"Fuck her," Lu said, soon echoed by Bernice.
At this point, it would have been difficult to convince Vern that her scenario was illusory, for she wriggled about in her apartment, right on the floor, and could feel the men breathing on her, pushing their manly flesh against her.
The men's flesh was positively unctuous, lubricated with the secretions of their desire, beads of sweat, drops of sweat, engulfing them, making them swim in their own juices.
"Fuck her!" Bernice demanded more emphatically.
Encouraged, Monty brought down his frothy mouth to the environs of Vern's own oral orifice, gently parting her lips with his tongue, then pushing his own inside her mouth until she was ready to cry out in passion.
"Mmm, baby," he canted, "you know how to kiss. Where did you learn how to do that?"
But there was no time for chatter, no time to do anything outside of pure sex action – kissing, fucking, burning, churning, doing it – and doing it quickly.
"Ho, baby, do it," Monty said.
Bill was anxious to get into the action, so he took a remarkably ample portion of Veronica's tit inside of his mouth, sucking it inward, making it turn nice and pink, then red and crimson, straining the tender womanly tissues to the limit.
"Oh, oh, suck me, suck me all the way."
Veronica didn't want him to stop, didn't want him to do anything but make her go all the way.
Meanwhile, Monty took some definite moves to position the trio properly on the floor. Picture this scene: the man pushed Veronica on her ass so that she straddled across John, then finally stretched out on her marvelous buns, ready and expectant; John spread her legs, then pushed his nose up into her cunt, until he could smell her sweet pussy, then actually touch her inner folds, the red, wet, juicy portions of her pussy; meanwhile Monty took the top, moving slowly from the convoluted areas under her arms to the magnificent open planes of her abdomen and the mountainous sphericity of her melons.
John turned on his side, bringing Veronica over on hers, locking their hips together as Monty nestled on his side behind her: a triple sex sandwich.
Meanwhile, Bernice and Lu decided to get acquainted, rubbing their respective bosoms against each other and generally increasing their passion geometrically. "Oh baby," Bernice groaned, "do it to me, and rub my big, fat cherries." That was all the encouragement Lu needed, so she pushed her entire body against the ruby black woman, pressing her against the wood-paneled wall and crushing her huge spheres, just hard enough to drive her into a frenzy.
Lu and Bernice were quite a pair (besides each one having quite a pair). The dark and the light, the Mediterranean and the Nordic classic, the mysterious and the open hook beauty, Raquel and Marilyn, both posed side by side like two complementary halves, all that any man in his right mind would want.
But the men in this scene, created so aptly by Veronica, were kept quite busy and quite satisfied at the moment, laying together, squeezing their bodies into entwined beings, one organism; they were dead to the world. It was a sight to behold, first one hair buttocks, then the smooth contours of Veronica, finally another hairy ass and legs, surrounding the fair lovely. Monty turned about slightly until he was facing Vern, breathing right into her and able to slide his cock right into her dark slit as John held her buns from the rear, pushing them for ward as if to make her better able to accommodate the form, the massive shaft of Monty's cock. "Come on," John whispered, "give it to this girl, give all you got to this fucking sexy bitch."
Veronica's rotundity, in a positive sense, was something to behold, the most womanly shape, her hips curved almost inhumanly inward like the perfection of femininity, her breasts falling against each other, creating explicit, perfect cleavage. Monty couldn't keep his hands off that cleavage, pushing the breasts together, pushing them apart, licking the fat, full cherries until they were almost as erect as his very cock.
"Do it," she pleaded.
Harder he pushed, all the way inside.
Now that his stem was completely lost in her womanhood, he felt like her captive, as if he was hers to do with as she would. He brushed, licked, manipulated, kneaded, and contacted with every inch of her lasciviously molded flesh. He pushed against her with such force that he could feel his own pubic hair intermingling with Veronica's until it would have been difficult to extricate it. He felt his heavy balls become more excited, the thick skin covering becoming prickly, pushing his ball hairs upward and making him seem closer to some sort of orgasmic climax.
The other stud kept up his action from the rear, spreading her buns, pushing his hands around toward her front area, and downright scratching against her tits with his long, manicured nails. "Ow," she protested in surprise, but that didn't stop this demon, didn't stop him until he had pierced her skin and created a fine, thin red line which quickly evaporated due to its fortunate superficiality. He rested his long schlong inside of her ass crack, and could feel each time his friend thrust inward from the front, a beautiful sensation which made Veronica lurch backward, which, of course, like any action from the woman at that point, had a direct connection to the man's cock.
The trio created a potpourri, a medley of musical variations, with roulades, cadenzas, its own sense of cadence, fugue and canon. Monty was a virtuoso, a performer who had his instrument tuned perfectly; Bill was a fine trumpeter, and a piper, and a drummer, a flutist who could change the timbre of his instrument as quickly and as surely as a one man band. "Oooh," Veronica called out, "fuck me, you two fantastic studs."
Meanwhile, Lu and her friend continued to get acquainted. Bernice pushed Lu against the wall, then moved her hand downward slowly, first ascribing circles on her shoulders, pausing momentarily about the chest, then moving down to the real business, the fantastic cleavage and sack-like beginning of her tits, an area which she caressed with loving care, almost obsessional care. "Come on, Bernice," she said, "come and give it to me, give it to me good. I want you to stick your fingers right inside of me, all the way that they can go, because… I want you to… I want you to… make me… come!" Bernice was pleased. Bernice was pleased. After all, she'd been encouraged by the broad before, but never given the green light to such extent and degree, with such determination and abandon. So, she thought, you want me to fuck you huh, you want me to stick my hands in the inner side of your thighs, to move upward until I can feel the heat above, to cut right through your womanly hairs, to open your folds, and then to manipulate your womanly organs? You want me to do all that? Baby, you've got it.
The women were seething with passion, driven to nothing short of a white heat (a heat which was as intense as it was voluminous, all embracing as it was centered and well adjusted). When Bernice pushed her hand down to the triangle of her friend's pubics, she sparked another flame and drove the woman to yet a new level of excitation – another dimension to the experience – then she pushed just above the slit, flaming a caloric quantum, an incandescence within the woman's brain and her entire body. "Come on, baby," she pleaded, "all the way in and now… right now, baby, do it."
Now it was Bernice's turn to tease, and no one can tease a woman like another woman, for another woman, possibly having been in the same place, knows what it is that takes a female over the top, from the desperate heat of building, to the melting transcendence of melting orgasm. A lambent flame burnt within her partner, and Bernice knew it.
"Come on bitch," Lu began to plead, "do it, and now. I can't stand it."
"You really want it, don't you?"
"Come on, come on!"
Veronica loved this part. She loved to orchestrate a passionate scene between women, loved to be in complete control. True, she knew none of it was real – one glance at the electric dildo which was all but overheated at that point told her that – but it felt real, in her torrid cunt, in her tits, and she began to feel that that's all that counted. She continued with her play, and began to drive the women to even higher heights of passion.