really like to gobble it, huh?"
"I love it."
"Jesus H. Christ! Man, this is my lucky day."
"You know, I'm beginning to think you really are horny."
"You kidding? I haven't blown my nuts all week. And I haven't had my cock in a woman's mouth in damn near a month."
She was beginning to enjoy herself. Harry was likable and amusing, and teasing him this way was pleasant and innocent fun. After all, it wasn't as if she didn't intend to blow him.
"Really?" she said. "A whole week? Why, that's terrible."
"You said it. I've been hurting plenty."
"But I'm glad."
"Huh?"
"That you haven't cum for a week, I mean."
"Why?"
"Because it means you'll have a lot of jism."
"You go for the stuff, do you, baby?"
"I can never get enough of it," she said. "Harry, my friend, I'm going to suck you dry. I'm not going to leave a single drop of cum in your balls."
"Well, you've picked the right boy, if it's jism you want. There must be a half-pint of it in there, at least."
"Wonderful. I wish it were a quart." Harry drew up in front of a big frame house with a screened-in front porch.
"I share a room with a couple of other drivers," he said as he came around the cab to open the door for her. "But don't worry. They're out hustling fares."
It was a large, pleasant room on the first floor, with a bed against one wall and a double-deck bunk against another. All four walls were almost completely covered with magazine pictures of nude and semi-nude girls. There were so many of them that, in places, they overlapped one another.
"Well, here we are," Harry said, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Strip off those clothes, baby."
Sharon smiled. "We don't have to get undressed," she said. "After all, you're just going to fuck me in the mouth, Harry."
"I know," he said, peeling off the shirt and starting to unbuckle his belt. "But I like it better when I'm naked. And I want to see what you've got too, baby. Come on, now, and strip."
She hesitated, then drew her dress over her head. It seemed a waste of time, for something that would probably take less than a minute. But then again, there was always the chance that some of his cum would spurt out of her mouth and soil her dress.
"God almighty," Harry said when she stood before him naked except for her sleek, thigh-high stockings. "Boy, are you beautiful!"
"Do you really think so?" she said, taking a step toward him.
"I never saw such tits and legs in my life. You sure you're for real, baby? You sure I'm not just dreaming?"
She laughed. "If you're, you're going to have an awfully wet dream," she said, looking down at him. "My! What a beautiful prick! Does it taste as good as it looks?"
"Why don't you find out?"
She reached out to take his cock in her hand. The thick shaft was so hard it was throbbing, the pink head swollen and glistening. His balls were drawn up tight to the root, obviously ready to burst with stored-up cum.
"Does that feel good?" she said, milking it gently.
"God, baby," Harry said, his whole body trembling. "Stop that."
"Why?" she said, smiling, stroking his cock a little harder. "Don't you like it?"
"Stop it, I said. You're gonna make me cum, damnit."
"Oh, my goodness!" Sharon said, taking her hand away. "Well, we certainly can't have that, can we? I mean, that would be a terrible waste of jism, wouldn't it?"
"You said it," Harry said, beginning to sweat. "I aim to shoot that first load down your throat, honey."
"Which is exactly where I want it," Sharon said. She took a pillow from a chair, dropped it on the floor in front of him, and sank down on her knees. The scent of musk was strong, and she inhaled deeply as she positioned herself on the pillow.
Harry looked down at her. "Jesus, I can't watch this," he said, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"Why not?" Sharon said.
"I just can't stand it, that's all."
"You mean you're not going to watch me suck you off?"
"No," he said. "Watching somebody as pretty as you suck my cock is more than I could take."
"I never heard of a man not wanting to watch a girl suck him."
"Hell, I want to, all right. It's just that I'd be squirting my nuts before you much more than got started."
"But I like to have men watch me," she said teasingly. "Being watched is half the fun. Please, Harry watch me suck you."
He moaned. "Jesus. Stop torturing me."
"Besides," she said, "I'm not really going to suck you."
His eyes flew open. "What?"
"Did you forget? I'm not going to suck you. You're going to fuck me in the mouth. That's a big difference."
"You mean fuck your mouth like it was a cunt?"
"Sure. What'd you think I meant?"
"Well, I'm not going to watch it. You just put that thing in there, that's all." He shut his eyes again.
"Haven't you ever fucked a girl's mouth before?" she asked tauntingly. "Not even once, Harry?"
"No."
"I didn't think so. If you had, you'd know you can't do it right unless you watch what you're doing. Fucking a girl's mouth takes a little practice, Harry. That is, if you really want me to enjoy it, it does. You have to do it just so."
"Don't worry about me, baby. I'll fuck it as good as any other guy."
Suddenly it occurred to her that she was no longer teasing him. Somehow, with the big wet knob of Harry's cock only inches from her lips, and the musky smell of his balls beginning to make her mouth water, the idea of having her mouth fucked had become very appealing. But still, she couldn't resist a final bit of teasing.
"Are you going to fuck it good and hard, Harry?" she said, putting her lips so close to his glans that he was sure to feel her hot breath on it. "Are you, Harry? Are you going to fuck it a long time? I mean, just fuck it and fuck it and fuck it?"
"Ah, God," Harry said, shutting his eyes more tightly than ever. "Ah, God, baby…"
A clear fluid had been seeping from the eye of his glans, laving it, dripping in thin strings from the bottom ridge of the corona, inching back in a glistening track along the groove in the underside of his shaft, sparkling in the hair on his tight, swollen balls.
Sharon reached back to cup the hard, sticky balls with one hand, while with the other she grasped the pulsating shaft and raised the glans slightly until it was on a level with her lips.
"May I have a taste?" she said.
"A taste?" Harry said. "Holy Christ!"
"Just a little one? Please, Harry. Just a teensy taste?"
"You're trying to drive me crazy, is what. Will you, for God's sake, quit femaling around?"
She leaned forward and planted a big slurpy kiss on his cockhead, flicking her tongue against it, then pointing her tongue and probing at the eye with it. At the same time, she ran her hand back and forth along the velvety skin on the iron-hard shaft, and with her other hand squeezed and kneaded his egg-size balls, rolling the cum-filled objects around and around in their taut, moist bag.
She'd meant only to kiss the head, but the feel of the hot, slippery meat against her lips and tongue was so good that she pushed her lips back past the corona and worried the hard ridge for a moment with her teeth. The taste of the thin fluid welling from the eye of Harry's cock was fabulous, Sharon reflected as she swallowed a little of it and eagerly waited for more.
She was enjoying this, she really was. She'd thought that Carl Martin – the ex-con she'd fucked and sucked in her parole officer's bedroom – had had a wonderful taste, but Harry tasted even better. And, unlike Carl, Harry had a normal-sized cock – one a girl could get in her mouth without dislocating her jaw. In fact, Harry's cock seemed to have been tailor-made for her mouth, and almost without realizing it, she let two more inches slide between her lips, thrilling to the feel of the throbbing glans sandwiched between the roof of her mouth and her tongue.
I'll just suck it a little bit, she told herself as she began to move her head forward and back. The second I think he's ready to cum, I'll stop. And then I'll let him fuck my mouth.
"I'm warning you," Harry said, his voice almost a whimper. "I can't stand that. I thought you wanted me to… oh God! I'm going to… to… ohhhhhhh!"
