For the next three days the girls got to know each other better, shopping ail day and doing whatever they wanted to at night. Whatever they wanted consisted primarily of getting their fill of each other's bodies.
They made it in the sauna, the Jacuzzi, in front of the fireplace, even in the bed. Sheila had never before realized how good pussy could taste, and she found herself wanting to bury her face between Susan's sweet thighs at every opportunity.
But she also wanted something else; she wanted to feel a man's cock inside her own pussy. She had been ashamed to tell Susan that site was a virgin up until now, but as they became closer and closer friends, she found herself feeling less self-conscious about it. Finally, on Friday evening after dinner, she blurted it out.
"I was wondering whether or not you were going to admit to it," Susan replied, completely unfazed by what Sheila thought was a major revelation on her part.
"You mean you knew?" she asked in disbelief. "Let's say I assumed. It was pretty obvious," Susan returned, smiling to take the sting out of her words.
"Oh." Sheila didn't know what to say. This wasn't what she had expected at all.
"I take it you're ready to do something about it," Susan said.
"About what?"
"About your virginity, stupid."
"Oh," Sheila replied, feeling like an idiot. "As a matter of fact, yes. But I don't have any candidates. You're the only person I know here."
"Don't worry. John's coming in tonight for the weekend."
"Who's John?"
"He's sort of my boy friend."
"What good does that do me?" Sheila asked, confused.
"Hey, come on. We're friends, aren't we? You know, share and share alike?"
"I guess so," Sheila replied.
"Besides, I'm sure you'll like John."
"I'm sure I will."
And she was right. When John arrived an hour later, Sheila knew they were going to get along. He was tall, with sandy blond hair that almost matched her own, and an athletic build that made her start wondering immediately what he would look like without any clothes on his body.
She didn't have long to wait to find out.
Susan started things by passing out steaming mugs of hot buttered rum to everyone. Sheila finished hers quickly, feeling a need for the warm comfort it afforded her, and went into the kitchen to fix herself another. She was beginning to feel relaxed and anticipant; another drink should just about do it.
As she heated the water, she thought about John. She had been afraid that this whole situation would seem uncomfortable to her, but it didn't. He was a football coach at a college; an assistant coach, anyway. But he didn't fit her image of a football coach; she could hardly imagine him yelling or screaming like the ones at her high school always had.
When she returned to the living room, Sheila could tell that Susan had said something to John because of the way he was looking at her. If it had been possible to undress her with his eyes, she was certain that his look right then would have accomplished it.
Her cunt began to tingle.
"Alt, Sheila?" Susan said, a minxish smile on her features, "Why don't you put some music on. John and I want to get, ah, reacquainted. Then John wants to visit with you for a while."
"Sure," Sheila replied, a little disconcerted. "I'll go into the bedroom."
"No, don't do that," Susan smiled. "Just sit back and relax. That's all."
"All right."
Sheila put on a soft jazz record, curled up in seine furs and blankets, and pretended to concentrate on her hot buttered rum. This was all a bit strange, but she was committed to going alone with it.
So Susan wanted an audience, did she? That wasn't surprising. And John didn't seem to mind either. Well, if they didn't mind, then she didn't mind either.
They were across the worn from where she was, just a few feet from the fire. Susan had on a tight-fitting sweater and jacket, and already was beginning to unbutton John's shirt.
Sheila shifted slightly, almost unconsciously, so that her thighs were parted beneath her soft, terrycloth caftan. This was going to be interesting. She had never even come close to seeing someone do more than kiss somebody else; obviously Susan had more in mind than just kissing.
John was naked to the waist now, and Sheila found that she wasn't disappointed at all in what she saw. He wasn't overly muscular, but his body was well-formed and smooth.
She laid her hand lightly on her thigh.
John's hand's were all over Susan as well, feeling her tits through the soft material of her sweater. Her nipples were already rock hard, and he found himself wanting to suck them right now, without wasting any more time.
