Mark Smith

Virgin no more

CHAPTER ONE

Jim was the first person Sheila had ever really been in love with, so when he left her she thought the world was going to come to an end. Needless to say, it didn't, and she was surprised to find that she could get along quite well without him.

For a while at least.

She was twenty when they broke up, and still a virgin. This had a lot to do with his decision to walk out, a fact which Sheila had a great deal of difficulty understanding. In many ways she was a bit old-fashioned, and this was one of them. Her mother had always told her that if she went to bed with a man before they got married, he would stop respecting her and would soon leave her.

Now, belatedly, she began to wonder if perhaps her mother might have been wrong.

After three days of crying and being otherwise generally miserable, Sheila came up with what she hoped would be the solution to her problems: she would quit her job and move to New York. She knew that her parents wouldn't like the idea, but there was little enough they could do about it, since she had her own car and had managed to save a tidy bundle of money by working as a secretary and living at home since high school.

Once her mind was made up, she wasted no time in implementing her plan. There were too many bad associations with Jim as long as she stayed around here; if she left she was certain she would feel better.

And she was right.

As soon as she emerged from the Lincoln Tunnel into midtown Manhattan, she could sense the excitement of the city. Things were definitely going to be better here, she just knew it.

Though it was late in the afternoon when she arrived, Sheila wanted to waste no time at all in looking for a job. Her first intention was to go to an employment agency, but as she looked through the classified section of the newspaper, one job in particular looked interesting to her. It was listed as a secretarial job, but the fringe benefits included free travel to Europe and the west coast.

She decided to try it.

As she entered the high rise office building on Third Avenue, the opulence of her surroundings almost caused tier to turn back. She suddenly felt very shy.

But after a moment's indecision, she decided to go through with it. After all, if she was going to make it here, there was no way she could afford to be shy.

No way at all.

After several inquiries and a short wait, Sheila was ushered into the office of the personnel director. His name was Mr. Hoffer, and Sheila's first impression of him was that he was less than attractive. He was looking at her in a way which she only half understood, but which made her uncomfortably aware, of the fact that the sweater she was wearing was a tight-fitting one which showed clearly the full curve of her ample tits.

"Let me see," he said, shuffling through a pile of applications on his desk. "Why don't you go ahead and fill out an application, then come back later tonight for an interview. I'll be working late, and maybe I'll have something for you then."

Sheila filled out an application, promising to return at eight that evening. Though it sounded like an odd time for an interview, she realized that she was in no position to dictate the arrangements; she would have come at two in the morning if it meant getting a job.

At precisely eight o'clock she paused in the hallway outside Mr. Hoffer's office. She no longer had any doubts about what was going on; the building was almost completely dark except for this hallway, and the only office that seemed to be occupied was Mr. Hoffer's.

For the past three hours Sheila had been thinking primarily about the way he had looked at her earlier in the day, and she had come to the conclusion that if she were to have any hopes at all of landing a job, she would have to please Mr. Hoffer. And pleasing Mr. Hoffer, she realized, would probably entail doing precisely the same things she had refused to do with Jim.

All right, then. Why not?

After all, if this was the only way she could get a good job, she might as well get used to the idea. Besides, she was fed up with living by the rules her mother had laid out for her. All she had gotten from that style of living was a miserable end to her relationship with Jim.

The door was ajar, so without further hesitation she pushed it open and entered the office. For the first time she noticed the couch along one wall.

Mr. Hoffer was sitting behind his desk. He looked up when he heard her enter, and for a moment neither of them spoke.

"Just have a seat on the couch. I'll be with you in a minute."

Hoffer could feel his cock getting hard at the sight of Sheila's tits beneath the sweater she was wearing.

As he pretended to go through the applications on his desk, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her hair was blonde, falling down around her shoulders. Her tits, as he had noticed earlier, were full and firm, swelling out from the rest of her body like twin melons, ripe and ready to be squeezed. He knew that before she left the office she would ask him do whatever he wanted to with her tits and rest of her body, or she wouldn't have a job.

Sheila knew the same thing.

Surprisingly enough, Sheila wasn't upset by it. In fact, she could look forward to the encounter now that the decision had, in her mind at least, been taken out of her hands. After all, she had to get a job, didn't she?

"Well," Mr. Hoffer said, sitting down next to her on the couch, "I just don't know. There are several of you with good qualifications."

"Oh please, Mr. Hoffer. I've just got to have a job. And I know I'd be good." She was looking directly into his eyes now, wondering if he had caught the double meaning of what she had just said.

"Good at what?" he asked, practically undressing her with his eyes.

"Everything," she breathed, realizing now that there was no turning back. Her breasts were heaving up and down as her breath came in quick, short gasps. It was all happening so quickly.

His hand was on her thigh now, and she could see a bulge in his trousers that she hadn't noticed before. When he spoke, his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

"I'm not sure I know what you want."

"Let me show you," she answered, suddenly feeling sexier than she evir had before in her life. Quickly site pulled her sweater over her head, suddenly revealing her naked upper body.

He gasped.

Her tits were even better than he had imagined. The nipples were brown and hard, erect in the coal air of the room, while the white flesh of her twin mounds practically begged to be licked and squeezed.

Sheila could tell that he was excited by what he saw, but before he could reach out and touch her she stood up and pulled her pants down, leaving only her panties.

A moment later they, too, ended up on the floor.

For a few seconds she let him look at her, then quickly she leaned forward and placed her hands on the bulge in his pants.

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, groping far her tits at the same time. Sheila pushed him back on the couch, then pulled his trousers down to reveal his thick, hard prick.

It was so big!

Suddenly all the confidence that had been flooding through her since this encounter began evaporated. She could never get that monster inside her!

But she had to.

She could feel her own juices beginning to flow from deep inside her cunt, lubricating the pink lips through which his cock would have to pass in order to fill her pussy like nothing ever had before.

Straddling him now, she took his cock in her hand and placed it firmly at the entrance to her pulsing cunt, then slowly closed her eyes.

"No!" he said suddenly.

She opened her eyes.

"Suck it," he whispered. She knew better than to argue with him.

Moving off his tool, she bent down and took it in her hands. Her lips were just a few short inches above the smooth purple skin on the head, and she could see a few drops of his pre-cum already forming tiny beads on his narrow slit.

Quickly, before she had a chance to think about what she was doing, she let her tongue dart out and gobbled down the sticky fluid.

The taste was heavy, salty. She liked it.

Gaining confidence, she began to let her eager tongue explore his prick, sliding up and down the light, smooth skin, wetting it with her saliva until he glistened in the dim light of the room.

As he watched her from above, Hoffer could feel the hot curia bubbling up inside, gathering for the final rush that threatened to take place any moment.

But he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to make it last.

Using more will power than he realized he possessed, he managed to weather the storm. Now he could relax and enjoy what she was doing to him; he was in control once again.

She had carefully licked every inch of his prick now, and her lips were poised, half parted, just above the tip of his cock. Hoffer could hardly wait to see his prod disappear into that beautiful mouth.

Then suddenly, as if she had finally come to a decision, Sheila spread her wet lips and lowered them onto his glistening cock. A moment later his cockhead had disappeared in her mouth.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," he groaned.

Sheila felt as if she could never take him all the way inside her, but she knew she had to. Opening wider, and folding her lips over her teeth, she pushed slowly don.

"That's it, baby. Suck it…" he murmured, watching in fascination as she slowly pushed down, his cock disappearing into her mouth and throat. Finally she had taken it all in and Hoffer found himself leaning back and basking in the luxurious feeling of her clinging mouth and throat as it held tightly on to him.

Almost beside himself now, Hoffer began to gyrate his hips, shoving his tool in and out of her mouth, feeling it slide deep into her wet pocket, then withdraw into the light.

Sheila couldn't believe she had taken it all the way inside her, yet she knew that this was the case. With each stroke she gained more confidence, until after a few more seconds she began to feel that she was once again in control.

Harder now, she drove her head up and down his pumping cock. Each time it seemed to drive deeper into her mouth, but each time she felt more capable than ever of taking him all the way in.

She began to plan with his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them, while with her lips and tongue she continued to work on his cock.

Finally his cock began to tremble and shudder inside her and almost before she had a chance to prepare for it, he exploded, shooting his hot cum wildly against the back of her throat.

Eagerly she gobbled it down, enjoying the musky taste of his jizz, striving to take it all in her mouth without letting a single drop escape.

Again and again he spurted into her, groaning as her tongue licked the sensitive tip of his cock, taking in every drop.

In the end, when his cock had drained itself completely of cum and was limp in her mouth, she released it and looked up into his eyes.

Sheila smiled, revealing sticky traces of his cum on her tongue and teeth. She knew she was going to get the job.

There was no doubt about it.

An hour later Sheila was back in the worn she had rented for the night. She was feeling satisfied in one way, and frustrated in another.

What she had just done, she realized, was the first step in freeing herself from the hang-ups that had plagued her during her relationship with Jim.

And she had liked it. It was a little bit odd to realize that never before had she really thought much about a man's cock, but now she knew that tonight's experience was just the beginning.

But tonight wasn't over.

In fact, sucking Mr. Hoffer off had only whetted her appetite. She had hoped, afterwards, that he would want to fuck her. She had been a virgin long enough; more than long enough, in fact. She had some catching up to do.

But he hadn't wanted anything else.

So now she was alone in her room, hornier than she had ever been in her life, and ready to do something about it.

Taking all her clothes off, Sheila sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time she fully realized how frustrated Jim must have been; she was a beautiful girl. There was no question about it.

She looked at her tits.

They were full and firm, rising gently in their milky whiteness from the smooth, creamy color of the remains of her summer tan.

Almost trembling with excitement, she stood up. She could see the white outline, where her bikini had covered her crotch. The hair was soft and golden, for mink a perfect triangle that matched the color of her shoulder-length hair.

Slowly, feeling a dreamlike quality descend on her senses, she touched her stomach with her hand and began to let it slide down toward her crotch. At the same time she let her other hand touch her left breast, squeezing the white flesh gently, then lightly tracing circles over the sensitive nipples.

The brown buds grew hard immediately.

Her other hand was fondling her snatch hair now, rubbing the furry velvet of her triangle, anticipating the moment when it would continue it downward journey.

Still looking at herself in the mirror, Sheila leaned backward until she was lying on the bed, her smooth thighs spread shamelessly to reveal the rich, pink lips of her cunt.

Tentatively, gingerly, she spread the lips with two fingers. Then, with another finger, she probed inside the half open channel of her cunt, watching in awe as it disappeared into the tight moistness within.

A moment later the finger emerged, dripping with sticky rivulets of her own honey. After a moment's hesitation, she licked the juice from her finger, savoring the taste, feeling herself grow even more excited.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned as she plunged her finger once again into her oozing muff. Softly, tenderly she began to explore the tight recesses of her chamber, dipping the finger in and out, moving in small rings around the growing hardness of her clit.

It was fantastic.

She felt like she was about to melt now, as her fingers moved all over her pussy, inside and out, probing and massaging with a growing excitement that matched the mounting tension inside her.

From somewhere deep inside, Sheila could feel a tiny spot of fire beginning to grow. It was bubbling and churning, fighting to be free if she could only release it.

Harder now, she plunged her finger in and out of her tight cunt. Her thighs strained upward with each thrust, fighting to allow her finger to drive deeper inside her.

"Aaaaahhhhh… ooooohhhhh," she groaned, feeling that release was near.

Her whole body was on fire now, and her cunt felt like a pool of molten wax. Muscles deep within her cunt were starting to contract in a way she had never before experienced.

Wriggling more than ever, she drove her crotch up into the air against the force of her finger and hand. Every muscle in her body was straining taut.

Her breasts were heaving wildly; a glistening sheen of perspiration danced over her skin in the pale light of the room.

Then suddenly it was as if something had finally broken free within her. The bubbling, churning mass of juice within her began to flow upward, shooting toward the pulsating entrance to her cunt.

"Aaaagggghhhh!" she gasped, as suddenly it seemed like she spilled over, the hot honey shooting out of her cunt with a force that spurted her love juice out onto the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs.

The flood continued, racing out of her body, releasing all the pent-up excitement that had been kept inside her until now.

Finally spent, she lay back on the bed.

So this was what I've been missing, she thought.

One thing was certain – she may have been an up-tight prude in the past, but from now on she was going to be different.

She was going to find out what it was that she had been passing up. Jim, ironically, had freed her from her inhibitions by walking out on her.

Content, she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER TWO

The next day Sheila awakened early, feeling more refreshed and happy than she had in a long time. Until now, she hadn't realized how many little ways there were in which her inhibitions tended to get in the way of letting her enjoy life.

But those inhibitions were gone now.

And she had a job.

The best thing about the job was that it didn't start for another week yet, which gave her plenty of time to enjoy the city before the grind began.

And she intended to enjoy it.

She began by going shopping in Bloomingdales.

She had never seen anything that would even marginally compare with the mammoth store. It completely captured her imagination.

As the day wore on, however, she found her concentration shifting from time to time. Last night had been quite an experience.

But what about tonight?

The idea of simply going back to her room and spending the evening alone didn't really sound vow inviting. Mr. Hoffer? He probably would be working late again tonight with someone else.

It was just then that she ran into Susan. Literally. Neither of them saw the other, and when they collided both went sprawling into the corridor, packages going in every direction.

"Are you all tight?" the other girl asked, gathering up her things.

"I think so," Sheila replied, doing the same with her own scattered packages.

A few moments they were standing next to each other, looking at one another to see if either was angry. Sheila was the first to laugh, but the other girl was quick to join in.

"My name's Susan," she announced, acknowledging the friendly attraction that had sprung up so quickly between them.

"I'm Sheila."