The surge of hot cum splashing into Sharon's throat was so unexpected that she gagged in spite of herself. There was so much of it, and it was coming so fast, that she had all she could do to swallow most of it without letting Harry's prick slide out of her mouth. And even so, the thing she had feared might happen, did, and she felt cum seeping out around Harry's cock and splashing down onto her bare breasts and belly.
But before she could even begin to bemoan the loss of so much precious jism – jism she would much rather have had splash into her throat instead – she was almost strangled by a second discharge, even more unexpected than the first. She had been swallowing constantly, but there was a limit to the amount her mouth could hold, and once again she was dismayed to feel Harry's cum spurting out the sides of her mouth and onto her body.
She was just beginning to wonder whether she'd ever be able to catch her breath again, when suddenly Harry's cock stopped spouting. And now, with a long, stricken cry, he sank to his knees, swayed for a moment, and then toppled over to one side.
Sharon, still with his prick in her mouth, still swallowing his cum, followed him down, grasping him around the ass with both arms to keep his prick from being dislodged. And not until she was certain that there wasn't another drop of jism left in his balls did she finally let his cock slide out of her mouth.
Harry raised up on an elbow. "My God," he said, looking at her with wonder. "Oh, my God. I thought I was going to die." He was breathing rapidly, his big, powerful body streaming with sweat.
Sharon smiled at him, and licked the cum from her lips. "Ummm," she said. "Delicious." She scraped some of the cum from a breast with the side of her finger, then licked her finger clean. "I just don't know when I've tasted such wonderful jism," she said. "Are you ready?"
Harry sat up. "Huh?" he said. "Ready for what?"
"To fuck my mouth."
His eyes widened incredulously. "Are you kidding?"
"Of course, not."
"You're got to be." He shook his head. "After the way I blew my nuts just now? My God, woman, I'm only human, after all."
She pushed her lower lip out in a pout, eyes chiding him gently. "I'm ashamed of you," she said with mock severity. "A big, strong man like you. Surely you're not going to deny a girl a little fuck in the mouth." She reached over and grasped his prick. It was still firm, but not as rock-hard as it had been a minute before. "Now, are you?" She began to stroke the shaft, alternately squeezing it and then releasing the pressure of her fingers, occasionally letting the ball of her thumb trail across the eye of his glans.
"I warned you I'd cum," Harry said, watching the milking motion of her hand with fascination. "If you wanted me to fuck your mouth, how come you started to suck me off?"
"I'm sorry," she said, squeezing harder. "But it was your own fault, you know."
"My fault? How do you figure?"
"Because your prick tastes so good," she said. "I just couldn't resist sucking it a little, Harry. I really meant to just kiss it a second or two. Honest. But it tasted so good I got a little greedy. And then, before I knew it, you started to – why, Harry! Your cock's getting hard again!"
Harry looked at himself with surprise. "Jesus," he said softly. "I'd never have believed it. And it hasn't been more than two minutes since I squirted my nuts, either."
Sharon smiled. "Well, I hope it's more than two minutes before you squirt them again," she said. "I want you to fuck my mouth a long time, Harry. And I mean really fuck it – just as long and as hard as you can."
"Jesus," Harry said. "Just look at my cock. The bastard's bigger than ever."
"And harder, too," Sharon said, giving it a final squeeze before she moved over to take her position on the pillow again, "Come on, Harry. Baby wants her mouth fucked."
Harry got to his feet and came over to stand in front of her. "This'll probably kill me," he said, grinning. "Not that I give a damn. After this, what else is there to live for?"
Sharon smiled up at him, then glanced down at her body. Her nipples, peeping through Harry's cum, were like tiny cherries in thick cream. The cum that had splashed onto her belly had now slid down into the black hair of her cunt, where it had broken up into small, glistening rivulets. The lips of her slit were red and engorged and laved with juice, and the perfume that rose from between her legs was as provocative as she had ever known it to be.
"Haven't you really ever fucked a girl in the mouth before?" she said. "Honest now, Harry – haven't you?"
"No," Harry said. "I just never thought of it, I guess."
"Well, all you have to do is pretend my mouth is a cunt. I'll just use enough pressure with my lips and tongue to make it feel like one, and that's all. I'll hold your cock tight in my mouth, but I won't use any suction. I'll just hold my head rigid, and once you start, I won't move my lips or tongue at all. We'll both pretend my mouth's a cunt, you see. So all you have to do is fuck it like one. All right?"
"Right," Harry said.
"And that means fucking it hard, Harry. Real hard. As hard as you can. The harder you fuck it, the more I'll enjoy it."
"You mean that? You really want me to plow the hell out of it?"
"Yes."
"Jesus, I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"Don't worry, darling. You won't."
"But if I really get to going…" He shook his head. "I sure wouldn't want to do any damage."
"You won't if you watch what you're doing. Just be careful it doesn't slip out and poke me in the eye or something." She laughed. "Wouldn't that be terrible, if you gave me a black eye?"
"By God, that could happen, all right."
"It won't if you keep your mind on your fucking. Just don't pull the head out past my teeth, that's all."
"What happens when I start to cum?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said you weren't going to suck it at all, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, when I start cuming – you'll suck then, won't you?"
"No. I'll swallow your jism, of course. But I won't suck a bit."
"When I start to cum, do you want me to stop fucking?"
"God, no! Harry, what's the matter with you?"
"I just keep pouring the meat in there, huh?"
"Of course. And as hard as you can."
"You're the boss, baby."
"That's the nicest thing about getting fucked in the mouth, Harry. I mean, feeling a cock pounding away in there at the same time it's squirting that hot jism down your throat."
"Jesus! Just listening to you talk about it has got me steamed up worse than ever."
"Good," she said, smiling up at him as she shifted her position slightly to make herself more comfortable on the pillow. "I'm going to close my mouth now, Harry. From then on, it's up to you. And remember – think of my mouth as a cunt."
"Man, this is going to be something."
"Just fuck it easy, till you get the hang of it. Then fuck it like hell." She leaned forward until her lips were only an inch from his cock. "Fuck it, Harry, baby. Fuck it!" She closed her mouth and waited.
"You mean you want me to put it in?" Harry said.
"Harry, honestly!" she said, half amused, half exasperated. "Of course I do. It's part of the game. A man has to put his cock in a cunt, doesn't he? Now stop asking silly questions and fuck me!" She closed her mouth again and closed her eyes.
In a moment she felt the hot, moist knob of Harry's cock brush against her lips, tentatively at first, then more firmly, and she had to fight back an urge to kiss it. Then, slowly, the knob pressed harder, forcing her lips apart, and then easing into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. And then, with short, careful strokes, Harry began to fuck her.
A minute later, after Harry had begun to fuck her mouth so hard that the force of it rocked her head forward and backward, she had to grasp him behind the knees to keep from losing her balance on the pillow. She was delighted by how quickly he had caught on. Why, from the way he was pumping his meat into her mouth, she would have been willing to swear he fucked girls this way every day of his life. And he wasn't being gentle about it. She'd been afraid he wouldn't go all out, but now she knew she'd had her fears for nothing. Harry was already almost knocking her off her knees with every thrust, and he was fucking her harder by the second. How glad she was she'd had that sudden whim to have her mouth fucked!