A moment later he had her sweater lifted over her head, causing her tits to jiggle delightfully in the flickering light. While Susan unbuckled his belt, he leaned forward and began to kiss her tits, rubbing his face in their fleshy whiteness, licking the tight brown nipples with his tongue.
Sheila was creaming all over herself as she watched. She wanted to finger her own cunt, but decided against it for the time being at least.
Now suddenly Susan pulled down John's pants, allowing his cock to jump up.
Sheila gasped; it was huge. Even bigger than Mr. Hoffer's had been.
But it didn't seem to faze Susan in the least. She bent forward and began to stroke up and down on it, pulling the pink skin up and down while John finished undressing her.
Finally they were both naked. John was on his knees, while Susan bent over to fondle his cock. Both of them seemed completely oblivious of Sheila's presence, so wrapped up were they.
"Suck it…" John whispered, looking down at the sight of Susan's hungry mouth just a few inches away from his angry rod. He hadn't had a good lay in a week, but it had been even longer since he'd had someone give him good head.
And no one gave head like Susan.
She smiled, pushing him down until he was lying on his back, his cock standing up from his body as if it were at attention.
Susan bent and kissed his thighs, then began to work her way up toward his cock. But before she got there, she stopped and carefully, completely, licked his balls until the wrinkled skin of his scrotum was soaking wet. Then, still being careful so as not to hurt him, she took one of his balls in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," he smiled, spreading his legs to make it easier for her.
Sheila, watching quietly from across the worn until she couldn't stand it any more. She slipped her hand beneath the material of her caftan and let two fingers slide inside her dripping cunt. She couldn't believe how wet she was; this was incredible.
Susan let go of John's balls now, and worked her way up until her lips were buried in the thick, wiry hair at the base of his cock. Her hands were on his massive staff, and she slowly began to pull up and down, massaging his meat while her lips explored its base.
"Come on, baby. Suck it. Suck my cock," he moaned, crazy with anticipation. All he could see was her face, her back and her delicious white ass as it waved in the air higher than her head.
"Relax," she whispered, enjoying the sweet torment, knowing it would be all the more satisfying in the end for him because of it.
Sheila found herself being equally around by the sight of his giant cock and Susan's very visible ass. The thick, fleshy cheeks were spread apart, revealing the rich red lips of her cunt, giving Sheila the strong temptation to creep across the floor and bury her face in that dripping honeypot.
But she didn't.
Instead, she continued to play with herself lightly, knowing that her chance would come later.
Now Susan began to work her way up John's cock, letting her tongue lick every inch of smooth, pulsing skin. She could tell that John was going crazy above her, but she didn't care. If anything, it had made her go even more slowly.
But finally she was at the top, her full, sensuous lips poised just a few inches above the anxious head of his meat.
"Now, baby… now…" he urged.
This time she didn't tease him. Instead, she parted her lips and mouth as wide as she could, then pushed down on his tool.
The first two inches disappeared inside her mouth.
She began to pump now, moving up and down with her whole body, taking more of him inside her with each stroke. She could feel his eyes on her, and she knew she was giving him a better blow job than he could ever get anywhere else.
And she loved giving it.
Finally, after perhaps a dozen strokes, she succeeded in taking him all the way inside her. She could feel her lips buried in the thick hair of his crotch, while his meat seemed to be imbedded someplace in her stomach.
For a long moment she didn't move, savoring the feeling of his prick stretching all her muscles, taking pride in her ability to take him completely.
Sheila couldn't believe what she was seeing. It seemed like a physical impossibility for his cock to fit into her like that.
Now, triumph clearly etched in all her movements, Susan pulled up on his cock, letting it slide wetly out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva, until it was almost all the way out of her.
Then she drove down on it again, then pulled up.
Faster and faster now, she began to work up and down his shaft. John responded by driving into her in rhythm with her strokes, shoving his cock deep into the clinging recesses other throat.
Finally his cock began to tremble, and John could feel the hot cum churning up inside him, boiling and foaming as it fought to shoot from the end of his shaft.