They spent the rest of the afternoon shopping together, and by the time it was almost dark the two girls felt like they had known each other for much longer than a single, relatively short afternoon.

"Why don't you come over for dinner?" Susan asked suddenly.

"All right. Where do you live?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

As Sheila followed, Susan took her quickly to an extremely plush East Side apartment building.

"Wow!" Sheila gasped, forgetting to appear cosmopolitan for the moment.

"It belongs to my parents," Susan explained, "but they're in Europe for the winter. My apartment's not quite up to these standards, but they're letting me stay here."

Sheila looked around her, trying to appear less impressed than she actually was. There were three bedrooms, a fireplace, a sauna, and a Jacuzzi. It was this last item that arrested Sheila's attention first.

"You want to get in it?" Susan asked, flicking the switch that started the hot water whirling through the six-foot-long pool. Steam started to rise from the bubbling water.

"Come on," encouraged Susan, and before Sheila could say anything else she pulled off her sweater and began to step out of her slacks.

Sheila tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. Susan was smaller than herself, but her tits were perfectly formed and as firm as ripe young apples.

A moment later she was naked, her dark black triangle standing out against the creamy texture of her skin. Then she climbed down into the whirlpool.

Peeling a little self-conscious, Sheila took off her own clothes and placed them in a pile on the floor. Then she eased herself into the swirling, churning water.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed as she felt the hot jets of water shoot out against her tired muscles. "This is beautiful."

"I know. Here, let me give your shoulders a rubdown," Susan offered, standing up and walking forward until she was directly in front of Sheila. "Just lean forward."

Sheila complied, and Susan began to expertly work her lithe fingers into the sore muscles of Sheila's shoulders.

But it wasn't the rubdown that Sheila was aware of tight now; it was the dark, furry crotch that was poised just a few inches in front of her face. Why was Susan doing this from the front instead of the back?

The answer was obvious. She wanted Sheila to see her body up close.

"Aaaaahhhhh," Sheila groaned, leaning forward further. She didn't know why, but for some reason she wanted to get closer to Susan's cunt.

Now she could almost see the lips of the other girl's pussy as she stood in the knee deep water with her thighs slightly parted.

Sheila suddenly felt her own cunt beginning to tingle beneath the water.

Susan was rubbing harder now, and her hands had found their way halfway down Sheila's back. The further down they went, the closer her cunt came to Sheila's face.

Suddenly Sheila knew that she wanted to bury her face in the wet, dripping muff that dangled so tantalizingly just a few inches in front of her face.

But did Susan want that?

A moment later Sheila had her answer. Suddenly Susan ran her hands all the way down until her fingers were underneath the foaming water rubbing Sheila's soft ass cheeks. The result of this was that Sheila's face was immediately buried in the black triangle that had been teasing her for so long.

As soon as her face touched the hair, Sheila felt Susan's muscles tense as she drove her pelvis hard against Sheila's face.

"Mmmmmmmm," Susan murmured, spreading her slim legs wider. "Eat me… please eat me…"

Sheila had never made it with another girl, but right now it seemed like the best idea she had heard in a long time.

Grabbing Susan's waist, she got up and turned the other girl around. Then she guided her until Susan was leaning forward against the edge of the pool, her white ass dangling in Sheila's face and her legs parted to reveal the rich, pink lips of her pussy.

Taking one fleshy cheek with each hand, Sheila spread wide Susan's cunt, revealing the dripping moistness of her inner cunt. Then, without hesitating another moment, she buried her face in the other girl's pussy.

"Aaaaffffgggg," Susan groaned, thrusting back hard against Sheila's face. She could feel Sheila's tongue as it darted deep inside her pussy, almost fucking her like a man's cock.

"Yessssss… eat me… eat my cunt…"

Susan continued, rotating her hips while Sheila licked and sucked her steaming cunt rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks at the same time.

Sheila couldn't believe she was actually doing this, and yet the fact remained that she was loving every second of it.

Harder now, she continued to drive her tongue into the other's girl's juicy cunt, shoving it all the way in until it was completely buried in pink, quivering flesh.

"My… ohhhhh my clit…" Susan moaned, raising her soft ass higher in the air, practically begging Sheila to shift her attentions from the depth of her cunt to the sensitive button that was crying out for attention.

Sheila complied immediately.

As soon as her tongue came in contact with the swelling organ, Sheila could feel the muscles deep inside Susan's crotch begin to shake and quiver.

"Yesssss… ohhhh, yessssss…" Susan groaned. Her hands were all over her own tits now, rubbing and squeezing them as she sought to take herself over the brink into the spinning rush of orgasm.

Sheila was going crazy, letting her tongue roam all the way from Susan's clit to her asshole and then back again.

"I'm gonna come… gonna come… aaaaggggghhhhh!"

Suddenly it seemed to Sheila as if Susan's cunt had exploded in her face. Waves of hot honey shot out onto her mouth as Susan's passion box shuddered wildly, spurting its juice in a wrenching spasm of crushing delight.

Again and again Sheila felt hot cum ooze out of the hole onto her face, but still she continued to work her tongue deep inside the other woman.

Finally Susan turned around.

Sheila smiled at her.

Susan smiled back.

"Let's have dinner. Then I have a surprise for you."

Sheila nodded. She was a little bit frustrated that Susan wasn't going to return the favor right now, but she also doubted that Susan had any intention of letting her newfound friend go home unfulfilled.

Two hours later Sheila knew a great deal more about Susan, and was happy to find that the two of them had a great deal in common.

First of all, Susan intended to stay in her parent's apartment until they got back from Europe sometime during the summer.

"What are you doing for work?" Sheila asked when Susan served dinner.

"Nothing."

"It must be nice."

"I'm subletting my apartment down in the village; that, plus what my parents left me, is enough to get by on."

Susan was several years older than Sheila, who could tell that she was bound to learn a few things if she stayed around her newfound friend. Thus, when Susan suggested that she move into the apartment with her, Sheila accepted without reservation.

"Great. We'll have a good time together."

"Speaking of good times, I promised you I have a surprise for you."

"I was afraid you'd forgotten."

"No way. An you ready for it?"

"Susan," Sheila said with feeling, "I'm ready for anything."

"All right. Wait here."

She waited in the sunken living room in front of the fireplace. Sheila sat back, sipped on the delicious hot buttered rum she had been drinking, and waited for Susan to return. She was amazed at how content she was; Jim and college seemed light years away. Nothing mattered now except having a good time.

A moment later Susan returned carrying a small chalice in her hands. She was wearing a thin, see-through negligee that showed practically all of her body.

Sheila's cunt began to tingle.

"What's in there?" she asked, indicating the chalice.

"Don't ask any questions. Just sit back and relax."

Happily, Sheila complied. There were pillows scattered about the floor, and a thick shag rug; Sheila made herself comfortable.

"All right, now. You just watch."

Standing above Sheila, Susan slipped out of her negligee. A few moments later she was naked in front of the fire, the flickering light playing on her smooth skin in a way that made Sheila want to finger herself.

But she didn't.

Instead, she simply watched as Susan reached into the chalice and withdrew her fingers a moment later. They glistened with oil.

Then, her almond eyes never once leaving Sheila's, Susan began to apply tile oil to her body.

Sheila could hear her own breath coming in quick, short gasps as she saw the shimmering oil begin to cover Susan's lithe body.

Susan smiled. "You want to help?" she whispered.

Silently Sheila nodded, standing up from where she was sitting and moving forward. Then she dipped her hand into the warm oil, and began to rub it into Susan's skin, starting first at the other girl's shoulders and slowly working her way down.

As her hands first came into contact with Susan's tits, Sheila could feel her pulse begin to race with excitement. Even though they weren't large, they were perfectly formed and seemed to be just begging to be licked and sucked by someone.

But Sheila kept working her way down until she had covered every inch of Susan's body. Then she stepped back to survey her handiwork.

"Fantastic!" she murmured. Susan glistened provocatively in the light of the fire.

"Now it's your turn," Susan whispered.

Sheila nodded.

Moving slowly, almost teasingly, she took off her clothes. Susan's hungry eyes seemed to devour her as each article came off, until finally she seemed to be practically panting at the sight of Sheila totally naked.

Susan reached into the chalice, and began to rub the oil into Sheila's shoulders.

"Mmmmmm," Sheila breathed, feeling the warmth of the other girl's hands combine with the heated oil to produce a sensation on her skin that she had never experienced before.

Then slowly Susan began to work her way down. When she reached Sheila's tits, she slowed down even more, playing with the full, graceful orbs. As Sheila looked at the other girl's hands on her own tits, she felt a rush of excitement shoot through her body that caused her cunt juices to flow even more wetly.

This was fantastic!

Susan's hands were on her nipples now, tweaking the pinkish brown buds with her slippery, oil-covered fingers, until Sheila thought she was going to go insane.

"Ooohhh… please… suck… them… suck my tits!"

She had never spoken like that before, but the sound of the words of encouragement on her own lips just served to excite Sheila even more.

"Not yet," Susan whispered, continuing to apply the oil. Now she was putting it on Sheila's flat stomach, rubbing it deep into the soft skin.

"Mmmmmmm…"

As Susan's hands found their way down into the creamy whiteness where Sheila's bikini had been, both girls were about to explode from excitement. Susan had never seen a better body than the one she was toying with right now, and that cunt! It was fantastic, a perfect silky triangle that was so soft and velvety that she could hardly believe it was for real.

But it was.

As her hands finally worked their way down onto Sheila's slim thighs and even slimmer calves, Susan knew that she was about to have one of the most enjoyable experiences of her life.

Finally Sheila was completely covered. For a moment the two of them stood looking quietly at each other, and then Susan guided Sheila back until they were both reclining on a large fluffy couch.

Susan reached out with her hand and touched Sheila's right tit.

"Please ooooohhhh please suck it… suck it now!"

This time Susan complied, leaning over until her lips hovered just over the brightly glistening bud, then suddenly swooping down on it and covering it with her mouth.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Sheila panted as bolts of electricity shot through her. She reached out and encircled Susan with her arms, puffing the other girl closer so that she could feel the slickness of the oil as their bodies locked together.

It didn't take long for Sheila to realize that she was in the hands of an expert.

Susan's tongue seemed to know exactly where to go as it flicked and darted over Sheila's sensitive tits. Sometimes her touch would be light, teasing, while other times she sucked hard on the tender tips.

While she did this, Susan began to slide her hand down across Sheila's stomach, heading eventually for her final goal, Sheila's tawny cunt.

"Yes…" Sheila breathed, urging her on. She wanted to feel someone else's fingers inside her pulsing cunt.

Susan's fingers were locked inside Sheila's silky hair, playing with it, twisting it, all the while working their way closer to the parted lips that were her final goal.

At last, when it seemed to Sheila that she was going to explode from frustration, Susan plunged two fingers deep into the tight, clinging folds of her pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhh… yesssss!"

Sheila couldn't believe how, fantastic it felt. It was as if Susan knew exactly what she wanted her to do.

In and out, in and out the two fingers plunged, while with her other hand Susan played with Sheila's swelling clit.

"Eat me, Susan, eat my cunt… eat it!" Sheila groaned when she couldn't stand it any longer.

Susan complied immediately.

She moved down until her face was just a few inches from Sheila's shuddering muff. There she stopped, looking at the pink lips that were parted wetly in anticipation of what was about to happen.

"Please… ohhhhh please…" Sheila practically whimpered. She had to have it soon or she would die. This was incredible.

Gently Susan began to blow on Sheila's cunt, fanning the hot hole, making Sheila practically beg for mercy. Then finally, when Sheila was sure she couldn't take it any longer, Susan let her tongue dart out and flick lightly against Sheila's clit.

"More… please… more!"

Susan's tongue darted out again, this time lingering another half-second before withdrawing.

Then finally she let loose, driving her wet, probing tongue deep into the shivering folds of Sheila's hungry cunt. Again and again she drove it in, sliding the warm muscle in and out of Sheila's writhing, wriggling cunt with a fury that threatened to drive Sheila insane.

Sheila couldn't believe how good all this felt. It was incredible to think that her entire life had been spent without ever experiencing anything like this.

Incredible.

With both breasts heaving and bouncing all over her chat, Sheila began to shove her cunt harder and harder against Susan's working, driving tongue. She could feel it deep inside her one second, then out along the soft warmth of her inner thighs the next.

"Eat me… eat my cunt… suck my honey out of me… ohhhh please…" she pleaded.

But no matter how hard Susan sucked, there was always more love juice to pour out of Sheila's cunt. It never stopped, flowing out in a sticky stream that found its way always into Susan's mouth.

Harder now, losing touch with everything but the pulsing, melting fire inside her, Sheila shoved her crotch against Susan's face. She wanted to come again; last night in her room had only been the beginning.

"Make me come… make me come…" she breathed in rhythm with her thrusts, shoving and wriggling with a reckless abandon that threatened to engulf Susan's face.

Almost before the words were out of her mouth Sheila felt her cunt begin to pulse uncontrollably. It was as if her entire crotch was about to dissolve.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she gasped as a wave of wrenching excitement shot through her, sending new spurts of her honey flying from her cunt.

Again and again the wave hit, causing her cunt to spill over, bathing Susan's entire face in sticky, hot cum.

"Yessssss… nice…" Susan murmured, her hot tongue lapping up every ounce of the musky liquid that poured from Sheila's cunt.

Finally it appeared to be over.

Sheila remained still on the couch, while Susan kept her face buried in the hot wetness of Sheila's spent pussy.

Sheila smiled.

Yes, this was going to work out just fine.

CHAPTER THREE

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.

CHAPTER FOUR

When John woke up he suddenly remembered Sheila. Where was she? Susan was asleep a few feet away from him in front of the fire, but Sheila was nowhere in sight.