Eyes closed, rocking on the pillow, inhaling the mingled scents of her streaming pussy and Harry's musk, she gave herself over completely to the wonderful sensation of being brutally fucked in the mouth.
And yet, with another part of her mind, she couldn't help but marvel at the strength of her prick-hunger. Only a short time ago she had fucked and sucked Carl Martin until he was helpless. And then, still ravenous for prick, she had asked the very next man she met – who had happened to be Harry – to fuck her.
It was all very strange, she reflected. She'd been crazy to have Harry fuck her – to have any man fuck her – and then suddenly, the desire had passed, and she had compromised with Harry by offering to suck him off. But now, with Harry's prick hammering in her mouth, the urge to be fucked was as strong as ever. As soon as he came, she'd suck him hard again, and make him fuck her between her legs.
What had come over her, she wondered? Before she'd gone to prison, she'd had this sudden hunger for pricks only every two or three months. True, the compulsion, when it had come, had been overwhelming – so strong that she had never once been able to fight it, and so insistent that she had always been forced to fuck the nearest available male, regardless of the consequences. But the compulsion had never come upon her twice in the same day, much less twice in the same hour.
What could be happening to her? Was it simply that her body was trying to make up for lost time – for the sex-starved year she'd spent in prison? Or had she changed into another person? It happened, she knew; a confirmed lesbian sometimes changed overnight into a permanent bisexual.
She has surprised that such a thought didn't disturb her in the least. After all, she'd spent years thinking of herself as a lesbian who only occasionally had a desire for a man's cock. It would seem that the possibility she was becoming something else would be alarming. But it was not. If it happened, it happened, and there was nothing she either could or wanted to do about it. It wouldn't mean she'd enjoy sex with other girls any less; it would merely mean she'd be able to enjoy it just as much with men – and not only at intervals, either.
The more she thought about it, the more intrigued she became. To be able to suck a cunt or a prick with equal pleasure would be wonderful. When one thought about it, what more of life could one possibly ask? Could she really have changed, she wondered? God, she hoped so. It seemed too good to be true, but she prayed that it was.
"Oh, Jesus," Harry said, panting hard, pounding the head of his prick against the back of Sharon's throat. "Baby, you'd better get ready. I think I'm going to… ohhhhhhhh!"
Oh, no! Sharon thought. Not yet! Not yet! She let Harry's prick slide from her mouth and looked up at him pleadingly. "Oh, Harry!" she said. "Can't you hold it back just a little longer? Can't you at least try, Harry? Baby wants her mouth fucked."
He shook his head. "No way," he said, looking down at his prick, now glistening wet and dripping with Sharon's saliva. "Look at that bastard vibrate, will you? Another second, and I would have squirted my nuts."
Sharon sat back on her heels, looking at the wet, red cockhead hungrily. "Well, go ahead and cum in my mouth, then," she said. "Then I'll suck you hard again, and you can fuck my cunt."
"Holy God!" Harry said. "You mean you want…"
There was a knock at the door.
"Christ," Harry said. "Now what?"
"Damnit," Sharon said. "Just when we were…"
"Shh," Harry said. "Maybe they'll go away."
"Why don't you cum in my mouth while we're waiting?" Sharon whispered. "Please, Harry. Will you?"
A fist hammered on the door again, much louder. "This is the police," a man's voice called. "Open this door, Harry Connor!"
"We've got you this time, Connor!" another man's voice called. "Open up before we break the door down."
"Oh, my God!" Sharon said, jumping to her feet. "The police!"
"Police, my ass," Harry said, scowling. "It's my Goddamn roommates. They're real comedians, those guys."
"But I thought you said they were out in their cabs."
"They've double-crossed me, the bastards."
"Tell them you have a girl in here. Maybe they'll be gentlemanly and go away."
"You kidding?" He shook his head. "Not a chance."
"The jig's up," one of the men called. "Open the door and come out with your hands on top of your head."
"I'll have to let them in," Harry said, and walked over to the door. "I've got company," he said. "Give us a couple of minutes, okay?"
"Why not?" one of the men said. "But after two minutes, down comes the door."
Sharon went over to put on her dress, then remembered she still had Harry's cum on her breasts and belly.
"I've got to clean myself up a little," she said as she picked up her dress and bra. "Where's the bathroom?"
Harry was struggling into his pants. "Out that door and to your left," he said, nodding toward a door at the rear of the room. "Goddamn those bastards, anyhow."
Sharon, naked, opened the door, looked both ways to make sure there was no one in the hall, and then ran down to the bathroom. It took her only a few moments to sponge up the cum and get dressed. But she had forgotten to bring her handbag, and she had to comb her hair as best she could with her fingers. Not that the men would be likely to pay any attention, she reflected idly as she walked back to the room. Men usually were much too busy looking at the rest of her to notice a little thing like slightly disheveled hair.
She entered the room just as Harry opened the front door. Two young men and a very young girl walked in. One of the men was tall and slim with dark eyes and hair. The other was of average height with sun-whitened blond hair. Both men were very good-looking, and each of them carried two six-packs of beer. The girl was no older than fifteen, Sharon decided – a stunningly pretty girl with long auburn hair and gray-blue eyes. Her silk-jersey mini-dress barely came to the tops of her thighs, and her long, beautiful legs were sheathed in shimmering black nylon.
"Why aren't you bastards out fucking?" Harry said.
"Why aren't you?" the dark-haired man said, grinning. "We ran into Janie here, and decided to knock off for the day."
Then the men and the girl caught sight of Sharon.
"Boy!" the dark-haired man said. "Will you look at that!"
"So this is your company," the blond man said.
"Wow!" The girl looked at Sharon appraisingly, a tentative smile on her lips.
"Well, don't hang back, beautiful," the dark-haired man said. "Come on over where the action is."
Sharon smiled and walked over to join them. She was still very much annoyed to have been cheated out of a fuck, but there didn't seem to be much she could do about it. Not right at the moment, anyhow. But sooner or later, if she had her way, she was going to get some meat in her cunt. There were three men here, and only one other girl, and that meant there was more than enough prick to go around. And the girl was a little darling. Sucking her would be a delight, Sharon reflected, admiring the long, perfect legs. If she were lucky, she just might end up with all the prick and cunt she wanted.
"Fellas," Harry began, "this is Miss… Miss… uh, what's your name again, baby?"
"Sharon."
"Yeah, sure. Sharon. Sharon, this is Steve."
"You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little nervous, Sharon," the blond man said. "You're the first angel I ever met."
"And this is Tom," Harry said.
"Boy, are you gorgeous," the dark-haired man said. "Harry, how the hell did an ugly cuss like you ever come up with something like this?"
"And this is Janie," Harry said. "Janie, meet Sharon."
Janie glanced knowingly at Sharon's hair and winked. "Hi," she said, her eyes mischievous. "I sure hope we're not interrupting anything."
Harry laughed hollowly. "Why, of course not," he said. "Whatever gave you that impression?"
Everybody laughed.
"Janie here is too young to drink in bars," Steve said, smiling at Sharon. "So we figured we'd pick up some six-packs, and bring her over here."
