Sandy looked around over her shoulder. Wilma was sitting on the ground, staring, lick her lips. Even her cheeks shone with the juices from Sandy's pussy. She looked as if she were still savoring the flavor of a woman's pussy. Her knees were up. There was a dark, spreading stain of cum and cunt juice under her twat crack as Bill's load slithered out of her hole.
"Ohhhh, you're wasting it, Wilma!" Sandy cried, crabbing around on elbows and knees to hover over the girl's profuse bush. She put out a hand and pushed Wilma back, then scooped her hands under the full buttocks and lifted her cunt up so that it wouldn't drain onto the ground any more.
"I promised, Wilma," she said. "Ohhh, Bill come fuck my asshole while I lick your cum out of her cunt!" she moaned.
She dipped her head, waved her ass, and glued her mouth to Wilma's pussy, drilling her tongue into the sopping hole and swirling it around, scraping up all the juices and fluids coating her pussy walls.
"Yahg!" Wilma barked sharply, her eyes popping open. She looked down at the blond head buried between her thighs and put her hand on the back of it, even though she didn't need to hold Sandy there at all.
She watched Sandy draw back, her tongue extended fully. It snaked out of her cunt and drew with it a long string of jism that sagged toward the ground. She lapped it into her mouth and rolled her eyes.
"Mmmmm," she moaned dipping back for more.
Wilma looked at Bill over Sandy's back. He was on his knees, staring at the open ass, the licking tongue. He was jacking his hand up and down his slippery cock, trying to get the sagging thing hard again.
"Oh, Bill," Wilma said huskily. "She's going to make me come again." She shook her head in awe, her eyes slightly glazed. "Bill, I've never… I've never had my cunt sucked out like this! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey, I swear I am. Right ohhhh, I don't know why your prick isn't hard as iron right now, honey, because I'm going to come while she's begging you to fuck her ass, and ohhhhhh, watch me, Bill – watch me come! I'm going to come! Yes! Now! Ahhhhhhgh!"
Her eyes rolled upward. Her mouth fell slack. She tried to keep watching her boy friend because it was exciting to have him watch her come, but her eyes wouldn't stay open the last thing she saw was the way he was hunched up behind Sandy's ass, trying to cram his half-limp cock into her sucking, pulsing hole. Then there were bright stars that pounded across the backs of her eyes.
Bill put the head of his prick to the tight asshole and pushed. His prick doubled up and felt as if it would snap. He swore softly and tried again. He looked feverish about it. The harder he tried, the limper his prick became. Jacking it didn't help. He grunted and gasped and looked up at Wilma, and that was when he saw Frank and Vera, standing at the edge of the small clearing watching them.
"Aw, Frank," he groaned. "I can't get it up! Just when I've got the chance of a lifetime, I can't get this! God, this little twat's a fucking ball buster, man. Here – you fuck her ass. She's begging for it," He tried once more, watched his prick bend double, and sat back on his heels, looking terribly forlorn as his eyes riveted on the circling, winking, pulsing little asshole with the wet cunt lips pouting down underneath. He lifted his hands and let them falling a shrug, "She's all yours, buddy. I just can't hack it for a few minutes. Better get it while it's hot and still not for sale."
All the talking penetrated the lust swimming around in Sandy's head. She lifted her dripping mouth from Wilma's pussy and saw Vera. As usual, Vera was looking horrified and shocked and disgusted.
Mostly that, anyway.
She looked again and saw a slightly different expression on her friend's face. The violet eyes were a little too bright. The haughty tilt to her head wasn't the same. The lips weren't as compressed as they usually were. And maybe it was just because she didn't have a bra on, but the nipples stood stiffly out from the ends of her jutting tits and showed clearly through the white top. There was the hint of a dark, wet stain at the crotch of her red shorts, too.
Sandy took it all in and smiled happily and cutely at her friend. "Oh, Vera – do it! Live! Damn you, wake up and live!" She wiped cum from her chin with the back of her hand, ready to do anything there was to have her friend get fucked.
She held out her hand, beckoningly. Vera looked at her. Her lower lip trembled as her violet eyes taking in the scenes of lewdness before her – Bill's wet cock, Wilma's swollen pussy, Sandy's wet lips and chin. She was terribly conscious of Frank's presence beside her. She could almost feel his desire for her coming across the small space between them, and her virginal cunt tunnel squirmed deep inside and throbbed heavily.
She couldn't deny she was aroused this time. All the other times she'd watched Sandy be wanton and totally abandoned, she had felt nothing but disgust and revulsion for the animalness of it all.
But this was a time for change, and the changes were happening. Maybe with Frank… maybe if they were alone. Or maybe just with Sandy to help her.
But not with Bill Bast and Wilma watching. Not when it was so blatant and obvious. Not when Sandy was so pervertedly wanton and unrestrained.
She balled her fingers into fists of frustration at her sides. She sucked in her breath. She turned her head and looked at Frank, and it was odd that she wanted him so very much at that moment. Wanted to feel his arms around her and his body against hers and his cock sliding up and up into her virginal, yearning cunt.
"I'm sorry, Frank," she said softly, "I just can't. It… it's not you. I want you to know that. It's not you. If it could be anybody, it would be you. I'm sorry."
His eyes swept over her face. A small smile came to his lips – a look of disappointment but understanding.
"It's all right, Vera," he said quietly.
"Oh, Christ, Vera if you're not going to fuck him, then I will!" Sandy moaned, stroking at her pussy again. She hadn't heard a word that had passed between them. She'd only seen the shake of Vera's head. "God, I want a cock up my ass! Fucking into my asshole! Filling my butt with a flood of hot cum! Frank, if you don't get over here and show this limp-pricked pal of yours how to cram a girl's ass full of hard cock, then I'm going to come over there and climb your frame again!"
Vera looked at Sandy and nearly recoiled. "Oh, Sandy!" she cried, turning away, her eyes brimming with quick team.
"Wait!" Frank said, starting after her.
She crashed through the brush – back to the path and ran along it. He began chasing her, then stopped and sighed. He turned back twice, looking after her, then up the slope, going around in circles of indecision. He looked down at his crotch and saw the hard line of his prick and sighed again. He made his way back up the slope to the clearing, unzipping his pants as he went toward Sandy's beckoning ass.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, her eyes brightening cutely. "I need that hard cock! Come fuck my asshole with it!"
"You bet I will," Frank said.
There was a strange expression on his face, a kind of flat look. He pushed Bill out of the way and got behind her round, tight ass, looking down at the deep cleft between the smooth cheeks. He grabbed her hips and palmed the full cheeks open wide, displaying her pulsing, ready asshole.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Sandy moaned, waving her butt at him, like a red flag at a bull. "Stick it in there, Frank!"
He lifted his hard cock and put the tip against her asshole. He set his jaw and then rammed forward.
"Ahhhh, God! It's too dry! You're killing my ass! Spit on it, stick it in my cunt first – do something!"
Frank pressed ahead, pulling back on her hips at the same time. He felt the burning friction of her rubbery butt hole as it stretched painfully around the tip of his dry prick head.
"Hey, Cobb – what the fuck you doing to her?" Bast asked with mounting concern.