Sara walked slowly through The Spa, checking out the action on both the main floor and in the basement. On the weight-lifting bench, Abigail was on her back, getting fucked hard and fast by Bill. Bernice, after having gotten ass-fucked that first time in the shower, was back again for more. When Sara looked in, Bernice was on her hands and knees, getting her asshole reamed out by Tony's thick, stout prick. At the same time, Chuck was fucking his cock deep into Bernice's mouth.
John was waiting for his turn to fuck Bernice. His prick stood out from his body and he jacked off occasionally as he watched Bernice sucking and fucking.
Since it was a beautiful day, Sara had decided to get some sun. She was dressed in her usual outfit – a white corset, white nylons, a see-through lacy white robe and white high-heeled shoes.
"It's beautiful," Sara mumbled to herself as she stepped out the rear door of The Spa.
Sitting down in the rass, Sara closed her eyes, feeling the sun warming her supple, sensual body. She spread her legs and, with her long fingernails, separated her cunt-lips, letting the sun warm her pussy.
"Yesssss!" she purred as the sun made her pussy hot. Sara could feel the need for a prick. "The sun. The beautiful sun."
Steve watched Sara through the window. For him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. There simply wasn't any woman who could compare favorably with the extraordinary Sara Johnson.
Lying on the grass with her legs spread wide and her hands at her pussy, she looked like a sexy angel. Decked out all in white – right down to her thigh-high nylons and shoes – she looked exactly like an angel that Steve would like to meet. Even her honey-blonde hair appeared almost white in the bright, almost blinding sunlight.
Steve stepped out of the rear door and closed it behind him quietly. He didn't want to disturb Sara if he could help it. Watching Sara without her knowledge made Steve feel privy to a certain part of her mind that she would not otherwise reveal.
Moving closer, Steve watched as Sara began to finger-fuck her pussy lightly. He grinned and felt his prick involuntarily jerk in his pants. Although Steve had already shot his cum-load in Bernice's wantonly sucking mouth, he was ready to get his prick worked over again.
"Ohhhhbhhhh!" Sara sighed as she gently rubbed her budding clit. Her middle finger moved slowly, rubbing the tiny, extremely sensitive clit around, sending brief, stimulating shocks of excitement through her pussy.
Her cunt got moist, the pussy juice glistening in the sunlight. Sara fingered her pussy faster, her hand speeding up with the growing sense of need she felt. Soon, despite her long and dangerous-looking fingernails, Sara was fucking one finger very deep into the tight moist channel of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Yeah, that's nice," Sara purred, lost in a private fantasy.
She slipped her finger into the hot fuck-hole until her palm was rubbing the fiery, red clit.
More cuntal fluid seeped out of her pussy as Sara jerked her hand to and fro.
Steve moved to within a couple of feet of Sara, careful not to cast a shadow on her. He was close enough now to see how inflamed the lips of her cunt were, and to notice how much pussy juice was oozing from her cunt.
Her smooth, nylon-encased thighs quivered. Sara's feet twitched in the grass and one high-heeled shoe fell off. As she finger-fucked her cunt with her right hand, Sara used her left hand to pull the cups of the corset down away from her tits. Then she tugged and rolled the peaked buds, making them hard.
"Oh, God!" Sara gasped, her ass moving slowly from side to side. Her climax wasn't far off. She was stimulating her clit, using just the right amount of pressure and friction to make the pleasure so intense that it was almost painful.
The rolling tide of luxurious ecstasy swept the blonde away. She arched her back, only her heels and shoulders touching the ground as pussy juice pumped out of her cunt. Wave after wave of girl-cum spouted from her pussy, squeezing out around her pounding, invading finger.
"Awwwww! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Sara gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she finger-fucked herself over the edge of ecstasy.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, her body had released all the fuck juice it could and Sara fell back to the grass, her big tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing. The nipples were erect, chocolate-brown nubs that pointed straight toward the sun.
Steve moved closer still, kneeling next to Sara's head. He smoothed an errant strand of hair away from her eye and she looked up at him.
"Hi!" he said cheerfully. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes," Sara replied weakly. "How embarrassing! I didn't know anyone was watching."
"Don't worry about it. The rest are still inside. I'm the only one to see you. And, well, we do have something of a special feeling for each other, don't we?"
"Oh, yes! My darling, you know how special you are to be me," Sara replied earnestly, pulling her finger out of her cunt. "I may fuck the others, but you're the one who really gets to me. It's your cock that really sends me spinning!"