"Well," Harry said, "no use us all just standing around like this. You fellas aiming to share that beer with Sharon and me, or aren't you?"
When they were all seated – Sharon and Harry on the side of the bed, Janie and Steve facing them on the couch in front of the double-deck bunk, and Tom on the cushion upon which Sharon had knelt while Harry fucked her mouth – each with a can of beer, Tom began to sniff the air.
"Man!" he said, inhaling deeply. "It sure smells sexy in here." He took another deep breath. "Or is it just me? Does anybody else notice it?"
"I noticed it the second we came in," Janie said, smiling at Harry. "What've you and Sharon been up to, Harry?"
"Nothing," Harry said. "We'd only just got here."
"Good," Janie said. "Then you've got something to look forward to."
"Man, that's some scent in here," Tom said, sniffing the air again. "You sure you and Sharon were behaving yourself, Harry?"
"I like it," Janie said. "In fact, I think it's very exciting," She moved closer to Steve. "It really puts you in the mood for something. Don't you think so, Steve?"
Steve put his arm around her. "I was already in the mood," he said, and raised his hand up beneath her arm to cup a breast.
"Why, Steve!" Janie said, snuggling closer to him. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
"Just checking to see if you've grown any," Steve said.
"Well? Have I?"
"A little, I think," Steve said, kneading her breast in his big hand. "Yes, I think you have." He reached up with his other hand. "Just let me check this one, too."
"Isn't he awful?" Janie said, smiling at Sharon. "He just won't let my tits alone a second."
"Lucky girl," Sharon said, and took a sip of her beer. Things were going, very well indeed, she reflected; the little auburn-haired beauty was obviously eager to be fucked – almost as eager as she was herself. And those pretty legs! When Janie had sat down on the couch, her skirt had ridden up so high that Sharon could see the little black V between her legs, and Sharon had been stealing interested glances at it ever since.
Sharon had thought Janie would be wearing pantyhose with such an unusually brief skirt, but she wasn't. She was wearing the same kind of ultra-sheer, thigh-high black stockings that Sharon wore herself. And now, as Sharon studied Janie's V, she couldn't decide whether it was pussy hair or a black bikini. Janie's skirt cast just enough shadow to make it impossible to be sure.
She leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "I have breasts, too, Harry," she whispered.
He put his arm around her, but that was all. "Take it easy," he muttered. "But I'm horny," she said. "Shh!"
"If they hadn't come in, you'd be fucking my cunt."
"You mean you want me to start fooling around with you? Right now, with everybody watching us?"
"Yes."
"Hell, I haven't got the balls. I never could do anything, with somebody else watching."
"Steve's playing with Janie's breasts, isn't he?"
"That's different."
She grasped his hand and put it on her thigh. "Feel me up, Harry," she whispered. "Fingerfuck me a little."
"I tell you I can't," he said, pulling his hand away. "I'm funny that way. I just can't do it, that's all."
Sharon sighed. "Why don't you sit up here on the bed with Harry and me, Tom?" she said to the dark-haired man sitting on the floor. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable?"
Tom got up. "Yes, I guess I would," he said, and sat down beside Sharon.
"Hey, what the hell?" Harry said. "You're my girl. Remember?"
"You're sure not acting like it," Sharon said, putting her lips close to his ear so that Tom couldn't hear. "I want to get fucked, Harry."
"Steve, stop!" Janie said, laughing as she pretended to try to tug his hands from her breasts. "You'll get my dress all wrinkled."
"Take it off," Steve said.
"But I don't have a thing under it!"
"So much the better."
"But then I'd be all naked." She looked over at Sharon with mock dismay. "Isn't he awful? Did you hear what he wants me to do?"
"I think that's a marvelous idea," Sharon said. "Why don't you, Janie?"
"Well," Janie said, as if trying to decide, "are you sure you want me to, Steve?"
"Stop teasing," Steve said, grinning as he pushed her to her feet. "Take it off."
She grasped the hem of her dress with both hands, then hesitated for a moment. "Oh, all right," she said, and drew it over her head. Her body was flawless. "There!" she said as she tossed her dress over the back of a chair and sat down by Steve again. "I hope you're satisfied."
Steve immediately seized one of her breasts again and began to milk it. "That's a damn sight better," he said. "In fact, it's just about perfect."
Sharon gazed at the little pussy, a scant inch above the taut tops of the sleek black stockings, and felt her tongue begin to thicken. Janie was sitting with her knees far enough apart so that her tiny pink slit had gaped open a good half-inch. It looked so enticing that Sharon could think of nothing else. It was all she could do to keep from rushing across the room and burying her head between the other girl's legs.
Then as Janie spread her legs even further apart – doing it slowly and deliberately – Sharon realized the other girl was watching her, that she was teasing her.
Why, the little bitch! Sharon thought. She's flirting with me!
Janie smiled at her. "I feel embarrassed, Sharon," she said, spreading her legs still another inch or two.
Sharon laughed. "I can't imagine why you should," she said.
"It feels funny, being the only naked girl in here," Janie said. "Why don't you take your dress off, too?"
"Now, there's an idea," Tom said, grinning widely. "Why don't you, Sharon? After all, we're all friends here."
Sharon put her beer can on the floor and got to her feet. "You know," she said, "I just think I will."
She undressed to a complete silence, smiling to herself at the awed looks on the others' faces, even Janie's. Her exquisite body always had that effect on other people, she knew, but she never failed to enjoy their reaction.
"Holy God," Tom said reverently as she sat down and began to sleek her stockings. "Tom was right. You really are an angel. No human female was ever that beautiful, and that's for sure."
Sharon started to cross her legs, then remembered Janie, and sat with her knees apart so that the other girl could see her slit. Would the moist pink lips cause Janie's tongue to thicken, she wondered, as the other girl's slit had caused her own tongue to do? Would looking at her gaping cunt make Janie want to suck it, just as she wanted to suck Janie's?
Janie was staring at her with open mouth, her eyes slightly dazed as they moved from Sharon's cunt to her face and back again.
"You're the prettiest girl I ever saw, Sharon," she said. "You really are."
"That's, very sweet of you to say," Sharon said. "Do you feel quite so embarrassed now?"
"No," Janie said. "Just more envious. You're just… just perfect, Sharon."
"Hey!" Steve said, smiling. "What's going on? You two girls working up a romance or what?"
Janie laughed. "Now don't be jealous, Stevie," she said, and pressed her body against him. "Put your finger in me."
Steve dropped his hand between her legs, inserted a finger, and began to frig her, meanwhile continuing to milk her breast with his other hand. Janie closed her eyes, a beatific expression on her face, rolling her hips a little, raising her pussy to meet the thrust of Steve's pistoning finger.
"Oh, that's good," Janie sighed. "That's the first thing I've had in my pussy all day."
"It sure as hell isn't going to be the last," Steve said. "Let's fuck, Janie."
"Not yet," Janie said. "I like to build up to it real slow and easy – you know that. Don't be in such a hurry." She lay her head on Steve's shoulder. "Put another finger in there, Steve. And frig me just a little bit deeper."
Watching Steve's juice-wet fingers moving in and out of Janie's cunt, and listening to the provocative little sucking sounds they made, was driving Sharon out of her mind. She put her left hand on the bulge in Harry's pants and her right hand on the bulge in Tom's.