How long had he been asleep?

The fact that the fire was still burning warmly indicated that it hadn't been long. Quietly he got up.

When he stood up he could just barely see into the kitchen, where he caught a glimpse of Sheila's green caftan. Still being careful not to awaken Susan, he walked quietly into the kitchen. In the doorway he paused; she was heating some water on the stove and hadn't heard him yet. He openly admired her looks, or what he could see of them from behind. Her shoulder-length hair was full and lively, and as she moved he occasionally caught a hard-earned glimpse of the outline of her.

It looked nice.

In a way he was surprised that Susan was being so generous in her attitude toward him and what she said that Sheila wanted. It was hard to believe that the woman he was looking at was still a virgin.

Incredible.

"Can I help you with something?"

"Oh!" she cried, startled. "You scared me."

"Sorry."

"That's all right. I'm just fixing some Kahlua and coffee. Want some?"

"Sure."

She had a nice smile, he thought. And there wasn't a trace of uptightness about her; very strange in someone her age who was still a virgin.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked, wailing lightly.

"Might as well," she replied.

"Am you really a virgin?"

She laughed. "What do you think?"

"I think if you are, you must have spent the last five years in a nunnery."

She laughed again. "I guess that's supposed to be a compliment."

"It is."

"Then thanks."

"Well?" he asked, still smiling.

"Well what?"

"Well, are you a virgin?"

"Tell you what," she answered, giving him his hot mug and brushing lightly, provocatively against his body. "Why don't you ask me that question in about an hour?"

"I hope in an hour I'll know without asking," he rejoined.

She didn't say anything, but simply smiled and walked into the living room where Susan was still asleep. Choosing a spot well across the room from her, Sheila sat down.

John followed her, apparently oblivious of his nakedness.

But she wasn't oblivious of it. Just the opposite. In fact, she could hardly take her eyes off his cock. It wasn't quite as flaccid now as it had been just a few moments ago.

"Ummmmm, I just noticed something," John announced.

"What?"

"You're the only one here wearing clothes." Sheila made a pretense of looking round the room. "Why, I do believe you're right," she replied.

"Seems unsociable to me," John said with another smile.

"Oh, really?" Sheila said coyly. "Really."

Susan stirred but didn't wake up. Sheila looked at her for a moment, then looked back at John. Then she took a long, hot pull off her drink.

"I wouldn't want to be accused of being unsociable."

John shrugged.

Taking another drink, Sheila set down her mug and stood up in front of John. She could begin to feel excitement shooting through her at the prospect of what she was about to do.

Without saying anything else, she reached up to her neck and unfastened the first button of her caftan.

John's cock started to get hard.

She unfastened the next one. Then the until finally the robe was open down the front to her navel. But her tits were still covered by the soft material.

John shifted. His cock was almost completely rigid now.

Sheila knew the time was right. Everything felt perfect, and she knew that he was ready to see her.

She let the caftan drop to the floor.

"Nice…" John whispered, taking in her entire body with a single, sweeping glance. She was magnificent!

Her tits were large, but they were firm as well, jutting out from her body like twin peaks, each tipped with a brownish pink rosebud.

Below them, her waist was slim and flat, with soft, silky skin that practically begged to be touched. But the thing that turned him on the most, and made his cock grow, if possible, harder than it had been earlier, was her fantastic cunt.

Or, more precisely; her perfect, silky triangle.

He had never seen hair so soft, so downy. He wanted to bury his face in it right then and there, but he somehow refrained from it.

There was no point in rushing this.

"Do I pass inspection?" she asked, sensing his arousal.

"With flying colon."

She sat down across from him. For a long time they just looked at each other, anticipating what would happen shortly. Sheila finished her Kahlua, feeling the warm liquor flow through her body, releasing her from the last of her inhibitions.

"You know what I want?" she whispered, a light smile playing seductively on her features.

"What?"

"Your cock," she breathed, feeling delightfully naughty. She had never even thought of talking like this, but she could feel the excitement grow between them as she said it.

"Where?" he whispered back, catching the spirit of her mood.

She didn't speak in reply, but instead simply spread her legs slightly and placed her hand over her cunt.

"There?" John asked in mock innocence.

She nodded.

Then, as John watched, she spread apart the fully, dewy lips of her cunt to reveal the wet pinkness within. With one finger she began to explore herself, never taking her eyes off John, watching his reaction to what she was doing.

It was gratifying.

Her clit was visible now, swelling just beneath the sensitive hood of skin that had covered it. Sheila could feel it, and then she looked down. The sight of her own fingers glistening brightly with the juice from her cunt made her tremble with excitement.

She couldn't wait any longer.

"Fuck me… oh please… fuck me now…"

John moved forward, swept away by the seething excitement that was shooting through him. He could hardly believe how much he was turned on; it was phenomenal.

She was on her back now, her legs spread wide for him. He wanted to plunge into her right then, but he held back.

This was going to be too good to rush.

Instead, he reached down with firm hands and spread her legs even wider, opening her cunt so that he felt like he could see deeper into her than he had ever seen into another woman.

Then, as she pushed her crotch into his face, he bent forward and brought his lips into contact with her wet, dripping cunt.

"Oooohhhh… yessss… eat me, eat my cunt!" she groaned, twisting in his grasp, fighting to bring his probing tongue deeper into her.

At first he just licked around the entrance, luxuriating in the sweet taste of her honey, but as she grew more and more excited be knew this would not be enough.

Spreading her ass cheeks wide with either hand, he plunged his tongue into her with all the force he could muster, driving the hard muscle deep into the tight, quivering folds of her pussy.

"Yesss!" she moaned, writhing even more wildly now. His tongue was consuming her, driving her crazy. She wanted it all the way inside her. She wanted it to devour her.

In and out now, he jabbed, marveling at the tightness of her virgin pussy. Yet in spite of its tightness, the entire pulsing chamber seemed alive, quivering and shaking, dragging his eager tongue deeper and deeper into her with each successive thrust.

Finally he pulled away.

"Noooooo…" she pleaded, totally lost in the excitement within her.

"Yes." He looked down on her, feeling the blood rushing to his cock once again. Her big, full tits were heaving up and down, while her cunt was positively drowning in the sticky combination of her own juices and his saliva.

"You're not like any virgin I've ever seen," he whispered, enjoying the anticipation of what was about to happen between them.

"Another compliment?" she smiled, forcing herself to calm down.

"Feel my cock," he said softly, pushing his meat forward with his hands.

She touched it, she looked at her small hands on his massive tool, she was once again assailed with doubts. How could it ever fit inside her tight little pussy.

"You can take it," he whispered, as if he could read her thoughts.

"I hope so," she answered, running her fingers up and down, feeling the tight, smooth skin. She could see some of the veins standing out just beneath the surface.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, knowing what the answer would be.

She nodded.

He leaned forward, and as he did so she leaned back, placing her back flat on the thick carpet. She forced herself to relax, opening her mind to what she knew was going to be the most satisfying experience of her life.

His cock was at the entrance to her pussy now.

As he looked down, John found himself practically groaning in anticipation of what he was about to experience.

Her cunt was open, wet, and ready for him.

His cock was rigid.

He pushed forward.

"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered as the head passed inside her. Already it seemed like her muscles were stretched farther than they had ever been before.

"Huh?" he asked softly. She shook her head.

He pushed once more. Another inch went inside her. Sheila found herself blinking back tears.

But she wanted more.

She wanted it all.

Again he pushed forward. He was three quarters of the way in now, and could hardly believe how good it felt. Her cunt was so tight that it felt like there were a thousand tiny ringlets encircling his throbbing prick.

Finally he shoved all the way.

"Aaaagggghhhh!" she moaned, feeling a bright flash of wrenching pain.

But then the pain was gone.

It was all the way in! She could hardly believe it.

As much as she had thought about this moment in the last few hours, she had never suspected it would feel like this.

Incredible!

He began to slide in and out of her, slowly at first, being careful not to hurt her. But he needn't have worded; she was beyond pain. Everything felt wonderful.

She pushed against his rod to let him know she wanted him to push harder. He answered by shoving his cock deeper into her than it had yet been.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, wriggling her crotch around his shaft. "More… more…" she whispered, feeling as if she could never get enough of this.

"Fantastic!" he breathed, driving harder into her now.

"Ooooohhhhh fuck me… John… oh, John fuck me hard… fuck my cunt!" She was beside herself now. Nothing mattered except his cock and her cunt. She wanted him to plow into her, drive through her.

Which is precisely what he did.

Her feet were flat on the floor now, and her cunt was six inches up in the air. With each thrust that he made into her, she shoved back, trying wildly to get his cock even farther into her. It became an obsession with her; she could think of nothing but consuming him, devouring his cock with her pussy.

"Yes, baby… yesssss…" he whispered, lost in the sensation of her tight cunt around his cock.

Then, acting purely on instinct she dropped her ass back down to the floor and wrapped her long, slim legs around his back.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she yelped as his cock suddenly seemed to drive right through her.

"Yesssss…" he moaned in response.

Thrashing wildly now, the two flew into each other with a passion that made them both lose touch with everything except the focus of their excitement. Like a piston he slammed into her, spearing her with all his strength, while she responded by pulling even harder with her legs.

"Ooooohhhhh… I'm gonna come… gonna come…" she groaned, feeling herself begin to fill up with her own hot cream. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced; always before she had felt like there was no room for anything, and the tightness delayed her climax, but made it grow more powerful in the process.

Finally, there was nothing that could stop her. She spread her legs convulsively, and in a single moment she felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her in her cunt.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!"

Her cunt convulsed wildly as she came.

With this, John's control evaporated, and for the second time that night his cock exploded with a power that set wave after wave of hot, sticky cum shooting out of his rod. Sheila could feel it slam against the back wall of her pussy, mixing with her own turn, making an even bigger mess beneath her.

Rut it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered except the bliss that she was feeling. Nothing could compare with this.

Nothing.

Finally it was over.

John, feeling more satisfied than he could ever remember, rolled over, his cock sliding out of Sheila's cunt. He couldn't believe it had been so good.

Sheila smiled.

She had been afraid that the first time wouldn't be as good as she had hoped it would. And, in a strange way, she had been right.

It had been better.

There was no way she could have imagined how fantastic this would be. It was beyond description. But there was one thing for certain; this wasn't going to be the last time she had this experience.

No way.

Nothing was going to stop her now; she was going to make sure that her pussy got everything it wanted.

How could she have been such a prude for so long? It seemed impossible; almost as if the girl that had held out on Jim until he had finally left her in frustration was someone else.

Not her.

She could hardly blame Jim for what he had done. After all, once someone had experienced what she had just experienced, there was no way it would be possible to get along without it.

Well, there was nothing she could do about that, so there was no point in dwelling on it. Besides, there were too many good things to look forward to.

And tonight had just been the beginning.

CHAPTER FIVE

When Susan awakened the next morning, the first thing she noticed was that Sheila and John were both sleeping, naked, beneath a pile of furs across the room from her. Her reaction was one of surprise, first that she had slept through the night, and second that she had slept through whatever it was that Sheila and John had done.

They must have been awfully quiet about it, she thought, or else I would have heard them. In a way she was disappointed, primarily because she had been looking forward to watching Sheila lose her virginity. She could just imagine seeing John's big cock ramming is and out of Sheila's tight hole, and the thought alone was enough to make her own cunt to start creaming.

Oh, well. Win some, lose some.

She went off to take a shower.

Not long after she left the mom. Sheila awakened. At first she was disoriented, but after a few moments she realized where she was and what had happened.

She smiled.

But when she tried to get up she found, not too surprisingly, that her crotch ached.

Wow.

She had to smile again; last night had been something else. John was still asleep, and looked like he was likely to stay that way for awhile. Sheila, not being at all disposed to wake him up just now, got up quietly and headed for the bathroom.

When she heard the shower running, she smiled. That must be Susan, she thought. She was vaguely concerned over whether or not Susan might be a little upset over what she and John had done last night. Probably not, she decided, or else Susan wouldn't have set the whole thing up the way she did.

"Good morning," she called into the steam.

"Is that my ex-virgin roommate?" Susan called out, poking her head through the bath curtain.

"None other than," Sheila replied, relieved that Susan wasn't upset.

"Want a shower?" Susan called out again. "I'll wait 'til you finish."

"No. Come on in now."

Sheila shrugged. Why not?

Inside, the hat stinging needles of water felt good. Susan's body was more or less completely covered with soap suds.

"You look like the abominable snowman."

"Shut up and tell me about it," Susan replied cheerfully.

"About what?"

"About your first fuck. Don't play stupid."

"Well," Sheila said, trying to wipe a silly grin off her face, "Let's just say it was fantastic."

"All right, I get it," Susan pouted. "You don't want to talk about it." She had been looking forward to getting a good description, at the very least.

"Here, let me soap you," Sheila said, beginning to rub her roommate's back.

"I've got a better idea. Let's go in the sauna."

By this point, Sheila was about ready to do anything to make Susan happy, so she followed the other girl into the room. There was a hose with warm water, plus buckets and soap, so that they could continue their shower.

But there were other things in the sauna as well. Sheila had never noticed them before, but as soon as they walked in she saw Susan's eyes go directly to a shelf on the far wail.

"What's over there?" she asked.

"Fun and games," Susan replied.

Sheila decided not to pursue things any further just then. Instead, she sat down on the long wooden bench and leaned back to relax. Susan rinsed herself off, then followed suit.

"Just tell me one thing," Susan coaxed, sitting across hem Sheila.

"All tight."

"What did it feel like to have a big cock inside you for the first time?"

"You ought to bow," Sheila replied with a laugh. "It had to happen to you."

"Not the same way. I did it with a [missing text]."

"Ready."

