"Oooohhhhh… lick me… your tongue…" Merril responded by letting her wet tongue snake out lapping up one or two drop of Sue Ellen's hot cream.
She tasted the honey.
She liked it.
Now she began in earnest, burying her face in the sweet muff, losing herself in its incredible softness.
"Yesssss…" Sue Ellen moaned, rotating her cunt against Merril's face. Even though Merril had never done such a thing before, she knew what she was doing well enough to keep Sue Ellen from having any complaints.
Harder now, she drove her tongue in and out of the other woman's pussy.
"My clit… lick my clit… lick it now…" Sue Ellen urged, her fingers spreading the flesh and exposing her angry, swollen button. It was on fire, and she knew that she had to have something done to it.
Merril was last in a sea of wetness and flesh, licking and driving her tongue into the simmering I folds of honey-covered cunt flesh. Dimly she heard Sue Ellen's request, and she responded by letting her tongue occasionally dart out of the deep clinging cavern and run across Sue Ellen's clit.
Deep inside her hungry cunt, Sue Ellen was aware of a barrage of sensations sweeping through her. She knew that she was building toward a climax.
"Harder," she urged, guiding Merril's face with her hands.
As she continued to eat Sue Ellen's cunt, Merril let her hands slide up across the other woman's oil-slickened body until once again she had her fingers all over those magnificent tits.
It was this that sent Sue Ellen over the top.
"Yesssss… yesssss… ohhhhhh OHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSSS!"
Suddenly Merril's face was inundated in a shooting spasm of hot love cream. She licked it and sucked it, swallowing it hungrily, feeding her own frustration on Sue Ellen's orgasm.
Finally it was over.
Merril kept her face buried in the soft folds of Sue Ellen's cunt. Her lips seemed to fit perfectly against the cunt lips of the other woman.
But this wasn't the end.
It was only the beginning.
As Dr. Feschild finished explaining what was expected of all of them, Jim found himself wondering just who he would really like to get hooked up with for the next few hours. The obvious choice, Alecia, already appeared to be taken, and he was certain about Mavis, no matter how much she had enjoyed their afternoon fling, would be interested in finding out about some of the other guests.
Then his eyes lighted on Sybil, the vegetarian. She was obviously a rich bitch; there was no question about that. The combination of blue jeans and expensive accouterments, coupled with a certain apparent snobbishness, made that more or less certain.
She was also very nice looking, and right now that counted more than anything else.
As he began to talk to her, he realized that mast of his initial assumptions had been correct. But what he hadn't reckoned on was the virtually wanton aggressiveness with which she pursued him from the moment he started talking to her.
It took her all of three minutes to suggest they retire to one of the bedrooms.
There, she wasted no time in stripping off all her clothes and climbing into the bed, where she sat crosslegged in a lotus position waiting for him to join her.
"There's a certain subtleness about you that I like," Jim offered, holding his glass up to her as if to toast her.
"All I care about," she countered, "is whether you have a big, hard meat to stick right in here." She indicated her cunt. Her pussylips were spread wide apart, revealing the interior in all of its pink glory.
"Is that a fact?" Jim responded, a bit irritated with her. Didn't she have any sensitivity at all? Probably not, he decided. It had all been bred out of her.
Nevertheless, he didn't have to like her to want to fuck her. In fact in the present situation he found his anger feeding his passion. He determined to be as rough with her she pleased and teach her a lesson.
"Come on, take off your clothes," she taunted, "or an you afraid you won't have enough between your legs to satisfy me?"
"I don't know," Jim responded, secretly delighting in what was happening. He decided, for the moment at least, to pretend he wasn't sure of himself. "Maybe I'm not the right person for you."
"Christ," she groaned, "I hooked up with a wimp."
"Sorry," he stammered, "I didn't know what you wanted."
He looked at her body, and had to admit that it was a fine one. Beneath her sultry face, she had large, tits, with a slim waist and long, soft legs. Her skin was pale, almost ivory, contrasting sharply with the jet-black hair of her head and cunt.
"Well, shit," she said, "get yourself undressed before I freeze to death."
"All right," he agreed. But as he undressed, he turned his back to her, presumably out of modesty but in reality to shield his cock from her view until he was ready for her to see it.
"Oh come on," she complained, "I promise not to bite your little baby cock. For Christ's sake, this is ridiculous."
"I agree," he said suddenly, swinging around in a fluid motion so that she could finally see his huge cock, flopping between his legs like a horse's tool.
"My God!" she gasped. She had never seen anything like it in her life. Not even in her dreams, of which there had been plenty, had she imagined a man to have a cock like that.
"Now," he said, moving toward her forcefully. He suddenly knew that he wanted to take her without giving her any say in the matter at all. He was going to make her do it his way, and what she wanted didn't make any difference at all.
He was going to fuck her till he dropped.
"Listen to me," he said, his voice sounding harsh. "I don't like your smart-ass attitudes one bit. It stinks. Do you hear me?"
She nodded, never taking her eyes off his cock. It was incredible. And even as she watched, it was beginning to get hard…
"Who the hell do you think you an, anyway?" he continued, felling his cock and range grow greater at the same time. "What if I really did have a small cock, what do you think would have happened to me then? And what about your cunt? It looks pretty average to me."
He stopped. He could tell that he had her off balance, and he was trying to figure out what would be the best way to press his advantage.
"Open up your legs and let me see your fantastic cunt," he said sarcastically. In fact, it was pretty fantastic, but he wasn't about to let her know that.
Silently she spread her legs.
He moved forward, leaning on the bed at her side. His cock was fully erect now, and he could tell that she was practically terrified by the size of his tool and the violence of his disposition.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, hoping he wouldn't be too rough with her.
"Sorry – shit!" he answered venomously.
He rammed two fingers up her cunt.
"Ooowwwwwww," she complained, squirming on the end of his fingers like an impaled animal.
"Shut up, bitch! You've got a dry cunt. What's the matter? That's like a man not being able to get it up. What if I just ram my cock up in there right now; how do you think that would feel?"
Her eyes told him what she thought; it would be terrible.
"Suck it!" he commanded, indicating his cock. "And you better get it nice and wet, 'cause that's the only lubrication we're gonna have."
"But…" Then she knew it would do no good to tell him that she didn't think she could fit his monster into her mouth.
She knew she had to.
"Now suck it!" he commanded, holding his cock in front of her full, pouting lips.
He hated to admit it, but it felt good to treat a woman like this. Especially this woman. She deserved it, and even though none of this was really his style, he found himself enjoying the hell out of it.
Her lips were practically trembling as she opened them, tentatively letting her tongue come out and explore the vast expanse of smooth, purple skin at the head of his cock.