"I want to be fucked," she said, smiling from one young man to the other. "And I want to be fucked right now."
"Jesus Christ!" Harry said. "Right in front of everybody? Hell, I can't do it. I told you that."
"Well, I sure as hell can," Tom said, putting his hand between Sharon's legs. "You don't mind if I fuck your girlfriend, do you, Harry?"
"Sure I mind," Harry said.
"Oh, come on," Tom said, tracing the tip of his finger up and down Sharon's slit. "What's a little fuck among friends? I let you fuck my girl the other night, didn't I?"
Harry scowled at him and said nothing. "We're going to need all the bed, old buddy," Tom said.
Harry shrugged, took a long drag at his beer, and walked over to sit in a chair. "The hell with it," he said sullenly.
While Tom was taking off his clothes, Sharon looked over at Janie and Steve. The blond man was still fingerfucking the little auburn-haired beauty, but now he was doing it with a circular stirring motion that had the young girl writhing with joy. As Sharon watched, Janie unzipped Steve's fly, took out his prick, and began to stroke it.
"Kiss it a little," Steve said huskily.
"Later," Janie said, stroking faster. "Put another finger in me, Stevie."
"I can't. You're too tight."
"Try."
"I've got two of them in there already."
"Try, Steve," she said, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. "Your cock's bigger than three fingers, and you can get that in."
"Why don't let me put it in, instead?"
"No. I want to be fingerfucked, some more. Oh! You see? You did get three of them in. Oh, Stevie! Frig me harder!" She began to pump his prick furiously.
Tom had finished undressing, and now he walked up to the bed, his cock standing straight out, its root buried in the thickest growth of pubic hair Sharon had ever seen.
"Well, Sharon," he said, grinning. "Here's where you get yourself fucked."
Sharon put a pillow beneath her ass and spread her legs. "Hurry," she said. "I'm dying for it, Tom."
But to her surprise, Tom didn't position himself between her legs. He straddled her, his huge balls brushing her belly, the head of his cock only inches from her face.
She thought he wanted her to suck it. "No, Tom," she said. "Not now. I want to be fucked."
"You're going to get fucked, don't worry," he said. "But I've got this thing about tits, Sharon. Especially big, gorgeous tits like yours. I want to fuck them a little. Okay?"
"Fuck my breasts?"
"Sure. Don't tell me you've never been fucked that way before."
"No, I haven't."
"Well, you've been missing something."
Sharon had heard of girls being fucked between their breasts, of course, but it had always seemed a little silly to her. She'd never been able to see the point. Why put a prick between your breasts when you could put it in your cunt or mouth? Still, now that a man was on top of her, anxious to do it to her, the idea was somehow intriguing. Why not let him fuck her that way a minute or two, just to see what it was like? Then she'd make him put his cock in her cunt and give her what she really wanted.
"All right," she said. "But you'll have to show me how."
"Hell, there's nothing to it," Tom said, lowering himself until his cock rested between her breasts. "You just squeeze your tits together on it, that's all."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Only, mash them against it a little harder… that's it. Man, does that feel good in there." He began to fuck with long, slow strokes, his balls dragging up and down her belly. "How do you like it?"
She liked it, she decided, and said so. But she thought she knew how to make it feel even better. Slowly, still mashing her breasts against the plunging shaft, she rolled her breasts around it until she had both nipples pressed against it. She sighed with pleasure, and crushed Tom's cock between her breasts as hard as she could. The feel of it tugging at her breasts, raking its length across the tingling tips of her hard, swollen nipples was a whole new sensation to her, and she loved it.
Sharon glanced at the big pink cockhead stabbing toward her face from the snowy mounds of her mashed-together breasts.
"I hope you don't intend to cum," she said.
"Don't worry," Tom said. "I'm saving that first wad for your cunt."
"Is that a promise?"
He laughed and lengthened his stroke, so that Sharon had to turn her chin aside to keep it from interfering with the moist, seeping glans. "I double-guarantee it," he said. "I'm not shooting any jism on that pretty face, if that's what's worrying you. That load's going straight up your cunt and nowhere else."
Sharon relaxed and gave herself over to the enjoyment of this delightful new way of fucking. How glad she was now that she had let Tom try it! It was a wonderful preliminary to being fucked in the cunt, and she resolved that in the future she would have her breasts fucked as often as she could.
She'd forgotten all about Harry. But now he coughed, and she looked over at him. He was still sitting in the chair, beer can in hand, staring straight ahead, trying to look as if he were completely indifferent to the things going on around him.
Poor, mixed-up Harry, Sharon reflected; he must be suffering the torments of the damned. She'd have to think of some way to rid him of his inhibition about having sex in front of other people. It was tragic for a rugged, likable man like him to be afflicted that way, and she meant to do something about it.
Then, as Tom's shuttling cock sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout her whole body, she looked over at Steve and Janie on the couch.
Steve was still sitting on the side of the couch, but now his pants were down around his ankles, and he was leaning back on his elbows. Janie was kneeling on the floor in front of him, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. She was gobbling it greedily, making little moaning sounds.
But what fascinated Sharon most of all was the fact that Janie had put one hand behind her ass and was frigging her asshole with her finger, running it in and out its entire length, reaming her rectum with it as hard and as fast as she could. It was something Sharon had often enjoyed doing herself, and the sight caused her own asshole to squirm delightfully. If only she didn't need both hands to squeeze her breasts against Tom's cock, she'd treat her asshole to a good, hard rimming right this minute.
"Damn, this is good," Tom gasped, beginning to fuck her breasts even faster. "What terrific tits!"
Sharon lay watching Janie and Steve, entranced with the lovely picture they made. A pretty girl with a prick in her mouth was certainly the most beautiful sight in the world, she reflected… Well, not quite, she corrected herself. The most beautiful sight was a pretty girl with her tongue in another girl's cunt.
Suddenly she realized that Tom's cock was beginning to pulse alarmingly. She released her breasts at once and gently pushed the head of Tom's cock a little to one side, so that if he did come, his jism would merely splash on her shoulder.
"Don't you think you've fucked them long enough?" she said, smiling up at him.
"Yeah," Tom said, breathing rapidly. "I damn near got carried away there." He shook his head wonderingly. "Christ, baby, you have got some tits."
"I'm glad you like them," she said. "But I'd like my cunt fucked now, Tom."
Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead and crawled back between her knees. "No sooner said than done," he said. "I'm going to throw a fuck in you you'll never forget."
"Can I depend on that?"
"Damn right."
"And you won't cum too soon?"
"I won't until you say so. I got great cock control, Sharon, baby." He put his hand between her legs. "Great God!"
"What's the matter?"
"Your pussy's sopping wet. So's your ass. It's dripping off on the bed."
"Well, what did you expect?" she said, laughing.
"You must've really liked having your tits fucked, to juice so much."
"Tom, darling, I've only begun to juice. Wait'll you've fucked my cunt awhile; you'll see."
"You've got the juiciest, sweetest-smelling cunt I ever saw. How about if I eat it a little?"
"Oh, no you don't. I told you, Tom – I want to get fucked." She locked her legs around his waist, crossed her ankles, and reached down to take his cock in her hand. "Let me put it in for you."