"Tell me about it."

"Now wait a minute. You're supposed to be telling me about last night."

"I will, if you'll tell me about the dildo first."

"Well, all right."

Susan obviously wasn't overjoyed at the turn of events, but she was willing enough to talk about her experiences. Anything to hear about John fucking Sheila.

"It's over there on the shelf. Here, I'll get it." Susan got up and reached for a long, black device on the shelf. Sheila watched as Susan got it, then sat down once again on the bench. Whether intentionally or not, Susan chose to sit so that her legs were spread slightly, revealing the lips of her pussy in a most provocative way.

Sheila felt her cunt begin to tingle. Oh no, not already, she thought. She hadn't even recovered from last night.

Susan held the dildo in her hand and began to talk. Sheila couldn't help but notice that both of their bodies were beginning to glisten as the heat made them start to sweat.

"I was fifteen," Susan began, looking at the dildo with a certain measure of fondness, "and I was still a virgin. I was dying to be fucked; just absolutely dying to. But the boys I knew were either so stupid or so ugly that I didn't have much hope for solving the problem. So I got this."

"Where'd you get it?" Sheila asked. She was intrigued, and she could also tell that the memory of the whole matter was getting Susan turned on, which in turn was exciting Sheila.

"A magazine."

"How'd you use it?"

"How do you think I used it?"

"Show me."

Susan acted as thought she were hesitant, but it was obvious to Sheila that she would be delighted to show her how she used it.

"Well, I was in bed. I remember the sheets were cool, and the lights were out. My parents were asleep, and I had it hidden under the mattress. I guess I'd had it for about a week, but I'd been afraid to use it. I was really nervous, but I was also horny as a bitch in heat."

"Anyway, I reached under and got it. For a long time I just held, onto it, getting it warm. Then I licked it, all the time pretending it was a real cock. I even tried to take it in my mouth like I was sucking somebody off, but I gagged."

By now Susan had the black dildo just a few inches from her half parted, panting pussy lips. It was obvious that she was turned on; the dewy juices from her cunt were running out and down onto the bench.

She had her eyes closed; both she and Sheila knew by now that her commentary was less interesting to both of them than what she was actually getting ready to do with it.

Sheila watched in fascination as Susan moved the plastic rod closer and closer to her pink, dripping cunt, talking the whole while about how she had done it the first time.

She had the cock in one hand, and with the other she spread apart her lips even more, revealing the rich moistness within.

Sheila put her hand on her own cunt as she continued to watch. This was, in a strange way, really exciting to her. She wanted to see that black dildo disappear into Susan's cunt almost as much as she had wanted to see Susan and John fuck the night before.

"Mnnnnnn," Susan moaned, as she shoved it halfway into her willing, hungry cunt.

"Mnnnnnn, what?" Sheila asked.

"Mnnnnnn, it still feels good."

Then slowly, her eyes still closed, she began to work it in and out, sliding it slowly in until it almost disappeared, then pulling it out.

"Looks like fun," Sheila said, her own finger toying lightly with her clit.

Susan began to wriggle and thrust her crotch forward, creating as much pressure against the tool as she could, taking it deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.

As she got more and more excited, Sheila found her own hand working deeper and deeper inside her own pussy which, sore as it was, still was responding by sending hot cream out onto her fingers.

Susan was practically off the bench now, her writhing crotch going higher and higher into the air with each successive stroke, while her hand shoved the rod deeper and deeper into her.

Then suddenly her eyes opened.

They were glazed with excitement.

"Come here," she whispered hoarsely to Sheila. Sheila complied without hesitation, hardly able to contain her own excitement as she watched Susan.

"My ass…" Susan whispered, turning around and presenting her white, fleshy cheeks to Sheila. The dildo was all the way in her now, and Sheila wasn't certain what was expected of her.

But she didn't have to wait long to find out.

Leaving the dildo inside her cunt, Susan reached around with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart.

"Oooohhhh pleaseeee, Sheila. Lick it… lick my asshole… lick it!"

Sheila leaned forward.

She took the fleshy cheeks into her own hands first, then leaned forward even more until her lips were just a few inches from the tight, dark hole in front of her. She could see the tight muscles, darkly pulling together to make the hole tight and firm even with the surrounding flesh pulled wide apart.

Making a rigid probe of her tongue, Sheila pushed forward.

"Oooohhhh… yessss…" Susan groaned, shoving her ass hard against Sheila's face. The combination of the dildo filling up her cunt and Sheila's sweet tongue probing her ass was making her rush and spin crazily toward her climax.

She forced herself to hold it in; it would be better if she could wait just a little longer.

Sheila licked hard now, running her tongue all the way from Susan's asshole to her cunt and back again with each stroke. Susan's ass was moving wildly now, but Sheila was locked so tightly onto it that nothing short of an earthquake could shake her loose.

"Oh… finger me, Sheila, finger my asshole."

Not hesitating an instant, Sheila took one of her fingers that was still covered with her own love honey, and plunged it deep into the tight sphincter of Susan's ass.

"Ooooohhhh… yesssss… yes!" Susan moaned, writhing like an impaled animal on Sheila's finger.

Sheila could feel the pressure of the dildo through the walls of Susan's cunt and then suddenly, almost without warning, she felt Susan's cunt suddenly contract.

"Aaaaggghhhh!"

Susan came in a sudden wave of love juice that shot out of her cunt, sending her spinning wildly to the bench beneath her, quivering uncontrollably. Frantically she grabbed the dildo and pulled it out, and suddenly the pent-up honey inside shot out with a flow that poured great streams of the sticky juice onto the inside of her thighs.

From above, Sheila just watched in amazement. She had never seen so much hot cream; had never imagined that anyone could do what Susan had just done.

And the day was just beginning.

Sheila and her friends decided to spend the day in upstate New York, skiing at one of the popular resorts. They made the five-hour trip by car and spent the remainder of the day on the slopes, finally retiring to their rooms for a restful night.

The next day, after some more skiing, Sheila found herself taking stock of what had happened to her during the past week.

It was incredible.

In a very strange way, it was almost impossible for her to conceive of herself as the same person who had packed up and left home the previous weekend. So much had happened…

What about Jim?

She had forced him out of her mind during much of the week, wanting to escape the pain that his memory brought back in a quick rushing flood. Even now, with her precious virginity no longer a factor, she found her thoughts of him causing her to lose some of the momentum she had gathered during her brief but hectic association with Susan.

Thinking of Susan made her smile.

She had never met anyone quite like the girl she was living with now. All of her previous friends, Sheila now realized, had been exceptionally uptight about sex.

But not Susan.

Exactly the opposite was true, in fact. Susan would rater fuck than do anything. But now that she, too, had experienced it, Sheila could understand why Susan felt the way she did.

It was fantastic.

Even now Sheila could feel her cunt tingling with excitement at the memory of John's big cock plunging into her tight, willing pussy, finally exploding in a churning mass of hot cum.

Wow.

She was really getting turned on.

Her cunt was practically drenching her panties with her own love juice. Not surprisingly, her interest in what she was doing began to fade.

Oh, well. She might as well stop for lunch. It was almost noon anyway.

Back at their room, Sheila was surprised to find that John and Susan were gone. Somehow she had expected them to stay in bed all day, or at least for mast of the day.

It didn't matter.

Shrugging, Sheila proceeded to make herself a sandwich and a bowl of hot soup. All during the meal she couldn't take her mind off her cunt; it was positively on tire. Once or twice she let her hand brush against the outside of her jeans where they fit tightly on her crotch, but this only served to make her more frustrated.

This would never do.

She decided to go back outside.

In the elevator she accidentally pushed the wrong button, which resulted in her being let out in the basement instead of the lobby.

The result was quite a surprise.

In front of her was a swimming pool, the warm water steaming slightly.

She was about to push the button and go back upstairs when she noticed that there was a single person in the pool. On impulse she decided to walk across the basement and go out via the stairway on the opposite side.

The person in the pool was a man, and from what little she could see of him, he appeared to be attractive. Her mind began to race with possibilities; they were alone down here, and she doubted that anyone else was likely to show up at this time of day.

To make things more simple, the man began to save and smile at her. Sheila hesitated, as if making a decision, although in fact her decision had already been made. She wasn't about to pass this up.

"Hi!" the man called out, smiling up from the steam that rose from the pool. As she came closer she recognized the man as someone whom she had seen on the slopes.

"Hello," she said, trying to hide her surprise at something she had just discovered; the man was naked.

"Why don't you join me?" the man asked. Sheila would normally have been put off by the man's confidence in himself; almost conceit, in fact.

But not today.

In fact, it was this, combined with the way he was looking at her body through her clothes, that made her come close to making a decision about what she was going to do in the next few minutes.

Why not?

She sat down in a chair, keeping an eye on the man as he started to talk again. He seemed to be about thirty-five or forty, still in good shape. His hair around the temples was flecked with grey, while his face had a ruddy quality to it that she liked.

"Come on, why don't you keep me company for a while?" he grinned, not quite being openly suggestive about it but still letting Sheila know that keeping him company would embrace a wide range of possibilities.

Sheila was definitely intrigued. She smiled, not quite knowing what to say.

"Come on. Just for a little while. It's really nice and warm in here."

I bet, Sheila thought to herself.

"Sounds inviting, but I don't have my swimsuit," Sheila protested.

"Neither do I."

"So I noticed."

There was a short silence as she glanced at the outline of his dark crotch.

She squirmed in her seat.

Then she looked around. There was no one else in the pool area, and the fact that no one had interrupted them since her arrival implied that they likely to be left alone for a while at lest.

Long enough.

The man didn't say anything, realizing that Sheila was definitely very much interested and nothing he could say at this point would have very much effect.

"My name's Ted," he offered after a long pause.

"I'm Sheila."

Sheila was about to act now. Her cat was dripping once again. All right, she thought to herself, I've delayed long enough. Why not?

She stood up, walked over to the stairway leading up from the pool area, and closed the door there. Then without saying anything, she began to strip.

From inside the pool, Ted looked up. This was fantastic; he had never really believed he was going to get anywhere with this chick. She must be hornier than she looked right now.

When her sweater came over her head, exposing her full, firm tits, he felt his cock go completely rigid within five seconds. In the cool air outside her nipples were as hard as his cock.

Then she pulled down her pants, and all that we left, now were her panties.

A moment later they, too, had come off.

What a cunt!

The hair was as blonde as the hair on her head, and was as delicate as silk. Just looking at it was enough to drive a man crazy.

But he didn't have long to stare, because without any clothes on Sheila found herself quickly getting vow cold.

She jumped in the pool with a splash.

"Wow!" she exclaimed as the hot water closed over her body. The quick transition had practically taken the breath away from her.

"Nice, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmm," she nodded, stretching out in front of one of the hot jets along the side. She was only a few feet from Ted now, and she could see his rigid cock beneath the water.

He slid over next to her so that their legs touched, but he kept his hands to himself for the moment. But only for the moment.

Almost as soon as his leg touched hers, he felt responding pressure as her slim calf rubbed up against his thigh.

With both hands he reached out and grabbed her tits. Despite the hot water, her nipples were still hard.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, turning her body so that she half-faced him underwater, her legs partially wrapped around his hips from the side so that her cunt rubbed firmly up against his body.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered huskily as her hand snaked down through the water for his cock. He was beginning to think that this was going to be the best afternoon he had had in along time.

In a very long time.

It certainly beat the hell out of playing golf.

He kissed her deeply, feeling her eager tongue dart deep into his mouth, as all the while her hand stroked up and down on his rigid, pulsing cock.

Sheila was in heaven. She had never even thought about what it would be like to have sex in a place like this, but now that it was about to actually happen, the idea seemed absolutely tremendous.

His hands moved down from her tits now, slipping across her stomach until finally his fingers were entwined in the soft hair of her snatch. She could feel her cunt begin to tingle and quiver in anticipation.

"Ooooohhhhh… yessss… touch it," she whispered, lifting her crotch off his thigh so that he could slip his fingers into her panting pussy.

After tantalizing her for several more seconds, he responded by driving his finger deep inside her parted cunt lips, causing her to wriggle wildly beneath the water.

"Aaaahhhhggggg!" she groaned, beginning to push herself up and down on his finger, as all the while her own fingers continued to wrap themselves around his bulging prick. Somewhere in the back of her mind Sheila became aware that she was no longer sore; the morning's skiing must have taken care of it, she thought dreamily.

"Nice…" Ted murmured, feeling her hot clit swell quickly in his fingers. Foreplay was fine, he thought to himself, but not now.

He wanted his cock in her cunt; nothing else.

And he wanted it right now.

Lifting her off of him with both hands, Ted turned Sheila around so that her body was facing in the same direction as his own.

Then, with both hands spreading her ass cheeks wide, he began to lower her through the swirling, hot water toward his rigid pole. When his cockhead was securely lodged in the entrance to her pussy, he pushed upward while puffing down on her.

"Aaaahhhh," she whimpered, feeling his cock begin to work its way into her starving pansy. It felt fantastic beneath the water, like she was almost weightless.

She spread her legs even wider.

He pushed again. It was halfway in now.

Sheila began to gyrate her hips, inviting more and more of his cock inside her, until finally it was all the way in. Her ass was resting in his lap as his hands reached around from behind and fondled her jiggling tits.

"Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck my cunt… fuck me hard…"

He responded by dropping his hands from her tits and grabbing her ass. Then, slowly at first, but with more and more speed as their combined excitement grew, he began to slide her entire body up and down on his hungry meat.

Her juice was flowing even more hotly now, but Sheila forgot about that as a new delight in this kind of fucking was revealed to her.

Each time he almost pulled his cock from her cunt, she could feel an odd, exciting pressure within her cunt. On about the third stroke she recognized it for what it was a vacuum being formed inside her pussy.