Sara was still catching her breath after the wrenching, bone-jarring orgasm and she wasn't exactly in the mood to fuck Steve. To take his big cock she needed to be really turned on, with the pussy juice flowing freely, or his enormous pole of lusty cock-meat would hurt when it fucked deep into her body.
"You really are something else," Steve said.
His eyes trailed from Sara's beautiful, calm face, down to her full tits, and then to her pussy. "Why do you always wear that corset?"
"Don't you like it?"
"Sure, I like it," Steve said quickly, seeing the intense look of concern on Sara's face. "I think it's really sexy. I'm jusst curious why I've never seen you nude."
Sara blushed a little and sat up, folding her legs beneath her Indian-fashion. She tucked her tits back into the cups of the corset, her fingertips toying lightly with the intricate lace pattern of the old-fashioned garment.
"There's a reason I wear it," Sara said, not looking at Steve any longer. "You see, I'm a little shy about my body."
Her cheeks were flushed as she unfastened the clasp of the garter strap that was attached to the corset. She slowly pulled the nylon down her leg after unfastening all the clasps and dropped the sheer hose next to Steve.
"I'll show you my body if you want." Sara said softly.
With slow, deliberate moves Sara stripped for Steve. When she was finished, she stood before him completely naked. Even her full-length robe was on the ground.
"You shouldn't be so self-conscious," Steve said comfortingly. "You're nothing less than gorgeous. Especially out here, out in the sun. You look like a goddess, some grand Greek goddess!"
Sara's eyes misted over with gratitude. She put her fate in her hands, now totally unashamed of her nakedness. Her full, round, rosy-nippled tits jiggled.
"You've got to learn to let your hair down," Steve said, flashing Sara his most becoming smile. "That's what you have to do – both literally and figuratively."
Sara knew that Steve was right. Deep down in her soul she had always wanted to cut loose, to kick up her heels and live a life totally free from worry and doubt. But, with a husband and two children, Sara couldn't do that.
"You're right. You're absolutely right. While I'm here at The Spa, I'll let my hair down and do all sorts of crazy things. The time for temperance is when I'm home." Sara pulled several clips out of her hair, then shook her head. The delicate French twist hairdo tumbled out of place, and a moment later Sara's golden-blonde hair filtered down over her shoulders, trailing to the middle of her shoulder blades in back. "Is this better?"
"Oh, yes! Much better! Much better, indeed." Steve said enthusiastically.
"Do you want me, Steve?" Sara turned and faced her favorite stud, her tits quivering with each subtle move of her body. "Do you want to take me, right here and now, out here where anyone could see us?"
"Yes!" Steve's mouth felt suddenly dry.
"Then do it, Steve. Take me any way you want me. Everything I am and everything I can be is yours. All yours! Any way you want me, just let me know. All I want to do is please you."
Though Steve had already fucked Sara several times, and even had her suck his prick when his friend John was present, there was something entirely different about her now. She was wild and free. She was more erotically exciting than anything he had ever dreamed! Sara was his fantasy woman that had become a reality.
It didn't take long for Sara to strip Steve of his clothes. After that, they lay on the grass, hands groping for hot, feverish flesh. Sara's cunt was creamy and moist, ready for anything Steve might want to do.
"Ahhhhh!" Sara crooned as Steve kissed her smooth, satiny neck. His hand was at her pussy, rubbing her sizzling clit with the heel of his palm. She twitched her succulent ass in the grass.
And then they were rolling on the ground, laughing in each other's arms like joyous teenagers. When the rolling stopped Sara was on her back. She watched as Steve's knee came over her face and he straddled her head. His awesome, jaw-stretching prick dangled near her cock-hungry mouth.
"Yesssssss! Raw meat!" Sara squealed happily.
She wrapped her arms around Steve's thighs and opened her mouth wide. When Steve lowered his hips, his prick found the mark, fucking deep into the moist, sucking recesses of the blonde's mouth.
Sara's thighs were warming Steve's ears as he buried his tongue as deeply as possible into her dewy, honey-sweet pussy. He devoured her hot, juicing crease, dragging his thick tongue through the hairy petals of her cunt until he reached her clit. Then he would lash at the throbbing, pulsating little bud of tantalized flesh and Sara would squirm under the intense pleasure.
Sara moaned as she accepted Steve's prick time and time again into her hungry mouth. She let him fuck her face and found the experience of not being in total control more than a little erotic. There was something special about knowing that she was giving extraordinary pleasure to a stud that found her so inviting, so attractive, that all the other women in the world were eclipsed.