She teased herself for a few moments, rubbing the big cockhead gently against the yearning lips of her cunt, making the lips pucker in little kissing movements against it.
"Wow!" Tom said, trembling with anticipation. "Where did you learn that?"
"It just comes natural," Sharon said as she let her cunt lips spread slowly around his glans. "Now. But push it up me slowly, Tom. I'm built very small."
"Man, are you ever," Tom said, easing an inch of his shaft into her. "You're even tighter than Janie over there."
"Oh? Have you fucked her?"
"Hell, I've fucked her in every hole she's got," Tom said, feeding Sharon another inch of his meat. "Especially her asshole."
"Really?"
"Sure. She loves it." He grinned. "Don't you?"
"I don't know. I've never been fucked back there," Sharon said, lifting her pussy a little. "Easy, Tom. Push it in a little slower."
"Well, what do you know," Tom said. "You'd never been fucked between the tits before, you said. And now you say you've never been fucked in the ass. How about your mouth? I'll bet you've been fucked there, haven't you?"
"Of course I have."
"But not in the ass, huh? Why not?"
"I was afraid it would hurt," she said. "I do like to rim myself with my finger, or have someone else do it. But even that hurts a little."
"It hurts good, though, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"Well, a prick hurts a hell of a lot better. You ought to try it sometime."
"No, thank you. A prick's just too big. I'd be scared to even try." She felt the head of Tom's cock touch her womb, then pull back a little. "Fuck me slow and easy, right at first," she said. "And then, when I loosen up a little, fuck me as hard as you can."
As Tom began to fuck her, she looked over at Janie and Steve again. They had traded places on the couch. Janie was now sitting on the side, her legs spread wide, while Steve knelt on the floor between them, eating her pussy. Janie had pulled her nipples out as far as she could and was twisting them between thumb and forefinger. She was rolling her hips, pushing her pussy out in rapid little thrusts at Steve's face. When she saw Sharon looking at her, she smiled and winked, and then released one of her nipples long enough to kiss her fingertips and blow the kiss to Sharon.
Sharon blew her a kiss in return, then began to roll her own ass in a way that made Tom's cock press hard against first one side of her tight little sheath, then the other.
Then, just as she was really settling down to fucking, her attention was distracted by Harry's suddenly getting up from his chair with a loud, bored-sounding sigh. He stretched, yawned elaborately, and, without so much as a glance at anyone else, walked over to the small table where Tom and Steve had set the six-packs of beer. Very casually, he opened a fresh can, sampled it, and then strolled back to his chair and sat down again, looking off into the middle distance and sipping thoughtfully, as if he were the only one in the room.
Poor Harry, Sharon thought to herself. I've simply got to do something for him.
But then Tom's prick began to touch all the right places, and she closed her eyes and began to fuck.
"Harder, Tom," she said. "Fuck me harder."
He did, pistoning his cock into her as if he meant to flatten her womb against her backbone, lifting her ass six inches off the pillow with every thrust, his balls slapping against her asshole.
He hadn't just been bragging, Sharon conceded; he really did know how to fuck a girl's cunt. What she liked best of all was that he was so brutal about it. When she closed her eyes, she could almost believe she was being violated against her will. It was the way she loved to feel while she was being fucked, and she surrendered to it completely, pretending to herself that she was bound hand and foot, a cruel gag in her mouth, utterly helpless, at the mercy of a crazed rapist.
"Rape me!" she cried. "Tear my cunt out!"
"I'm trying, baby," Tom grunted, and redoubled his efforts. "Jesus, what a fuck!"
She lay panting, writhing, legs clamped so tightly around Tom's body that her thighs ached, turning her head from side to side, digging her fingernails into Tom's back.
For ten long, glorious minutes she was conscious of nothing but the steady pounding of hard, hot meat in her burning cunt. It was somehow as if there were nothing else in all the world but her cunt and Tom's prick.
And then the incredible feeling in her cunt began to spread throughout her body, and she knew she was going to cum. She tried not to, because she was afraid her orgasm would trigger Tom's – which meant the fucking would be over. But she couldn't help herself, and suddenly she came with such force that she almost blacked out with the sheer ecstasy of it.
Still, she had enough presence of mind to cry, "Take it out, Tom! Quick! Take it out of me!"
But she was too late. The feel of her spasming cunt muscles on his cock had been too much for him, and he began to cum, his sweat-wet body rigid and quivering, his gouting cock embedded in Sharon's cunt to the very root.
Sharon felt the hot jism splashing against her womb and came again and again, her orgasms only seconds apart, overlapping one another, building in intensity until she thought she was going to explode.
And then, slowly, the orgasms became less and less violent, and at last they were over.
She and Tom lay in each other's arms for a full minute, savoring the afterglow of their fuck. Then, reluctantly, Tom crawled off her and swung his legs over the side of the bed, where he sat, trying to catch his breath, his cock glistening with cum and Sharon's juice.
"What a fuck," he said dazedly. "What a Goddamn terrific fuck. I never had anything like it. Hell, I didn't even know there was anything like it."
Sharon smiled and sat up, cross-legged. "I feel the same way about it," she said, taking the pillow case off the pillow. "You were right, Tom – I'll never forget it." She spread her pussylips with her fingers, so that Tom's cum would run out of her cunt faster, and sponged herself with the pillow case until she was sure her cunt was empty. Then she tossed the pillow case aside and moved over to sit on the side of the bed beside Tom.
"How about a little fuck, Tom?" she said, laughing.
He smiled at her weakly. "Stop teasing," he said. "Leave me to my memories."
"I'd like to clean your prick."
"What?"
"I'd like to lick it clean for you. Do you mind?"
"Do I mind? God, no!"
She leaned over his lap, pursed her lips, and began to lick the cum and cunt juice from his cock. When she had it all, she took the head in her mouth and moved her lips along the shaft until they touched his pubic hair. His cock was half-soft now, and she had no trouble getting all his meat in her mouth. When she had sucked the shaft clean, she lifted his balls in the palm of her hand and licked them until they were free of cum and juice. Then she noticed that a drop of fluid had formed in the eye of his glans, and she licked it away with a flick of her tongue.
"There you are," she said as she stood up. "All ready for the next girl."
"Which will be you again," Tom said.
She laughed and walked over to where she had left her handbag. She felt relaxed and carefree, as she always did after multiple orgasms, and as she began to comb the tangles from her hair, she began to hum to herself, watching Janie and Steve going down on each other on the couch. They were lying on their side, in such a position that Sharon had a clear view of Steve's tongue as it darted in and out of Janie's delectable little slit.
Sharon watched Steve's spearing tongue with envy, wishing that it were her own tongue in Janie's cunt instead of his. The pink-and-red folds of Janie's labia looked delicious and an enticing flow of cunt juice had laved the smooth white globes of her ass and the even whiter skin above the tops of her sheer black stockings.
But Sharon had to admit that, for a man, Steve was tonguing the young girl very well indeed. Not, of course, that any man could hope to suck a girl as well as another girl could suck her. Girls knew all the little thrill centers in their own cunts, and therefore knew exactly where and how to use their lips and tongue. Still, men did have certain advantages. For one thing, their tongues were thicker and longer; for another, men had more strength and endurance.