Wow.

In and out, in and out he plunged, gathering speed and momentum with each thrust. Her body was coming partially out of the water now, and the sight of her blonde hair and smooth, well-formed back, made his cock begin to rage and shudder inside the clinging depths of her pussy.

"Harder… harder," she moaned, her ragged breaths coming in time with their thrusts. She could feel something bubbling up inside her.

"Make me come… oh please, make me come," she pleaded, wildly riding up and down on his probing, driving cock.

Then suddenly his cock seemed to grow to twice its size inside her pussy, exploding in a wild rush of hot cum, and sending her pussy into a wild series of pulsating, quivering, explosions of its own.

"Aaarrrghhhh!" she practically screamed as her body was wracked with the force of their simultaneous orgasm.

"Yesssss!" he groaned, spewing his cum into her wriggling, undulating cunt in waves of sticky jism.

For fully half a minute they continued to slam into each other, neither wanting it to end, both hanging on until every last drop of cum and cunt-juice was drained from their bodies.

Finally it was over.

Sheila felt relaxed, happy.

It had been a fantastic fuck. Better, even than her fuck with John. But it was beginning to get late. Some of the early skiers would be getting back from the mountain.

So what?

It really didn't seem to matter as much to her any more. Still, there was no point in tempting fate.

"Sheila?" he asked, his voice arousing her from her reverie.

"Hmmmmm?"

"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?"

"Well…"

"It won't be just me. There'll be three or four people there. It'll be, ah, interesting, to say the least."

"Ill think about it and give you a call, all right? I've got a friend, and I think she and her boy friend and I were supposed to go out to dinner tonight."

"Well, bring them with you."

"I'll call you."

CHAPTER SIX

Susan and John made it out of bed by eleven; something of accomplishment in that more often than not on the days they spent together they didn't get up until after twelve.

If at all.

Susan had been trying to get John to tell her about his experiences with Sheila, and though he had gone into less detail than she would have liked, he was better about it than Sheila had been earlier.

"I'll tell you something, Susan," he had said with a silly grin on his face. "That young lady has got just about the nicest pussy, outside your own, of course, that I've ever seen."

"I know," Susan grinned. "Believe me, I've had my face buried in it about half the week."

Susan enjoyed her relationship with John. Though they saw each other fairly regularly, and had good sex most of the time, melter was under the impression their relationship was serious. Basically, they were good friends who shared one particularly strong common interest – sex.

In every possible variation.

Today they drove off to a favorite place they often went to for bikes and… whatever. As they drove, Susan reflected on the fad that they both got excited hearing about the other's experiences without ever getting the least bit jealous about it.

Seeing the other make it with someone else was even better. This didn't happen as often as they would like, since it was fairly difficult to line up a good partner who wouldn't mind having someone watching; all of which made last night more frustrating.

How had she managed to sleep through them fucking? It was maddening.

Finally they were there, and Susan found herself enjoying the fresh air and their walk along a rocky stream almost to the exclusion of thoughts about [missing text].

But only almost.

Then suddenly she had an idea.

It wasn't anything new for her, but it was something that she had never done with John before. At least she couldn't remember doing it with John.

At any rate, he would definitely like it.

Suddenly, without warning, she broke into a run, scampering off the trail and into the woods that ran along side it.

"Hey!" John shouted to her from behind. "Where are you going?"

Susan didn't answer.

John watched her for a moment, waiting to see if she would come back.

She didn't.

John shrugged. There was nothing to do but follow her. She was well out of sight now, but he didn't think that she would have gone far into the woods.

He went after her.

As he went over each rise he expected to see her, but it was only after he had followed her for more than ten minutes that he found her. What he saw caused his cock to practically poke a hole in his pants.

"Hi!" she called oat.

She was stark naked, lying on her back in a little clearing. But it wasn't the mere fact of her nakedness that excited him, though that in itself was always enough to make him horny.

It was her fingers.

Or two of them, at last.

They were plunged deep inside her pussy, and even as he watched she continued what she had been doing before he arrived, plunging them in and out of her dripping cunt.

"Having fun?" he called out to her.

"Mmmmmmm," she answered, keeping her eyes closed and her fingers deep in her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm, what?"

"Mmmmmm, I'm enjoying myself."

He shook his head and smiled. There was no one in the world quite like Susan.

No one.

His cock grew harder at what he saw. Susan's eyes were still closed, and her fingers were alternately flicking lightly across her clit and plunging deep inside her pussy.

"Anahhhhh…" she groaned, shifting her weight to get her finger deeper inside her pussy, but ready to give John a better view of her wet, dripping cunt.

John shifted his own weight, resisting an urge to rub his hands across his swelling cock. This was really fantastic, if a bit frustrating.

But the frustration, he knew, would be alleviated soon.

"Go ahead, honey," she whispered with a minxish smile. "Why don't you take it out and let me look at it for a while."

"I don't know," John replied. He could play this teasing game too. "I guess so."

Susan smiled, letting her quick fingers dance all over the entrance to her cunt. She was feeling ripe and ready, and the idea of having her cunt naked in the middle of this beautiful forest was delightful.

Her finger was covered with her love juice now, and as she looked down at her cunt she could see it glisten in the sunlight as she plunged it in and out of her hungry hole.

"Mmmmmmmm…" she whispered again to the sight of her own finger in her cunt and John's erect cock as it suddenly appeared in his hand.

She began to rotate her hips spreading her pussy lips ever wider as she sought to fuck herself with her finger.

John began to stroke his cock, his hand covering just a little of his massive tool, while his eyes never left Susan's writhing, straining cunt. The muscles of her white, creamy thighs were taut and smooth now, as again and again she drove her finger deep inside her insatiable cunt.

"John…" she whispered softly, gasping for breath from her exertions.

"What?" he replied, his eyes glazed with excitement at the sight of her wriggling, shoving pussy just below him.

"Come on my face… I want you to all over my face."

Up until now John had been thinking in terms of getting his cock inside her warm, moist pussy.

But this sounded even better.

He positioned himself over her head, still pulling on his cock with growing excitement. He could see, just below his cock, the delicate features of her upturned face, and he could imagine what it would look like to see his hot jism splatter all over her.

He began to jerk harder.

Susan, looking up, could see his massive tool just a few inches above her face.

She loved it.

Harder now, she slammed her finger into her cunt, feeling the flying, growing tension inside her warm love hole.

It wouldn't be long now.

With each thrust of her finger she could feel her cunt grow tighter, gathering itself for the final explosion that she knew would send her spinning deliriously into ecstasy.

"Oooohhhh yearns… John… come on my face… cover me with it!"

John could feel familiar rumblings deep inside himself now. He began to jerk himself even harder.

He kept his eyes on Susan's face, soft and willing just a little ways beneath his jumping, driving pole. His hand was flashing up and down now, until suddenly he could feel the rush within him as his hot, bubbling cum shot up from the base of his shaft.

"Aaaggghhhh!" he moaned involuntarily as the sudden bolt of rapture shot through him.

From below, Susan watched, transfixed, as the first wave of hot jism shot out of the end of his tool and landed wetly on her cheek.

Her tongue snaked out and gobbled it hungrily.

Then the next gob of the stuff hit her.

And the next.

She opened her mouth, taking in what she could, bathing in the rest.

John continued to milk his cock, watching in delight as wave after wave of his hot, sticky cum landed on her beautiful face.

Then he could tell that she, too, was about to come.

"Ooooohhhhh… yesssss… yesss…fuck!" she gurgled, as suddenly it seemed like her entire cunt caught on fire, boiling into a seething mass of shooting love honey.

Wildly she writhed, while John continued to milk the last drops of his cum from his cock, sending them onto her already dripping face.

Finally it was over.

Neither of them said anything for a while, both breathing too heavily to speak.

Then, after what seemed like a long while, Susan became aware of the fact that she was getting cold. The sun had moved from where it was, placing her in the shade instead of its warm light.

She opened her eyes.

John was a few steps away, looking down at her. She suddenly became aware of his dried cam crusted all over her face.

They both burst into laughter.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sheila spent the afternoon in their room reading and listening to music. She occasionally got up to fix herself a cup of hot chocolate, but for the most part she just reined on the couch.

She was happy.

Or at least that was what she kept telling herself. Somehow Jim kept intruding on her otherwise pleasant thoughts, causing a feeling of melancholy to settle over her as the afternoon progressed.

Why, she kept asking herself, couldn't she just forget about him? She had been able to put him out of her mind for the first three or four days after she got to New York, so why couldn't she do the same thing now?

It wasn't as if today had been bad, she kept telling herself. She liked Ted, and feeling his big cock inside her suddenly starving pussy had been fantastic, especially inside the warm pool.

It occurred to her that, though they had gone together for almost six months, she had never seen Jim's cock.

It hadn't taken six minutes with Ted.

Yes, she had changed quite a bit. And for the mast part she liked it. But there was something nagging at her now; something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She thought about the one time that Jim had practically raped her; she had deserved it, that much was for certain.

It had been early in their relationship, and he had been studying with her in his apartment. They had drunk some wine, and she was feeling unusually mixed, given her generally uptight nature at the time. They were on the couch when he began to kiss her, and Sheila could still remember the sudden, strange rush of sensations that had shot through her.

Both of them half drunk, he had climbed astride her with his clothes on and had started grinding away, pressing his rigid cock hard against her pussy.

She pushed back.

There was a frozen moment as he realized that she was as turned on as he was, and then he had really tried to fuck her.

She fought back, both against him and against the flood of passion that threatened to engulf her. She wanted to feel his cock inside her in that moment, and the realization terrified her.

He managed to slide his hand beneath her dress, rubbing it first on the outside of her dripping panties, then finally jerking them down and plunging a finger deep inside her squirming, writhing cunt.

She wanted him more than anything in the world that moment, and almost gave in. She even let her hand slip inside his trousers and feel the hard, firm skin of his bulging cock.

But then she had come to her senses.

"Stop it!" she screamed, beginning to cry.

And be had stopped it.

Now, as the thoughts flashed across her mind again, it occurred to her that if she hadn't stopped him then, she might not be here right now.

The thought made her sad.

Just then the door opened, and John and Susan walked in. Sheila waved to them and walked for a few minutes, trying to force the sadness off and away from her.

"By the way," she finally told them, "I met somebody who invited us all to dinner tonight. Some like it might be a party or something."

"Who is it?" Susan asked, mildly interested.

"A guy named Ted. Do you know him?"

"I don't think so. I don't know. What do you think, John?"

"Free food. Why not?" he shrugged.

That night, Sheila's first shock came just as she walked through the door.

"Hi, Sheila," Ted said, letting all three of them in. Then the surprise came as Ted indicated a tall, darkly attractive woman and said, "This is my wife, Angie."

Sheila tried to mask her surprise as she shook the other woman's hand, but somehow she doubted that she was wry successful at it. His wife!

But why not?

It was just that Sheila was still too young to naturally think in terms of people being married unless told otherwise.

She wondered if Ted had told her about what he and Sheila had done that afternoon. Probably not, she decided.

She was wrong.

"Here," said Angie in a low, controlled voice, "let me take your coats." When she reached out to take Sheila's ski jacket, the younger girl couldn't help but notice the large, firm tits that bounced and jiggled when the older woman moved.

Nice.

Sheila then introduced John and Susan, and they all moved into the sunken living room. There, another couple was sprawled casually on the floor, glasses of wine in their hands.

"This is Jackie," Angie announced, pointing to the red-haired woman, "and Philip." Philip was short and stocky, but with a cheerful face and friendly smile.

Sheila liked him.

After Sheila had introduced herself and Susan and John, they all dropped down onto the floor amidst the predictable collection of furs and blankets, accepting a glass of hot, spiced wine from their hosts.

For the next half hour the talk was casual, mostly about skiing. Ted's leg was bothering him somewhat when he walked, but it didn't seem that it was going to be too serious. Even now there was nothing more noticeable than a slight limp, and the doctor was reasonably certain that with lots of rest and hot water he would be able to ski again by the beginning of the week.

Sheila thought she detects Angie giving her a strange look when Ted said hot water, but then later she decided that her imagination must be working overtime.

Again, she was wrong.

Angie was, Sheila decided after watching her discreetly throughout much of the conversation, one of the most naturally sexy people she had ever seen. Everything she did, whether it was simply talking or moving about the room, absolutely oozed sensuality.

Jackie, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. In many ways she reminded Sheila of the way she had been up until just a few days ago. Although she couldn't exactly put her finger on what made her so certain about it, Sheila was nonetheless convinced that Jackie would probably not be a great deal of fun in bed, even though she was reasonably good looking.

Things were relaxed and civilized throughout the early part of the evening. If sex was on anybody's mind other than Sheila's, she would have been surprised to hear about it.

But it was definitely on her mind.

And on Susan's as well, if she knew anything at all about her roommate.

Then Ted dropped what proved to be the bombshell of the night.

"Why don't we all take a sauna together?"

There was a general rumbling of consent, followed by a collective stare from the entire group directed toward Jackie, who had remained conspicuously silent.

"Come on, honey," chided Philip, "what's the harm?"

She shrugged. It was obvious that her only choice was either to go along with it, or become a party pooper for refusing.

She went along with it.

"But is there room for everybody?" Susan wanted to know.

"Sure," Ted promised. "Plenty of room."

"All right. I'm game," Susan said, standing up and walking across the room to where the door to the sauna was located. There, in full view of everyone else, she calmly stripped and walked in.

Ted quickly followed suit, followed by John and Philip.

Angie, Jackie and Sheila were left in the living room. While up until now the entire atmosphere had been fairly innocent, something about the combination of the three remaining women created a tension in the room that was purely sexual.