"Ummmmg! Ummmmg!" Steve slurped as he tongued Sara's cunt.
Sara used her lips and tongue to make Steve's prick a huge cylinder of throbbing, unyielding cock flesh. She squeezed and chewed on the cock with her lip, letting her tongue scrape and flick along the ridge of the cock-head. Whenever the hotly sucking blonde felt the prick-meat pulsate in her mouth, she cooed lustily and squeezed the firm cheeks of Steve's ass in her hands.
As Steve lashed at Sara's slick, delicious cunt with his tongue, he shoved a finger into her pussy crease. Then, once his finger was wet from her hot cunt oil, he rubbed firmly but gently at Sara's tight asshole.
"Mmmm!" Sara crooned when she felt Steve probing her tight, virgin asshole.
Bernice had told her what it was like to have a stout prick fucking deep up her asshole, and Sara wasn't particularly interested in trying it herself. Especially not with Steve's enormous fucker! But whatever Steve wanted, Sara was going to give him. Resigned to this, she tried to relax. And the next thing she knew, Steve's finger was fucking deeper and deeper into her ass.
As he finger-fucked Sara's asshole, Steve's excitement grew… and his prick grew accordingly. The huge fuck-pole had never been bigger and he pistoned his hips faster, reaming the blonde's clutching, milking lips with greater urgency.
Sara was beginning to get nervous. She loved sucking Steve's cock more than anything in the world. But he was fucking her mouth deeper than she had taken it before and her throat was protesting the brief but repeated invasion of his cock-head. Opening her eyes, she saw his cum-laden, plump balls descending toward her as his cock-meat rolled over her tongue.
Steve was unaware of how deeply he was skewering his lover's mouth. All he knew was that her pussy tasted delicious, and that his cock felt like he had stuck it in a very sexy oven that warmed and massaged at the same time. He finger-fucked Sara's tight asshole faster, stabbing his finger into her until his palm was pressed hard against the crack of her luscious, taut ass.
When the cock-head was barely splitting her lip, Sara inhaled quickly, filling her lungs with air. Her mountainous tits billowed out, mashed against Steve's stomach as he pressed down upon her.
She willed herself to relax and when the cock-head came charging down at her again. Sara felt the fleshy prick-head strike the back of her mouth. But the prick didn't stop there. It continued on, fucking into her throat, stretching the virgin tissue. She felt her body react, fight against the cock-meat that crammed her throat and cut off her breathing.
No! she thought. I mustn't stop him! Steve must have whatever he wants!
Involuntarily, Sara's body bucked, her thighs opening then snapping shut around Steve's head. When the cock was pulled up, taken out of Sara's throat, she exhaled and inhaled quickly, mentally preparing herself for another jarring invasion.
This time when the cock fucked down forcefully, Sara took it more easily. By the third invasion, she gulped Steve's prick down to the balls without any trouble.
Once Sara could take Steve's prick deep-throating her without pain, she began pulling his ass down, wanting him to fuck her face. She thrashed in the grass, bucking under Steve's bulky, muscular body, raising her face up to meet his downward fuck-plunges.
"Ummmmmm!" Sara gasped, the sound coming from deep in her chest before being silenced by Steve's big prick. As he fucked his cock-meat straight down her throat, his hairy balls flopped over her nose.
Catching her fiery clit between his lips, Steve nibbled gently as he fingered the blonde's bung-hole. His cock fucked up and down like a piston, fucking Sara's mouth roughly. He could feel her lust-hardened nipples digging into his stomach, the billowing tits a warm cushion to his weight.
The peak of ecstasy was reached by Steve and Sara at almost the same time. First Sara's body was racked by the spurns of orgasm. Her pussy juice streamed out in waves, only to be licked up by Steve's frisking tongue. Then, even while she continued to toss and turn in the throes of climax, Sara felt Steve's cock-head throb in her throat as jism jetted straight down. She swallowed cum feverishly.
When it was over, Sara didn't want to let Steve go. She liked his heavy weight on top of her, crushing her to the ground. Nursing gingerly on his shrinking prick, she finally let it slip from her mouth with a wet smacking sound.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Sara pushed Steve off her, spinning to a kneeling position in the grass. She found herself looking at all the guests and at her two friends, all of whom had obviously watched the sixty-nine action.
"Bernice!"
"Bravo, I say! Bravo!" Bernice continued, clapping her hands together. "You always have been able to do me one better!"