Her mouth watering from watching Steve tongue-fuck Janie, Sharon tore her eyes away to look at Harry. He was still sitting in his chair, holding a can of beer, stoically pretending to be completely oblivious to everything around him. There were three more empty beer cans on the floor by his chair, which meant that he had made further trips to the six-packs while Sharon had been too busy fucking Tom to notice.
It was such a touching sight that Sharon felt her heart go out to him. How awful it must be for him, she reflected as she noticed the erection that raised the fly of his pants like a tent. There the poor man sat, going quietly mad because of his ridiculous inhibition about fucking and sucking while anyone was watching him.
She put her comb back in her bag, set her bag on the floor, sleeked her stockings again, and walked over to him. It was high time that Harry joined the festivities, and she was determined to see that he did.
"You haven't fucked me yet, Harry," she said. "Don't you want to?"
He glanced up at her, then away. "I can't, I told you," he said. "Not in front of everybody."
"That's silly. Of course you can."
He took a long drag at his beer. "No dice," he said.
"But it's more fun when somebody's watching, Harry. I love to have people watch me suck and fuck. And look at Steve and Janie over there, sucking away like crazy. It doesn't bother them a bit. And Tom – well, you saw how little difference it made to him. What's wrong with you, Harry?"
"I just can't do it, that's all."
"Harry, I want you to fuck me. Right now."
"No." He finished his beer and put the can on the floor. "Stop giving me a bad time, okay?"
He was sitting in a low, armless contour chair. Sharon leaned over him, as if she were going to kiss him. Then, before he could guess what she was up to, she sat down in his lap, facing him, her nyloned legs straddling him.
"Hey, what the hell?" Harry said.
"Well, at least you can kiss me, can't you?" she said, and leaned forward to glue her mouth to his, meanwhile inching her ass up his legs until she felt the bulge of his prick against her cunt.
Harry didn't respond to her kiss at first, and it was several seconds before she was able to draw his tongue into her mouth. But once she did, and began to suck it, he put his arms around her, and she knew that she was on her way.
As she sucked the slippery, hot meat, she surreptitiously dropped one hand down between her legs and felt with her fingertips until she located the pull-tag on Harry's zipper. Then, as she sucked his tongue as hard as she could to divert his attention, she slowly unzipped his fly. The next second, his cock was in her hand, and the second after that she was pushing the head between the lips of her cunt. Then, throwing her arms around him, she let her ass sink down slowly, impaling herself on his prick.
Harry pulled his tongue from her mouth and started to struggle. But she held him tight, bouncing her ass up and down, fucking him, and soon he stopped trying to push her off his lap.
"You see?" Sharon said. "You can fuck when somebody's watching."
"You're the one that's fucking," he said.
"Don't quibble," Sharon said, pumping her ass a little faster. "A fuck's a fuck." She leaned forward a little, so that one of her breasts brushed his face. "Suck my nipple, Harry."
He hesitated, looking first at Tom on the side of the bed, then at Steve and Janie, who were still going down on each other. "To hell with them," he said, and sucked her nipple into his mouth, reaching up to milk her other breast with his hand.
Sharon was so pleased to have relieved Harry of his inhibition that she had fucked him for a full two minutes before she realized just how uncomfortable it was to fuck this way.
"Let's fuck on the bed, Harry," she said.
Without a word, he rose, his prick still up to the hilt in Sharon's cunt, and carried her over to the bed. Tom got up and went over to sit in the chair Harry and Sharon had just vacated.
"I want to get on top, though," Sharon said. "I want to do the fucking, Harry."
Still with his cock up her cunt, Harry lay down on his back and stretched out his legs. "Okay with me," he said. "You're sure as hell doing great so far."
"But I don't want you to cum in me."
"Why not?"
"Because I want to drink your jism. So when you think you're going to cum, warn me."
"I can tell you right now that it isn't going to be long," he said. "I was ready to blow my nuts when everybody busted in on us. Remember?"
"I'll fuck you real slow," she said. "Then you'll last."
But to her disappointment, his warning came only a few minutes after she had begun to fuck him. And even with a warning, she had hardly enough time to twist around and gobble up his prick before it started to squirt its load.
There was a lot of jism, but not quite so much as there had been when she sucked him off, and she was able to swallow it all without losing a single drop.
When she was sure there was nothing more to suck out of his cock, she sat up and began licking the traces of come from her lips and the backs of her teeth. It had been a pleasant fuck, considering its brevity, and she had enjoyed drinking Harry's jism. But she felt unsatisfied. She was still hungry for prick, and whether the prick was in her cunt or in her mouth didn't make much difference. She simply had to have more meat in her somewhere, and she had to have it right away.
Then she heard Janie moaning, and she looked over at the couch. Janie was on her hands and knees, ass in the air, being fucked in the rectum by a sweating, grunting Steve.
Sharon watched with fascination as Steve's big prick sank out of sight in Janie's hole time and again, his balls swinging forward with each thrust to slap against her pussy. Tom had said that Janie loved to be fucked in the ass, Sharon recalled, and the ecstatic expression on the other girl's face left no doubt about it.
Without thinking what she was doing, Sharon reached down between her legs, moistened a finger with cunt juice, and curled it into her asshole. Could she possibly take a man's prick back there, she wondered? Wouldn't it hurt terribly? She frigged herself a little faster, watching Janie push her ass back to meet Steve's prick, listening to the slap of Steve's balls against Janie's pussy.
Then Steve suddenly yelled, and his body grew rigid. At almost the same instant, Janie cried out too, but she began to thrust her ass back at Steve even faster than before.
Both of them were cuming, Sharon knew, and the realization started her cunt to spasming and caused her asshole to tighten on her finger like a tiny velvet vise.
It took Steve a long time to finish cuming. But at last he drew his cock from Janie's rectum and fell over on his side, apparently exhausted.
Janie jumped up, slipped a finger into her asshole like a cork, and ran past the bed toward the door at the rear of the room.
"I've got a whole ass full of cum," she said, smiling at Sharon. "I just hope I make it to the bathroom in time." And she ran out the door.
"She wasn't kidding," Steve said, sitting up on the side of the couch. "I really shot a wad into her today. I'd been saving it up for two weeks."
"You see how much she likes it?" Tom said from his chair, grinning at Sharon. "You'd like it too, if you'd only try it. You even like it with your finger."
Sharon smiled. She'd completely forgotten that she had her finger up her ass. Now she began to frig herself again. But this time she pushed her thumb into her cunt as well. By rocking her hand back and forth, she was able to probe first her cunt, then her rectum. With her other hand, she reached up and began to knead her breast, mashing hard, raking the swollen nipple with her palm.
What Tom had said was true, she knew. She would enjoy having a cock up her ass. Suppose it did hurt a little, or even a lot? So what? It had hurt the first time she'd taken a cock up her cunt, too, hadn't it? But the pain hadn't lasted long, and it had been worth it a thousand times over. And now she realized that she'd watched Steve's prick sliding in and out of Janie's asshole, and had seen the look of utter joy on the young girl's face.
Yes, she decided, she did want her ass fucked, and she wanted it fucked right now.