Sheila took a long pull off her drink and stood up. She was aware of the other two women watching her, Angie hungrily and Jackie competitively.

She stripped.

When she was finished, she hesitated before going in, feeling her cunt begin to awaken with vague stirrings of excitement. As she was about to go in, Angie called out to her.

"Wait. Why don't we all make our entrance together."

Sheila nodded. It was a good idea, primarily for Jackie's sake. The red-haired woman was obviously grateful.

Angie was the next to take her clothes off, and Sheila had to really exert self control to keep from fingering herself at the sight of the other woman's naked body.

It was phenomenal.

In spite of the fact that her tits were absolutely huge, the rest of her body had no extra fat on it at all. Her waist was slim and flat, while her hips were full and firm.

And her cunt!

It was a bushy black triangle so big it threatened to engulf anyone or anything that came near it.

Sheila decided she would definitely like to come near it. She hoped she would get the chance before the night was over.

Then it was Jackie's turn.

Shyly she stood up and began to undress, facing the wall so that she didn't have to look at the other two women while she did it. Angie smiled at Sheila, who returned her smirk, and then their eyes went back to Jackie.

She was totally naked now, but still stood facing the wall.

As she started toward the wooden door of the sauna Jackie finally turned around, displaying a bright red bush which looked exciting in its contrast to her pale, smooth skin.

As the three of them stepped into the warm room, Sheila could feel the eyes of the men and Susan on them. It was exciting.

There were three rows of benches, and after everyone had positioned themselves somewhere.

Sheila leaned back against the wall and tried to relax. No one said anything, but she could sense a sexual electricity in the room.

When was something going to happen?

Once again, it was Ted who got things roll ing.

"Honey, why don't you give me a back scrub."

Then, without waiting to see what her reply would be, he climbed down to an empty space on one of the lower benches and stretched out on his stomach.

Angie stood up, her body glistening with sweat now that she had been in the heat for a few minutes. Taking a hose that was coiled around a nozzle, she filled two buckets with water that was just about body temperature in heat.

"C'mon," Ted complained, "I can't wait forever."

"Shut up or I'll do it with a floor brush."

Everyone laughed at that, breaking some of the tension, but still leaving the excitement at the same high level. Sheila was beginning to realize that they were not the first guests whom Ted and Angie had taken to the sauna.

Carefully, as if she had done it many times before, Angie soaped Ted's back, as and legs. Her hands were firm and supple as she worked the soap into his skin and muscles, and Sheila could feel her honey begin to flow.

This was great.

Then, when she was finished, Angie rinsed him off.

"Now do my front."

"You know that's against the house rules," Angie told him with a sly wink in Sheila's direction.

"Why?" Susan asked, a look of frustration and disappointment on her face.

"Wives can't do husband's fronts. Somebody else has to. Any takers?"

"I will," Susan grinned, climbing down from her perch. Angie looked at John to see if he would object; obviously she didn't know John. She was all smiles.

Jackie looked uncomfortable, but also intrigued, making Sheila feel that progress was being made on that front.

Susan began to soap down Ted's front.

Before she had made it halfway down his chest his cock begin to stir.

"Hmmmmmmm," he said, fighting back a grin.

"What's this?" Susan asked, pretending she didn't know what was happening.

"Don't know," Ted answered, watching his cock reach nearly full erection.

Susan was soaping in the area of his cock now, but she didn't touch it. It was still unclear to her what the ground rules were, but she was beginning to suspect that more was expected of her than just a scrub.

Which suited her just fine.

Still, she needed some kind of a signal from Angie that it was all right for her to go ahead and take care of his cock.

"Honey, you're missing something," the black-haired woman said, obviously as anxious as everyone else to see Susan take care of Ted's cock.

"Oh, is that a fact?"

Susan promptly let her soapy fingers find their way around his rigid shaft. Slowly, provocatively, she moved them up and down, covering his meat with the slippery soap.

"Mmmmmmm," Ted moaned.

Sheila, watching all this, was becoming turned on. She could feel the hot cream seeping out between her legs and she desperately wanted to plunge Ted's cock deep inside her hungry pussy.

Or, failing that, her own finger would do.

Suddenly she became aware of Angie smiling at her. She looked up, and as she did, the other woman gestured with her eyes toward Jackie.

Sheila followed her line of sight and was surprised to see Jackie leaning forward, her breasts heaving up and down, her eyes wide with excitement as she looked down at Susan working on Ted's cock.

She was making no pretense about it now; her hand was fairly flying up and down the slippery shaft, beating him off with a vengeance.

Sheila looked back at Angie, and was hardly surprised at all to see the other woman feeling her own tits, rubbing and massaging them, tweaking the big, erect nipples.

Sheila gave in and began to finger herself.

Susan was astride Ted on the bench now, both hands flying up and down his cock. The soap had practically all worn off now, and his tool glistened brightly in the light and heat of the room.

Suddenly Susan leaned forward and in a singe practiced motion took his entire cock deep into her soft, willing throat.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Angie moaned. She, too, was fingering herself now.

Jackie was just watching, but it was evident from the expression on her face and the way her breasts were heaving up and down that she was as turned on as the rest of them.

Up and down, up and down Susan drove her mouth on his meat. Each time it disappeared into her throat, she made a snail gurgling sound that Sheila found to be progressively more exciting.

Finally Ted began to groan.

"Make him come, baby… make him come!" came Angie's voice from above, throaty and full.

"Let us see it, Susan… let us see him come," Sheila chimed.

Susan responded by pulling her mouth reluctantly from his prick, then jerking him off once again with her hands.

Ted began to writhe wildly.

"Oooohhhh," he groaned, feeling the hot, sticky cum begin to bubble up inside him. He wanted to hold it back, making this exquisite moment last even longer, but he couldn't.

Susan's body glistened from her exertions, her small, firm tits bobbing up and down, her eyes never once leaving the huge prick below her.

Then it exploded.

"Aaaggghhhh!" Ted grunted as the first heavy wad of jism flew out of him and up into the air.

Then, when he was almost spent, she took him in her mouth once again, licking and sucking on his shrinking tool, feeling the smooth skin of the head, tasting his salty seed.

Finally she pulled up and off of him.

The room was silent.

His cum was all over his stomach now, hot and slimy in the heat of the worn.

Hungrily Susan leaned forward and began to lick the jizz. Finally, when it was all gone, she looked up at the others. Sheila and Angie both had their fingers in their cunts, while John and Philip had erections to match the one that Ted had had just a few moments earlier.

She smiled, a few traces of Ted's cum still glistening on her teeth and lips.

Jackie looked like she was in a daze. Her eyes were glassy, but her legs were spread wide as if she, too, had at least harbored thoughts of jamming her finger into her own pussy.

Then Angie caught Sheila's eye and silently climbed down off the bench.

Sheila followed her out the door.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Outside the sauna, Sheila looked at Angie and smiled. She knew that the two of them were about to share a most enjoyable time, and she was looking forward to it. Her cunt was as wet and juicy as it could ever be, and unless she was badly mistaken, Angie's was in much the same state.

But those tits!

Just looking at them now made Sheila's mouth water in anticipation. They jutted out from Angie's chest like twin peaks, each capped with a large, and exceedingly hard rosebud.

She wanted her.

"The bedroom's this way," Angie announced, walking off in the opposite direction. Sheila waited for a moment, watching the other woman's ass jiggle delightfully, then followed her into the bedroom.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when she saw the interior of the room. It was incredible; there were mirrors everywhere.

And the bed.

It was huge, circular.

"There must be room for eight people to fuck in that," Sheila laughed, indicating the bed.

"Six is our record. But I wouldn't mind trying for eight sometime," Angie said, smiling minxishly from where she sat on the edge of it.

"Let's fly for two right now," Sheila breathed, sitting down beside the naked woman. Her body felt clean and dry now, just the same way that Angie's looked.

"You're beautiful," Angie breathed, reaching out with her lithe fingers, letting them caress Sheila's tits with tenderness. Little currents of electricity shot through Sheila at this, and she pushed forward for more.

They kissed, and as they did, Angie's moist, warm tongue shot out into Sheila's mouth, darting about inside the warm chamber.

Sheila could feel herself beginning to absolutely melt. This was going to be phenomenal.

Now Angie took her head and, gently disengaging their lips, began to move Sheila's face down across her neck, and then her chest. When she stopped applying pressure, the young girl's blonde head was firmly implanted in the soft, billowing flesh of Angie's huge tits.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, beginning to lick the soft skin of the valley, marveling at the milky whiteness of the two orbs.

"Suck my… suck my tits," Angie whispered, and Sheila complied, it was all Sheila could do.

The nipples were huge to fit her lips over the entire bud. She had never imagined nipples so huge, and as they grew erect in her mouth her amazement grew.

She sucked hard on one and then the other. "Harder… ohhhh… harder!" urged Angie, rotating her shoulders to make her tits move, feeling them jump inside Sheila's hungry, eager mouth.

Sheila sucked harder.

"I can't stand it… can't stand it… eat me, Sheila… eat my cunt!"

Angie sank back on the bed now, her eyes closed as she anticipated what was about to happen to her.

Slowly, Sheila managed to pull her lips away from Angie's tits. She didn't want to leave them behind, but the thought of that sweet, honey-filled cunt waiting for her below was too great a temptation to pass up.

Besides, she wanted to please Angie.

Slowly, provocatively, she worked her way down, letting her tongue trace a wet pathway down across the silky flesh of Angie's stomach, finding its way eventually to the thick, dark bush that had so intrigued her in the sauna.

It intrigued her even more now.

As her lips first made contact with the wiry, black hairs she felt a pulsing shiver run through Angie's pelvis.

"Oooohhhhh… eat me… ohhhhh fuck… eat my juicy pussy!"

Even more slowly now, Sheila continued down, letting her wet tongue slip in and out of the forest of hairs, slipping down alongside in the sensitive crease beside the triangle, playing with the individual hairs.

Finally, when she was almost at the entrance to the older woman's pussy, Sheila pulled back.

"Ooooo… suck my cunt!"

Sheila only smiled, then just as carefully and deliberately as she had done everything before, she reached out with both hands and pulled back the thick, red lips of Angie's steaming pussy.

"Mmmmmmm, looks good enough to eat," she whispered.

Angie bit her lip in frustration.

Sheila began to blow on the exposed pussy in front of her. She could see the thick, creamy honey pouring out of it, and she wanted desperately to lick it, but she didn't.

Not yet, anyway.

She was going to get Angie so frustrated that when she did eat out the other woman, there would be no doubt about who was in control.

"Ooohhhh pleassseeee, Sheila," Angie begged, but Sheila would not relent.

Angie began to writhe, trying to shove her cunt all the way up into Sheila's face, but it was no use. The young girl was determined to do it her way.

She continued to blow on Angie's cunt, watching the wet red lips, feeling the excitement mount to almost intolerable heights within the other woman.

Then, when it seemed like Angie was going to explode without ever being touched, Sheila plunged her face down on her cunt, driving her tongue deep into the wet, pulsating folds of her pussy.

"Aaaagggghhhh!" Angie screamed in ecstasy, rushing currents of excitement flying through her body at the long awaited first contact.

Sheila, her face completely lost in the other woman's pussy, felt herself smile.

This was fantastic.

Curling her tongue, she slid it deep into Angie, then pulled it out, swallowing the thick, creamy honey that came with it.

Then she plunged it in once more.

Angie's cunt was alive, wriggling with a wildness that threatened to engulf Sheila's entire face.

Sheila loved it.

Both her hands were high above her head, fondling as much of Angie's tits as they could hold.

Below, not only was her tongue inside Angie's cunt, but half her chin as well. She felt like she had somehow worked her face inside a hot, bubbling vat of melted butter.

"Aaaahhhh… ooooo… yesssss… YESSSSSS!"

Suddenly, with practically no warning at all, Angie's cunt spanned, shooting even more hot honey out onto Sheila's eager, sucking mouth and face.

Sheila loved it even more.

Hungrily she fought to gobble every single drop of hot cream that found its way into her mouth, draining Angie at last dry of her seemingly inexhaustible supply of cunt juice.

Finally Angie's cunt stopped writhing wildly on the end of Sheila's tongue.

Sheila stopped licking, but kept her tongue where it was. She could feel the muscles of Angie's cunt contract rhythmically in the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Mmmmmmm…" Angie moaned, shifting her weight. "That was nice."

"Mmmmmm, sure was," Sheila returned, her tongue still lapping up the last drops of Angie's love honey.

Vaguely Sheila became aware that someone eke was in the room with them. Lazily she turned over and looked behind her, whore Philip was standing in the doorway looking uncertainly at them.

But if his face was uncertain, his cock was not.

It was rock-hard, sticking out from his short, hairy body with a forcefulness that demanded immediate attention.

"Angie, we've got company," Sheila said softly, smiling at Philip to let him know he was welcome.

Angie sat up.

"Philip!" she said with mock astonishment. "You've left Jackie all alone. Will she ever stand for it?"

"She's not alone. And she's not standing for anything right now. She's flat on her back."

"No shit! That's great!"

Philip looked uncertain.

"Come here," Angie beckoned. Philip walked forward, his eyes riveted on Angie's tits, while Sheila moved slightly to the side and out of the way. She had a feeling that the next few minutes were going to be Angie's show, and she was content simply to watch.

It would be worth it, she was certain.

Angie could tell that Philip had a fixation on her tits, she decided to make the most of it. After all, to suddenly have an uptight wife like Jackie end up horizontal in the sauna with two other men was bound to be something of a trauma.

I needed help.

She would give him exactly what he wanted.

Inside the sauna, Jackie had found herself beset with wildly diverging instincts and emotions during the five or so minutes when Susan was sucking Ted off.

Part of her was horrified to see someone doing what Susan was doing while other people were looking on.