Susan could feel it as well, and at the last possible moment she suddenly pulled herself off of him, leaving his rigid cock naked in the air.
"Hey," he groaned.
"Not yet, baby," she told him.
He was still on his back, and she was straddling him. He was about to protest, when she did something that silenced the words before they ever emerged from his throat.
Looking down on him with eyes that were glazed from passion, Susan spread her slim muscular legs and bared her cunt to him, pulling back both lips with her fingers.
"Nice, baby… real nice…" he murmured approvingly, forgetting his frustration of a few moments ago. She had one of the nicest cunts he had ever seen in his life, and just to look at it was a thrill.
But of course he planned to do more than just look at it.
"Came on, baby, let's do it."
Susan just smiled.
Then she took one of her fingers and plunged it deep into her sloppy, dripping cunt. A moment later she pulled it out, glistening, into the light.
Carefully, making certain not to miss a single drop of her own honey, she licked the finger until it was dry.
"You want to fuck me?" she breathed tantalizingly, her breasts heaving up and down in her excitement.
With a groan he answered her, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her into the air. When she came down she landed directly on his cock.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as it drove straight to the deepest recesses of her dripping pussy. It felt like it was going to go right through her.
But she loved it.
"Now fuck me, you prick…" she hissed, beginning to bounce up and down wildly on his meat.
John responded by shoving his cock even deeper into her. From where, he lay he could look up and see his cock entering her pussy. With each thrust a tiny rivulet of her honey squirted out of her cunt, oozing down his cock before it once again disappeared inside her pussy.
Above, her small, firm breasts bounced up and down in rhythm to her thrusts.
Again and again hi cock disappeared inside her. Both of them were lost in the sensations that were waiting through their bodies, oblivious to everything but the excitement that was consuming them.
Sheila, across the room, was practically in a trance, her finger pumping in and out of her tawny cunt with a speed that left her breathless. She had never even imagined seeing something like this; it was incredible. John's strong hands were on Susan's ass, pulling her down onto his cock, spreading the white cheeks wider and wider with each thrust.
"Harder, you bastard, harder!" Susan groaned, her body pumping up and down with a fury that left both of them breathless.
But they weren't finished yet.
John could once again feel the hot cum bubbling up inside him, but fought to keep it down.
Not yet, he told himself.
Then he heard what he had been waiting for.
"Ooooooohhhhh… yesssss… yesssss, YESSSSSS!" Susan gasped as she suddenly felt tic, cunt overflow, the hot juices shooting in great spurts from her battered pussy. Waves of melting, dissolving sensation shot through her, sending her consciousness soaring as she came again and again, her cunt pulsing and quivering until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Frenziedly, she jumped off his cock, her cunt still pulsing wildly, and grabbed his meat in her hands.
A moment later she was jerking him off with a passion that practically pulled his tool from his body. But it only took a dozen strokes for him to came, his cock exploding with a violence that sent great wads of white, sticky jism flying into the air.
The first spurt hit Susan squarely in the face, covering her cheeks with his cum.
She loved it.
While she still pumped up and down on his shuddering tool, she licked the cum as it hit her, getting as much of it as she could to find its way into her hungry mouth.
For fully thirty seconds he poured his jizz out into the air. It landed on her throat. Her tits. Her stomach.
Some of it fell back onto his body, spreading across his own flat stomach.
Susan let go of his cock and bent down, licking the sticky cum, not letting a single drop escape. She was still in a frenzy, and had no intentions of stopping until the last fragment of sensation had been drawn from this entire experience.
Straddling him once again, she let his hands run all over her own body, rubbing the cum that half-covered her chest and rubbing it into her tits, feeling it soak into her skin until it had all disappeared.
Then, exhausted at last, she sank down onto the thick carpet. She closed her eyes contentedly.
Across the room, Sheila came out of her trance. Her finger was still deep inside her warm pussy, but she was no longer thrusting it in and out.
She didn't want to come that way.
Not tonight, at any rate.
She knew that later she could finally get what she was so ready for.
John's cock in her cunt.
It would be worth waiting for.