She glanced about her at the men's pricks. Harry's was still soft from fucking her, and Steve's was the same way from rimming Janie. But Tom had had a long rest, and now his cock was big and hard again.
"I think you're right, Tom," she said, smiling at him. "About being fucked in the ass, I mean. I'd like to be."
Tom grinned and got up quickly. "Just what I've been waiting for," he said as he walked over to the bed. "I'll ream the hell out of it."
Steve came over to the bed too. "I want a close-up view of this," he said as he sat down beside Harry.
Harry laughed. "I'm kind of anxious to see this, myself," he said. "I've never seen a girl get it in the ass for the first time."
"You make me feel like a virgin," Sharon said, smiling, as she got on her hands and knees. "I just happen never to have been fucked back there before, that's all."
"Well, you're going to get fucked there now, all right," Tom said as he crawled behind her. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of it."
The door at the rear of the room opened and Janie came in. "Oh, boy!" she said as she hurried up to the bed. "Are you going to rim her, Tom?"
"You know it," Tom said. "And it's her first time, too. I'm going to take her cherry, so to speak."
"Is it really your first time, Sharon?" Janie said.
"Yes," Sharon said.
"Oh, you'll just love it," Janie said. "It's ever so much better than being fucked in the cunt, Sharon. I can never get enough of it. I even dream about it sometimes."
"Everybody stand back," Tom said, hunching himself into position. "The shit's about to fly."
"Don't be crude," Janie said. "Are you going to try to get that monster in her without greasing it first? And it's her first time, too! Shame on you!"
"Yeah," Tom said. "Maybe we'd better lube it a little, at that. That's a mighty little hole she's got there."
"Let me do it," Janie said. She put a finger into her cunt, frigged herself for a few moments, and then withdrew her dripping fingers and smeared the juice over the head of Tom's cock. "There! That's more like it."
"You ready, baby?" Tom said.
"Yes," Sharon said. "But be gentle, Tom. Push it in me very slowly."
"No," Janie said, shaking her head. "That's not the way, Sharon. It's better if he jams it in all at once. Just one hard shove, and you'll have it all the way up you."
"Oh, no!" Sharon said, alarmed. "That would hurt too much!"
"Here it comes," Tom said.
"Oh!" Sharon cried. It felt as if someone had split her rectum wide open with a red-hot poker. "Oh, my God!" The searing pain was so great she thought she was going to black out. "Ohhhhhh!"
And then, suddenly, there was no pain at all. There was only the sensation of having her rectum packed with hard, hot meat. It was hard to believe, but she had Tom's cock up her ass all the way to his balls; she could feel the firm globes pressing against her cunt.
And then he began to fuck her.
It was a feeling like none she had ever known, and she cried out again, but with pleasure.
"Didn't I tell you?" Janie said excitedly, watching Sharon's face. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"God, yes!" Sharon moaned. "Ohhhhhh!"
Tom had hit his stride. He was fucking her so hard the bed rocked. It felt as if his cock were plunging all the way from her asshole to her throat.
"Oh, fuck me," Sharon cried. "Fuck that hole, Tom! Fuck that hole!"
Tom speeded up his stroke, reaming her viciously, hammering her ass as if he meant to split it apart.
"Isn't it better than having your cunt fucked, Sharon?" Janie demanded. "Isn't it?"
"Oh, yes!" Sharon breathed. "Oh, it's so… so… Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Janie was so excited that she couldn't stand still. Now she spread her feet wide apart, inserted a finger into her cunt, and began to frig herself furiously.
"Oh, I love to watch a girl get her ass fucked!" she said. "I just love it!"
Sharon got her first scent of Janie's pussy. It was so heavenly, and the sight of the finger churning the wet little slit was so enticing, that she had a sudden, overwhelming desire to suck the young girl off.
Shit, Sharon thought to herself. I really am becoming a bisexual. I want a man to fuck rue, and yet I want to suck a girl at the same time.
It was incredible, she reflected. In the middle of the best fucking she had ever had in her life, she still wanted to suck a cunt. And not only wanted to, but had to. She knew if she didn't get her tongue in Janie's slit at once, she would go out of her mind.
"Janie," she gasped, thrusting her ass back in time with the cock boring into her rectum. "Janie, I want to suck you."
"Oh!" Janie cried happily, climbing onto the bed. "Oh, Sharon!" She lay down on her back in front of Sharon, spread her legs as wide as she could, and inched her ass forward until her pussy was immediately below Sharon's face. "Is this all right?"
"Perfect," Sharon said, bracing herself for a moment against Tom's savage hammering of her ass. "Just perfect."
"Oh, wow!" Janie said, lifting her pussy a little. "Just imagine! Getting sucked by a girl while she's being fucked in her ass!"
Sharon reached out, slipped a hand beneath each of the warm, smooth globes of Janie's ass, and clutched them firmly, spreading them slightly apart to make Janie's cunt gape open even more than it was already.
She looked at the swollen pink folds of the young girl's labia, at the pulsing little clitoris, at the juice seeping from the mouth of the tiny hole, meanwhile drinking in lungful after lungful of the exquisite perfume.
"Oh, please!" Janie said, breathing rapidly. "Please, Sharon! Eat me!"
Sharon lowered her mouth to the other girl's ass pushing her face against it, feeling the labia spread out around her mouth. She speared her tongue into the hole, sucking out the juice.
"Oh!" Janie cried. "Oh, Sharon!" She was grasping Sharon's hair with both hands now, rolling her hips uncontrollably. "Oh, suck me, honey! Suck me!"
With a brutally pounding cock in her ass, and a juicing pussy in her mouth, Sharon was happier than she had ever been in her life. She concentrated first on the meat in her ass, then on the meat in her mouth, smelling the combined scents of Janie and Tom, listening to the wet slap of Tom's balls against her pouring pussy, and tried to keep from cuming.
But then, suddenly, Tom was filling her rectum with scalding jism, and she lost control of herself completely, beginning to cum at once, the muscles in her cunt and ass contracting so violently that she squeezed Tom's cock halfway out of her ass. But he immediately buried it to the root again, and squirted another load into her.
"I'm cuming!" Janie cried. "I'm cuming!"
Sharon took the other girl's quivering little clit between her teeth and nibbled at it, sucking at it at the same time, swallowing the juice that seeped in around it.
The combination of cuming herself, while Tom came in her ass and Janie came in her mouth, was beyond question the most glorious experience she had ever had. It wasn't only the soul-shattering orgasms; it was the newness of it all, of being fucked in the ass for the first time, of having sex with both a man and a girl for the first time, of knowing she now was definitely a bisexual who could enjoy a man or a girl equally, or enjoy them both together twice as much.
How long the mutual cuming went on, she would never be able to remember. But at last she felt Tom's cock slide from her asshole, and a moment later Janie rolled over on her side, sucked almost unconscious.
Then Sharon got off the bed, put her finger up her ass like a cork, the way she had seen Janie do after Steve had filled her ass with jism, and went out to the bathroom.
She was humming to herself, completely content with herself and with the world. Things were going wonderfully, and they were going to go even better. Harry and Steve had both developed beautiful hard-ons, she'd noticed. She could hardly wait to get their cocks up her ass, one after the other.