Especially while she, Jackie, was looking on.

It was unthinkable.

But another part of her was getting as excited as she had ever been in her own throat, Jackie could feel her own cunt ooze hot cream out onto the wooden bench beneath her.

What was happening to her?

Was she becoming as perverted as these other people?

The question plagued her, but the fact remained that she continued to look on with fascination at the sight before her, and when Ted finally came, his hot cum shooting up into the air and all over Susan's face, Jackie felt like she was on the verge of coming herself.

But that was her biggest problem; she often felt like she was on the verge of coming, but she was never able to come.

Suddenly it occurred to her that tonight might be different; maybe tonight she could finally climax.

Why not?

She looked at Philip sitting beside her, his cock hard and smooth in the aftermath of Susan's and Ted's experience below them. He was always telling her that she was too uptight about sex; well, all right. She'd show him that she wasn't.

"John," she called out, a trace of shyness in her voice, "I think it's your turn now."

John looked at her in surprise.

Pleased surprise.

A moment later her wishes were about to become reality, as John stretched out on the bench that Ted had vacated.

But there was a difference.

Ted had started out lying on his stomach, so that at least the pretense of getting a back scrub had been preserved.

John started immediately lying on his back.

Jackie took a deep breath and, choosing not to look at Philip, climbed down until she had placed herself next to John's body.

Susan and Ted had left the room.

Philip quickly followed them, avoiding eye contact with Jackie.

She and John were alone in the sauna; Jackie found herself both relieved and disappointed when she realized that she would not have an audience such as the one that Susan had.

Relieved because it would be easier to lose herself in what she was about to do.

Disappointed because, for reasons which Jackie herself didn't fully understand, the prospect of being watched while she made love with John was, in itself, a turn-on.

She looked down at his flaccid cock. John looked up at her. He was suddenly aware that she was really a uniquely attractive woman. He didn't like redheads as a rule, but there was something about her that was exciting to him. Her tits were medium-sized but beautifully-shaped, forming perfect orbs that pushed forward delicately horn the rest of her body.

And her bush!

It was a dark, rich red triangle that scorned light now to be practically begging to have a big cock rammed up inside it.

He would be delighted to do just that.

But right now, more than anything else, he realized that she wanted to take the lead. He didn't understand why, but he knew enough to sit back and let her have her own way with him.

Not exactly a terrible fate.

Slightly nervous, but gaining confidence with each passing moment, Jackie began to move her hands up and down the length of John's body, forgoing the soap altogether, trying only to convey the sudden sensuality she felt as a result of what she had seen earlier.

It worked.

John's cock began to grow hard, slowly at first, but then faster as her lithe fingers came closer and closet to his midsection.

"Suck it, baby, suck it… wrap those pretty lips around it and suck my cock!"

Jackie felt a thrill run through her at his words, and complied by taking his meat in her hands and beginning to lick it. Slowly, carefully, she ran her tongue all over the entire shaft, feeling the smooth, warm skin and knowing that before long she would finish what she had started.

Then she took it into her mouth.

She almost gagged at first, but somehow she managed to take it all in.

"Nice, baby, nice," John whispered, thrusting up to make sure that he was as deeply buried in her throat as he could possibly be.

He was.

Then, feeling like more of a woman than she had ever been in her life, Jackie began to push up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her throat.

She loved it.

In and out, in and out it pumped, glistening brightly with all the juices that covered it.

Jackie could feel her cunt beginning to cream uncontrollably again, spurting sticky love juice that passed through her parted pussy lips and ran down the inside of her thighs in sticky rivulets.

She couldn't stand it.

She wanted to be fucked.

Without warning she disengaged her mouth from his cock and, in a single leaping motion, jumped astride him, ramming his meat deep into the wet folds of her pussy.

"Aaaacccckkkk!" she groaned as his meat smashed into her, driving all the way to the very last wail in her cunt.

"Fuck me! Fuck me… fuck… fuck!" she urged frantically, the words emerging from her lips in time with each of his wild thrusts.

John only thrust harder in response.

From below, he found himself transfixed by the sight of her glistening body bouncing up and down on his cock.

She was magnificent!

He could see her cunt engulf his cock, her thigh muscles straining in their exertions as she slammed down onto his throbbing meat.

"Make me come… make me come!" she pleaded, her eyes dazed with her passion. She had to come, had to! And she was going to. She could sense it.

There was a white-hot coal deep inside her, burning deep within her cunt, melting her and driving her onward at the same time.

With each thrust she could feel his probing meat slash deeper into her, and each time she responded with all the force that was in her legs, thighs and cunt.

She wanted him desperately.

John's eyes were locked on her cunt now. He could see the lips part each time his gigantic meat smashed into her, while steady streams of her milky cream ran down his shaft and into the thick, why hair of his crotch.

"Fuck me… dammit fuck me… harder, harder, HARDER!" she practically screamed, her hands flailing away at his broad chest.

The coal was consuming her now, glowing deep within her with a heat that made her practically jump into the air with each thrust.

It wouldn't be long now.

It couldn't be long now, or she would pass out from the combination of the room's heat and her own exertions.

Then finally she made it happen.

"Aaaaccccckkk!"

Her cunt dissolved, shattered, exploding into a thousand shooting, pulsating fragments.

John, who hadn't felt like he was even close to coming yet, suddenly felt his cock begin to throb and pulse as the contractions in her cunt practically drove him insane.

His jism shot into her.

Wildly, out of control, they heaved and thrashed, until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she collapsed onto his chest.

CHAPTER NINE

As Philip moved slowly toward Angie on the large round, bed in the bedroom, he had only one thought on his mind.

Angie's tits.

They consumed him. He couldn't take his eyes off them. He had never seen such big tits that were also firm and hard.

Angie could tell what he wanted, and she had no intention of denying it. Even though she had just achieved the wrenching, driving orgasm that she needed, she still enjoyed taking care of men in her own special way.

With her tits.

"Come here, Philip," she whispered as he stopped just short of her.

She readied out and pulled him gently forward, leaning backward herself until he was astride her, his knees even with her waist.

Even when she was lying flat on her back, her tits were huge, sliding practically into her armpits from the force of gravity.

Smiling, she reached up and began to fondle his cock, puffing up and down on the foreskin so that the head of his meat alternately appeared and disappeared from view.

Then she did what she knew he would love.

Leaning forward until she was halfway to a sitting position, she braced herself on her elbows and with her hands, pushed her tits together, engulfing his cock in the valley of her cleavage.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" he groaned, watching in disbelief as his prick disappeared between her soft, lush melons.

He loved it.

He began to thrust in and out, fucking her between her tits, feeling the soft mounds of flesh that clung so tightly to his cock while his balls bounced delicately and excitingly just below on her stomach.

Sheila, watching from the other side of the bed, couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never even imagined that what Angie was doing was possible.

Harder, and harder Philip pushed, smashing into the soft cushion that her milky tits provided, feeling more and more that he had finally found what was for him, the ultimate experience.

When he finally came it was an explosion that practically wrenched his head loose, so completely did it engulf him.

Angie, watching his cock fly in and out of her tits, could feel it coming, but even that wasn't enough to prepare her for the deluge of jism that landed on her chest and neck, bathing her in cum.

She loved it.

Again and again he smashed into her, spewing his seed onto her, bathing her in the sticky yellow substance, until finally, spent, he collapsed on top of her.

Angie just smiled.

Sheila, still watching, shook her head in amazement, then got up and walked quietly out of the room.

At the door to the sauna she paused, then looked inside through the glass window. Jackie and John had just finished fucking each other, with John lying atop her.

Sheila went on into the living room. Everything was beginning to take on a strange, unbelievable quality to her; nothing seemed quite as if it were concrete, real.

Then she saw Ted and Susan.

Unlike the others, they didn't seem to be finished with what they were doing. In fact, they seemed to be just starting.

The second time around, of comic.

Feeling like she was inevitably destined to be a spectator at a three ring circus, Sheila sat down quietly in a thick, overstuffed chair and watched.

Why not?

Susan was lying on a pile of fun and blankets, looking up at Ted. Both were unsated, but they weren't certain what they wanted to do next.

"Mmmmmmm," Susan cooed, rolling over momentarily onto her stomach, displaying her smooth white ass to Ted.

Ted suddenly knew what he, at least, wanted. She started to roll back over, but he caught her with his arm and held her when she was.

"Noooo," he whispered to her, "just stay where you are, baby."

"With pleasure," she agreed. Susan hoped he had taken the hint, and apparently he had.

He was going to fuck her in the ass.

She couldn't be certain, of course, but she just had the feeling that the sight of her smooth, white ass cheeks was too much for him to resist.

At least she hoped so.

She couldn't remember the last time she had gotten it this way; it was the one thing that John didn't seem to be interested in.

Well, it was his loss.

Ted bent down and brought his lips in contact with the soft flesh that was below him. It felt smooth beneath his lips, like warm velvet.

Being gentle at first, he traced light circles with his tongue, leaving a wet streak on her otherwise dry skin.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, shoving her ass a little higher up into the air, arching her back down so that it practically begged to be seen and taken care of.

Ted smiled.

Susan's hands were beneath her body, and silently she began to slide them down toward her pussy. She could feel them crossing her stomach, making their way into the soft, furry hair of her muff, and finally stopping at the wet, dripping entrance to her pussy.

She spread the lips, sensing that her clit was already beginning to swell in anticipation of what she was about to do to it.

Ted took both her ass cheeks in his hands and spread them apart, revealing the tight brown sphincter of her asshole.

He wanted it.

He would have it.

Slowly now he continued kissing and licking her, working his way across her cheeks, then down the warm, moist crack in her ass, until finally his lips were within a fraction of an inch of her willing hole.

"Yeessssss my asshole…" she urged, letting him know that she wanted him to continue. Her fingers were deep inside her pussy now, sliding about in the wet heat generated by the pulsing folds and fibers she could feel within.

She was ready for anything.

Suddenly his tongue darted out, licking the tight muscles that held her dark hole closed.

It wouldn't be closed for long.

She began to gyrate her hips in response to his ministrations, shoving back against the moist probe that she knew was preparing her asshole for what was going to come in the not too distant future.

She would be ready for it.

Then, with a force that made her groan with delight, his fingers spread open her asshole and his tongue shot inside.

"Oooooohhhhh!" she squealed as his tongue forced its way inside her.

In and out it plunged, depositing enough saliva to make her moist and slippery, ready for the pulsing meat that would take the place of his tongue as soon as she was ready.

Even thinking about it was enough to make his cock rise up and become rock hard.

"Ooooohhhhh, Teddddd, I want it… want it now!"

"Where, baby?" he taunted, pulling his head back and looking down at her dripping asshole.

"Up my ass… my tight, hungry little asshole," she replied, all the while driving her fingers in and out of her pussy. She could feel recognizable stirrings deep within her, and she knew that the combination of her own fingers in her cunt and his magnificent cock in her ass would send her straight to the bliss of a driving, shattering climax.

Ted had waited as long as he could stand it.

There would be no more waiting.

Taking his throbbing meat in his hand, he placed it at the entrance to her hole. Then he spread her cheeks wide, keeping his fingers next to the entrance he sought, until finally he was rewarded for his efforts by seeing the muscles relax and spread apart slightly, making worn for the tip of his cock to enter.

He shoved forward. She groaned, feeling his massive cock within the entrance to her asshole.

He could feel the tight muscles closing about his intruding cock, which only served to heighten his excitement.

He shoved forward again.

This time his cock moved in about an inch, so that almost half of it was inside.

With her fingers Susan could feel his bulging cock through the walls of her cunt.

It was fantastic.

"More… more!" she whispered hoarsely, forcing her muscles to relax so that he could get in further.

Inch by inch he penetrated her, forcing his cock into the dark brown hole, loving every second of it as the muscles within closed around his hungry rod. Finally, his eyes never once leaving the sight of his cock in her hole, he could see that he was completely inside her.

And could feel it as well.

It was as if there were a thousand rubber bands wrapped tightly around his cock.

He loved it.

Slowly now, taking his time, he began to rock back and forth, moving half an inch at a time as he pumped his cock in and out of her hole.

Susan was in heaven.

With her fingers she had brought herself to the precise point she wanted, so that when his cock exploded in her ass, she would be sent over the brink into her own orgasm, engulfing her just the way she wanted it to.

She was in control.

Harder now, he pushed his cock into the tight, dark hole. With each stroke he could feel himself coming closer to the moment he was waiting for.

Nothing could stop him now.

Then suddenly it happened.

His cock exploded, sending wave after wave of hot cum deep into her body, jolting both of them with a force that threatened to melt them.

"Aaaarrrrgghhhh!" Susan groaned as she felt him explode, and a moment later her cunt seemed to dissolve beneath her fingers.

Waves shot through her.

Bolts of electricity threatened to split her back in two, driving her through a series of wrenching, shattering released that finally left her gasping, face down, on the carpet beneath her.

Ted collapsed on top of her.

Across the room, Sheila looked on, an odd expression on her face. She wasn't quite sure what she thought about what she had seen.

Not just this.

The whole evening.

She was aware that she was the only person who hadn't been fucked, sucked, or otherwise taken care of, and she knew she was horny.

How could she help but be horny after what she had just seen.

But still, there was something wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew that somehow she wanted to get out of this place.

She began to get dressed.

CHAPTER TEN

Ten minutes later she knew what was wrong. It was Jim again. His presence seemed to haunt her, no matter what she tried to do. Why couldn't she get him out of her mind?

The answer was becoming obvious.

She loved him, but there was nothing she could do about it right now. Nothing at all.

She would have to wait, give the wounds time to heal, give herself an opportunity to get over the hurt.

