He hadn't just been bragging, Sharon conceded; he really did know how to fuck a girl's cunt. What she liked best of all was that he was so brutal about it. When she closed her eyes, she could almost believe she was being violated against her will. It was the way she loved to feel while she was being fucked, and she surrendered to it completely, pretending to herself that she was bound hand and foot, a cruel gag in her mouth, utterly helpless, at the mercy of a crazed rapist.
"Rape me!" she cried. "Tear my cunt out!"
"I'm trying, baby," Tom grunted, and redoubled his efforts. "Jesus, what a fuck!"
She lay panting, writhing, legs clamped so tightly around Tom's body that her thighs ached, turning her head from side to side, digging her fingernails into Tom's back.
For ten long, glorious minutes she was conscious of nothing but the steady pounding of hard, hot meat in her burning cunt. It was somehow as if there were nothing else in all the world but her cunt and Tom's prick.
And then the incredible feeling in her cunt began to spread throughout her body, and she knew she was going to cum. She tried not to, because she was afraid her orgasm would trigger Tom's – which meant the fucking would be over. But she couldn't help herself, and suddenly she came with such force that she almost blacked out with the sheer ecstasy of it.
Still, she had enough presence of mind to cry, "Take it out, Tom! Quick! Take it out of me!"
But she was too late. The feel of her spasming cunt muscles on his cock had been too much for him, and he began to cum, his sweat-wet body rigid and quivering, his gouting cock embedded in Sharon's cunt to the very root.
Sharon felt the hot jism splashing against her womb and came again and again, her orgasms only seconds apart, overlapping one another, building in intensity until she thought she was going to explode.
And then, slowly, the orgasms became less and less violent, and at last they were over.
She and Tom lay in each other's arms for a full minute, savoring the afterglow of their fuck. Then, reluctantly, Tom crawled off her and swung his legs over the side of the bed, where he sat, trying to catch his breath, his cock glistening with cum and Sharon's juice.
"What a fuck," he said dazedly. "What a Goddamn terrific fuck. I never had anything like it. Hell, I didn't even know there was anything like it."
Sharon smiled and sat up, cross-legged. "I feel the same way about it," she said, taking the pillow case off the pillow. "You were right, Tom – I'll never forget it." She spread her pussylips with her fingers, so that Tom's cum would run out of her cunt faster, and sponged herself with the pillow case until she was sure her cunt was empty. Then she tossed the pillow case aside and moved over to sit on the side of the bed beside Tom.
"How about a little fuck, Tom?" she said, laughing.
He smiled at her weakly. "Stop teasing," he said. "Leave me to my memories."
"I'd like to clean your prick."
"What?"
"I'd like to lick it clean for you. Do you mind?"
"Do I mind? God, no!"
She leaned over his lap, pursed her lips, and began to lick the cum and cunt juice from his cock. When she had it all, she took the head in her mouth and moved her lips along the shaft until they touched his pubic hair. His cock was half-soft now, and she had no trouble getting all his meat in her mouth. When she had sucked the shaft clean, she lifted his balls in the palm of her hand and licked them until they were free of cum and juice. Then she noticed that a drop of fluid had formed in the eye of his glans, and she licked it away with a flick of her tongue.
"There you are," she said as she stood up. "All ready for the next girl."
"Which will be you again," Tom said.
She laughed and walked over to where she had left her handbag. She felt relaxed and carefree, as she always did after multiple orgasms, and as she began to comb the tangles from her hair, she began to hum to herself, watching Janie and Steve going down on each other on the couch. They were lying on their side, in such a position that Sharon had a clear view of Steve's tongue as it darted in and out of Janie's delectable little slit.
Sharon watched Steve's spearing tongue with envy, wishing that it were her own tongue in Janie's cunt instead of his. The pink-and-red folds of Janie's labia looked delicious and an enticing flow of cunt juice had laved the smooth white globes of her ass and the even whiter skin above the tops of her sheer black stockings.
But Sharon had to admit that, for a man, Steve was tonguing the young girl very well indeed. Not, of course, that any man could hope to suck a girl as well as another girl could suck her. Girls knew all the little thrill centers in their own cunts, and therefore knew exactly where and how to use their lips and tongue. Still, men did have certain advantages. For one thing, their tongues were thicker and longer; for another, men had more strength and endurance.
Her mouth watering from watching Steve tongue-fuck Janie, Sharon tore her eyes away to look at Harry. He was still sitting in his chair, holding a can of beer, stoically pretending to be completely oblivious to everything around him. There were three more empty beer cans on the floor by his chair, which meant that he had made further trips to the six-packs while Sharon had been too busy fucking Tom to notice.
It was such a touching sight that Sharon felt her heart go out to him. How awful it must be for him, she reflected as she noticed the erection that raised the fly of his pants like a tent. There the poor man sat, going quietly mad because of his ridiculous inhibition about fucking and sucking while anyone was watching him.
She put her comb back in her bag, set her bag on the floor, sleeked her stockings again, and walked over to him. It was high time that Harry joined the festivities, and she was determined to see that he did.
"You haven't fucked me yet, Harry," she said. "Don't you want to?"
He glanced up at her, then away. "I can't, I told you," he said. "Not in front of everybody."
"That's silly. Of course you can."
He took a long drag at his beer. "No dice," he said.
"But it's more fun when somebody's watching, Harry. I love to have people watch me suck and fuck. And look at Steve and Janie over there, sucking away like crazy. It doesn't bother them a bit. And Tom – well, you saw how little difference it made to him. What's wrong with you, Harry?"
"I just can't do it, that's all."
"Harry, I want you to fuck me. Right now."
"No." He finished his beer and put the can on the floor. "Stop giving me a bad time, okay?"
He was sitting in a low, armless contour chair. Sharon leaned over him, as if she were going to kiss him. Then, before he could guess what she was up to, she sat down in his lap, facing him, her nyloned legs straddling him.
"Hey, what the hell?" Harry said.
"Well, at least you can kiss me, can't you?" she said, and leaned forward to glue her mouth to his, meanwhile inching her ass up his legs until she felt the bulge of his prick against her cunt.
Harry didn't respond to her kiss at first, and it was several seconds before she was able to draw his tongue into her mouth. But once she did, and began to suck it, he put his arms around her, and she knew that she was on her way.
As she sucked the slippery, hot meat, she surreptitiously dropped one hand down between her legs and felt with her fingertips until she located the pull-tag on Harry's zipper. Then, as she sucked his tongue as hard as she could to divert his attention, she slowly unzipped his fly. The next second, his cock was in her hand, and the second after that she was pushing the head between the lips of her cunt. Then, throwing her arms around him, she let her ass sink down slowly, impaling herself on his prick.
Harry pulled his tongue from her mouth and started to struggle. But she held him tight, bouncing her ass up and down, fucking him, and soon he stopped trying to push her off his lap.