He yanked her panties entirely off, basking his eyes in the sight of her jet black pubic surprise. She sported a perfect "V" which dominated her lower portion, an area which looked all the more attractive the way she charmingly pushed her legs together and made him want more than anything to have her spread, to expose her beautiful pussy so he could get a nice whiff and even better, a terrific taste.
John moved down. Soon she was on the floor, sitting on her buns, propping her body up by her elbows, her knees flush together. John took a hold of those knees, one in each hand, and pushed them slowly apart. At first, he could see only half-way down her legs, then further, until a portion of her magnificent pussy was visible, then more, until she could be seen in all her splendid, crimson, juicy, sexy glory. She was a nymphet, no doubt, a veritable Goddess of sensuality.
John opened his mouth slowly. That's the way Veronica chose to picture it: a slow-motion, almost painful sequence of lips parting, of tongue slowly moving outward, of body lurching forward, of busty Bernice spreading her legs as far as they would go, of John finally making ecstatic contact with her womanly inner tissues.
"This is too much," Veronica said to Monty as she noticed the kind of action which was taking place.
"Oh, yeah, she's known for her talents if you know what I mean. But I think you could give her a run for her money. Ever make it with a broad?"
"Not quite like that one."
"Well, knowing this bitch the way I do, I can tell you that she'll be plenty hungry herself after your boy's feast – not that he's not giving her a nice little treat – but you know, the girl's got quite an ap petite."
"Do you think she'd like to make it with me?"
"I've seen her make it with chicks who looked a lot less talented than yourself. Sure, I saw the way she looked you over, the way she eyed you on top and on bottom, the way she caught sight of that fabulous turning of your hips as you walked across the room. That's the real go-ahead."
Complimented, her confidence boosted, Vern said, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what'll happen, won't we?"
Just then, the bitch started to moan out, obviously overcome with John's technique, his oral action sucking, taking her beyond the bounds of propriety and into the hinterland of animal lust, the jungle-like craving of a desire gone beyond all civilized restraint.
She looked like she'd do anything to keep him going, that she was beyond all limits of restraint.
"Come on baby, suck my cunt, suck my fucking cunt."
Vern liked to see her language degenerate – and that's why she orchestrated this entire fantasy sequence in such a manner – because it added to the abandon. Her theory had it that if you scratch the surface of the most civilized, high-brow broad, you can find a raging animal, foul-mouthed animal just underneath, waiting to be released from the imprisonment of clothing and manners. Bernice was at that point searching a way to enhance her al ready mounting frenzy. She settled upon Vern and gave her one of those visual green lights which says, come over here you bitch, and suck my tits, feel them all over, do it to me the way this guy's doing it down below.
Almost hypnotized, Veronica walked over, aware of the weight of her own jugs, but aware even her endowments were not quite up to this bombshell's. She pushed her head downward until she was able to feel the woman's spheres with her chin. They felt marvelously firm, but not hard, in tact, but not lifeless, just the right mixture of soft and hard, pliability and durability.
Within a few more minutes, Bernice was almost at the point of a big "O". Hut that would be no problem. She was so sexed, so fired up, that she was good for multiple orgasms, for many sprees as she brought one guy and one broad after another to the point of ultimate excitement as they would be barely able to keep up with her. She must have been a bottomless pit of sex energy, Veronica thought, and she wondered if it related to having such a dynamite body. Probably not, she thought. After all, drive like this has to do with physiology, metabolism, nervous system and most of all psychology. It was just glorious coincidence that this bitch looked every bit as torrid as she most likely felt.
"Come on baby, do a real number on me."
With that bit of encouragement, Vern lowered her head all the way, stuck out her tongue, and felt the tip of Bernice's huge, erect nipple. It sent chills down our girl's back, exciting her no end. Veronica, who had rarely gotten a chance to suck tit, found the opportunity ultimately exciting, the perfect beginning for a real sex party. She could observe that Monty was being driven crazy by such action. He already had his clothes off and was sitting and watching with a huge boner, his cock grown to gigantic proportions, his face flushed with a sex blush.
Veronica knelt down and really got down to business. She kneaded the flesh of the huge tits, pushing them together, then apart, up and down, intermittently sucking and tasting the salty, sinuous skin of breast flesh, the best flesh.
"Suck them bitch," she said.
With that Veronica, who was well endowed herself, pushed her own knockers in the woman's face, an action which did not go unheeded. Now that the man was concentrating on Bernice's lower legs, Vern was able to straddle her, feeling her soft midsection make contact with her own soft pussy, encouraging the contact by pushing down harder with her weight. Basking in the sensations, Vern pushed her back down until her tits met Bernice's, breast to breast, nipples to nipples. Then she pushed into the woman's chest harder, until it was almost a contest to see whose tits would stay firmest under the onslaught, whose endowments had the most durability.
But at the very least it was a drag. They both stayed firm, and both ached for more.
"Come on bitch," she said, "you call that pressure."
With that, Bernice drew Veronica even closer until the woman thought she might push through the woman's very skin, but the effect was fantastic. Feeling completely absorbed in her own passion, entirely taken away by the excitement of it all, Vern just went with it with entire abandon. Meanwhile, the man below was not idle, and for that matter, Monty had difficulty merely staying at the sidelines. Monty came over and stuck his huge cock right in Veronica's line of vision. It was a difficult choice, two options posed in front of her, two almost perfect tits, and one, almost perfect cock. But decisions must be made quickly in an orgy, and Veronica decided upon a little jaunt back to heterosexuality, standing up with more than a little difficulty, but quickly getting into the swing of excitement with Monty who whisked her off to the comfortable corner of a large couch.
"Hope you liked the little movie."
"Yes, most unusual."
"What did you like the most about it?"
"Honest…"
"Of course," he interjected.
"I was really turned on, really turned on," she repeated for emphasis, "by one girl getting it by two guys."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, there's something really fantastic about seeing two guys going crazy like that."
"Do you think two guys are twice as good as one?"
"I think so, but you know, the way to learn… is by experience," she interjected.
Within seconds, Veronica imagined herself surrounded by Monty and Bill, both men desperate to get at her sensual body, determined to get at her, and lathe her with their passion. There is no embroidery of the tale to stress that the men were livid, almost mad with desire, pushing Vern almost brutally to the edge of the couch and then on the floor.