Rut was that all there was to it? Suddenly she realized that it wasn't. There was much more to it than just that.

The thing that really bothered her, she suddenly realized, was not that they had broken up; it was the reason they had broken up.

Or, more precisely, the lack of reasons.

It had been simple frustration on his part; a frustration that she hadn't been able to understand at the time, but which she could understand now.

And only a week had passed.

She felt like she was going to cry for the first time since she had come to the mountains, but somehow she couldn't.

Dammit, get a grip on yourself! There isn't going to do a bit of good for anyone!

But it was no use.

And then suddenly she realized where all her thoughts were leading her. There was no question about it. Why hadn't she realized it before?

But was it too late?

She would never know unless she tried.

By midnight Sheila was showered, packed, and ready to leave. The only thing that remained for her to do was to write some sort of note to let Susan know what was happening.

Not an easy proposition, since Sheila herself didn't know exactly what was happening.

Still, she had to make an effort to explain what she was doing. After no less than five false starts, she finally managed to write a note that she could live with.

Dear Susan,

I don't know how to explain this, since it all sounds kind of crazy when I try to put it down in words. I guess the main thing is that I've come to realize, rather suddenly, that I have to at least try to make things work out with Jim. I don't know if he'd have me, so I may be back here in a day or two. At any rate, I'll definitely come back to visit, if nothing else. As soon as I know anything else, I'll let you know.

Love, Sheila.

It wouldn't win a Pulitzer Prize, but at least it was honest.

At the last moment she wondered if she was doing the right thing; maybe it would be better to at least sleep on the whole thing and then do something about it tomorrow.

But that was impossible.

Sheila knew that this was something that she had to do, and there was no use putting it off any longer than was absolutely necessary.

In a way, she enjoyed the long drive through the night. It gave her an opportunity to regain some of the equilibrium that she had lost in the previous twenty-four hours, and it gave her a chance to think about what she was going to have to face when she finally arrived at Jim's apartment.

She came to realize, with certainty now, that what she had learned about herself in the last week was really significant. She'd grown up quite a bit, and she knew that she had a lot more to offer Jim than the little college girl who had frustrated him so much he couldn't stand it.

But in the process of growing up, she had more or less gone past Susan and John. And Ted, Angie, Philip, and Jackie as well.

What they were doing wasn't really right for her.

Not that it was necessarily wrong for them. It was just that during the course of the evening she had come to realize that what they were doing just wasn't her style at all.

It might be right for them, though.

Sheila wasn't about to start judging other people now. That wasn't her style either.

It wasn't simply a matter of sex. In fact sex, in itself, was the major new thing she had to give to Jim as a result of this week.

Even as she drove along, the thought of finally getting to see Jim's cock, taking it in her hands and her mouth feeling him spurt his jizz into her body; all of these things were enough to cause a pleasant, expectant tingle to rim through her body.

Beyond that, the mere thought of taking her clothes off for Jim, letting him look at her nakedness, feel her tits and her cunt, was exciting.

It was almost dawn when Sheila pulled into the parking tot of Jim's apartment building. Once again she had an attack of uncertainty.

What was she doing?

It suddenly occurred to her that she was about to burst in on an unsuspecting Jim at seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. What if he didn't want to see her?

Or, even worse, what if there was someone else in the apartment with him?

The thought made her suddenly become very cold.

But she wasn't going to stop now. She had come too far to let any doubts or uncertainties keep her from making ft clear to Jim that she wasn't the same person he had left a week ago.

At least in one way.

At the door she paused, once again feeling panic rise up within her. But she forced herself to push the button and let the doorbell ring.

Since she was expecting it to take a long time for Jim to wake up and answer the door, she wasn't quite ready when the door swung open no more than five seconds after she rang the bell.

It was Jim.

He didn't look like he had been sleeping at all; in fact, he was dressed.

"Sheila!"

She didn't say anything; couldn't say anything, to be truthful about it. There was something in the way he was looking at her that let her know that this mad escapade hadn't been quite so mad after all.

"I'm sorry," she managed to choke out as she stumbled into his arms.

After that, everything rushed together in her mind, and she seemed to drift out of reality altogether for a while. Somehow, she managed to tell him everything that she wanted to tell him, while he in turn had much to say to her.

In the end, they found themselves in the bedroom, but much to Sheila's surprise they didn't make love immediately.

Instead, they fell asleep.

When she awoke, sometime later, much of the confusion that had gripped her when she entered the apartment was gone. She was in Jim's arms, and that was all that mattered.

She knew that now was the time to show him how she had changed.

The thought made her smile.

He was in only his underwear, while she was still fully clothed.

When had he gotten undressed? She couldn't remember.

Standing up, she looked down on him as he slept, taking in his features as she suddenly realized she hadn't done in a long time.

He was beautiful. Or handsome. But right now she thought he was beautiful.

There was a mirror beyond the bed, and as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, Sheila could see herself in it. Somehow, the sight of her body, emerging naked from beneath her clothes as she took them off, helped her confidence.

She was beautiful.

There was no denying it.

Her breasts, if possible, seemed to have matured in the past week. They were still full and firm, but somehow the girlish quality had left them.

The same was true of her face. She looked older somehow. Or perhaps it was just because she felt older.

Finally she was naked, her body proud and firm in the dim light that filtered through the curtains.

She turned to Jim.

He was lying on his back.

She climbed onto the bed beside him, running her smooth, cool fingers along the soft hairs that covered his legs.

He stirred, but did not awaken.

When she reached his crotch, she let her hands run lightly over his sleeping cock, feeling it beneath the cotton material.

It began to stiffen.

More firmly now, she rubbed it, still being careful not to awaken him any earlier than necessary.

It was almost completely erect when he finally opened his eyes. Below him, Sheila looked up to his face.

Jim couldn't believe it was true; this was almost impossible.

And yet he knew it wasn't a dream.

Silently, he lifted his hips up off the sheet, allowing Sheila to pull his shorts down until he was naked. Then he started to reach for her, but she motioned him to stay where he was.

"Let me do this," she whispered.

He had no complaints.

As she looked down at his cock, Sheila felt in control of both herself and the situation. Nothing could keep this from turning out the way she wanted it to.

Nothing.

Both her hands were on his cock, feeling it, massaging it, getting to know it at last. It was fully erect now, straining upward from his body as she moved her cool fingers along its entire length.

"Mmmmmmmm," Jim moaned, unable to contain himself at the combined sight of her body, naked at last, and his cock in her beautiful fingers.

It was magnificent.

Slowly now, she bent over, folding her lips around his tool, taking him at last inside her body. Smoothly, confidently, she took it into her mouth and throat, not hesitating, until finally her lips were buried in the thick hair of his crotch.

He shoved up against her.

She began to pump up and down.

Her hands were on his balls as she drove up and down on his shaft, taking it all the way in and then letting it slide almost completely out of her mouth.

"Oooohhhhh… I'm gonna come," Jim whispered, knowing that if she kept this up for another ten seconds he would explode in her mouth, and wanting to let her know to stop if she didn't want that to happen.

She didn't stop. In fact, if anything, she increased the tempo of her ministrations. She could feel his cock filling her throat, but she wanted to taste his cum.

And to feel it on her skin.

Suddenly his cock began to throb and pulse, shuddering inside her mouth. She responded by driving harder and harder down onto his mat, until suddenly it seemed to jump in her throat, pouring great wads of his jism out of the slit at its end.

She gobbled it down hungrily, suddenly not wanting to let a single drop escape.

None did.

It felt like he was a fountain spewing hot, sticky seed into her, spraying it against the back of her throat. Hungrily she ate it all, licking and sucking wildly on his shuddering, pulsing cock.

As it began to shrink she continued, focusing her attention on the smooth skin of the head, licking the sensitive membrane until at last there was nothing left for her to consume.

She looked up.

He was smiling. Then he leaned forward, taking her by the shoulders and pushing her back, down onto the cool sheets of the mattress.

They kissed, and as they did he could taste the last traces of his essence on her teeth and tongue. She had never kissed like this before, he suddenly realized, aware that whatever had happened to her had been almost monumental in what it had done to her.

He wasn't asking any questions.

Whatever she had done, the end result had been that she had come back to him, and that was enough.

His hands were on her tits now, feeling the hard, pink nipples for the first time. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening, and yet if it was a dream he didn't want to wake up.

But he knew it wasn't a dream.

Gently he disengaged his lips from hers and began the long journey down across her soft, naked flesh. She was so beautiful!

He stopped when he reached her breasts, and for a long moment he just stayed where he was, letting his lips and tongue take in the full, swelling softness of the milky mounds beneath him.

Then he took one of her nipples into his mouth, encircling the taut bud with his tongue, flicking it lightly as he felt it respond to his touch.

"Oooohhhh," she moaned, pushing the honey orb up against his mouth, trying to get as much of it inside him as possible.

This was heaven.

She wanted him to take her all the way inside him, to lick and suck and eat her entire body.

"Oh… ohhhh, Jim," she urged, not knowing what to say but knowing she wanted to say something.

His head was moving down now, going ever closer to the single place that, more than all the rest, was begging to be touched by his tongue – her cunt.

"Eat me, Jim, eat my cunt… my cunt!" she breathed, spreading her legs wide, feeling the cool air of the room as it fanned her steaming pussy.

Jim paused when his lips found their way into her soft, golden cunt hairs. But then he started moving again, unable to make himself wait.

Finally, at the entrance to her quivering pussy, he pulled his head back and looked, marveling at her perfectly formed, fragrant cunt with its finely sculpted, dew-covered lips.

With his fingers, he spread the lips apart, causing a fresh rivulet of cunt juice to spurt from her body.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes closed, her entire being lost in the sensations he was giving her.

Then suddenly Jim could wait no longer. With a quick movement he buried his face in her cunt, driving his hungry tongue deep into the wet, dripping folds of her pussy.

"Harder… harder," she urged, spreading her legs and shoving her crotch against his face.

He responded by driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her, devouring the honey that poured out of her.

From time to time his tongue flicked out and darted across her swelling clit, but for the most part he remained submerged in the hot, soft cave that she presented to him.

"Ohhhhh Jim… I love you so much… so much… I want you inside me… all the way in my cunt."

Had it not been a physical impossibility, he would have done so, driving his head all the way into her wet, willing cunt.

As it was, he suddenly rose up and in a single, driving motion, plunged his rock-hard cock deep into the wet folds of her cunt.

"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she moaned, reacting to the suddenness with which he took her.

But she loved it.

Wildly she thrust her crotch out against his shaft, lifting her cunt all the way off the bed in her excitement. Nothing could stop them now; they were going to come together just like they had been meant to do all along.

There was nothing else in the world for them now except his cock and her cunt. It felt like their bodies were merging, so complete was the unison of the moment.

"Ohhhhh… fuck me Jim… fuck me fuck me, I want to come with you!"

They were both beside themselves now, madly driving and thrusting into each other.

Finally, they came together in a smashing, jolting flood of cum.

"Aaaagggghhhh!"

It was as if the floodgates within each of them had suddenly been released, hot cum shooting out of their bodies, mixing, finally giving them the combined climax that sealed the revival of their relationship.

For a long time they lay still, neither having any words that seemed even remotely appropriate. Both were a bit shaken by the intensity of what they had just shared, but they were happy.

Very happy.

Sheila could never remember feeling this content in her life. She knew that she had done the right thing in coming back to Jim, and she was glad to know that he was willing to have her back.

More than glad; she was positively ecstatic over it.

But it was just the beginning.

There was so much for them to learn about each other, and today had been a good start. Tomorrow would be even better.

She knew she wouldn't be going back to New York. Not to live, anyway. So she might as well tell Susan; she owed that much to her friend.

She reached for the telephone.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Though the party went on almost to dawn, no one missed Sheila until everyone got ready to leave. Susan was the first to realize, somewhat drunkenly, that her roommate wasn't with them.

"Hey, where's Sheila?"

A search followed, but when it was clear she wasn't there everyone just assumed that she had gone on home alone earlier. Susan was mildly concerned by all this, knowing as she did that Sheila might possibly have been upset about something and not felt like she could interrupt anybody else to talk to them.

But that didn't prepare her for what she found when she got back to the apartment.

She read the note at least three times before she fully comprehended it. John didn't seem to care very much one way or the other, a fact which only made Susan feel worse. In the end, he stumbled drunkenly off to bed, leaving Susan alone in the living room.

Why did she feel so bad?

Susan couldn't figure it out. It wasn't as if the fact that Sheila was gone should really make that much difference to her.

But it did.

She couldn't go to sleep, even though she practically drove herself crazy trying. She felt empty.

And alone.

And jealous.

This last surprised her, but after she thought about it for a while she began to understand better why she felt the way she did about entire thing.

Sheila at least cared for somebody. Even if Jim wouldn't have anything to do with her when she got back, which Susan sincerely doubted, she could still get some comfort from the realization that she genuinely loved him, and that someday it might work out.

Susan had nothing like that.

John was nothing more than a good friend she liked to go to bed with. And the more she thought about it, the more she began to doubt that he even qualified as a good friend.

At last she drifted off into a troubled sleep, only to be awakened by the phone ringing.

"Hello."

"Susan?"

"Sheila! Where are you!"

"I'm with Jim."

"Oh."

"Listen, ah, I'm sorry I left the way I did, but it was just something that happened inside me. I can't explain it."

"That's all right."

"Thanks."

"Are you coming back?"

"To visit. I hope soon."

"Oh. So do I."

"I've got to go now. I just wanted to let you know that things worked out with Jim. I'll write you a letter this week and tell you everything. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Hey, I'm happy for you, Sheila."

"I'm happy for me too. Thanks a lot, though. I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah. Me too. I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Bye."

Content

Mark Smith
Virgin no more

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN