Sheila could feel herself beginning to absolutely melt. This was going to be phenomenal.
Now Angie took her head and, gently disengaging their lips, began to move Sheila's face down across her neck, and then her chest. When she stopped applying pressure, the young girl's blonde head was firmly implanted in the soft, billowing flesh of Angie's huge tits.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, beginning to lick the soft skin of the valley, marveling at the milky whiteness of the two orbs.
"Suck my… suck my tits," Angie whispered, and Sheila complied, it was all Sheila could do.
The nipples were huge to fit her lips over the entire bud. She had never imagined nipples so huge, and as they grew erect in her mouth her amazement grew.
She sucked hard on one and then the other. "Harder… ohhhh… harder!" urged Angie, rotating her shoulders to make her tits move, feeling them jump inside Sheila's hungry, eager mouth.
Sheila sucked harder.
"I can't stand it… can't stand it… eat me, Sheila… eat my cunt!"
Angie sank back on the bed now, her eyes closed as she anticipated what was about to happen to her.
Slowly, Sheila managed to pull her lips away from Angie's tits. She didn't want to leave them behind, but the thought of that sweet, honey-filled cunt waiting for her below was too great a temptation to pass up.
Besides, she wanted to please Angie.
Slowly, provocatively, she worked her way down, letting her tongue trace a wet pathway down across the silky flesh of Angie's stomach, finding its way eventually to the thick, dark bush that had so intrigued her in the sauna.
It intrigued her even more now.
As her lips first made contact with the wiry, black hairs she felt a pulsing shiver run through Angie's pelvis.
"Oooohhhhh… eat me… ohhhhh fuck… eat my juicy pussy!"
Even more slowly now, Sheila continued down, letting her wet tongue slip in and out of the forest of hairs, slipping down alongside in the sensitive crease beside the triangle, playing with the individual hairs.
Finally, when she was almost at the entrance to the older woman's pussy, Sheila pulled back.
"Ooooo… suck my cunt!"
Sheila only smiled, then just as carefully and deliberately as she had done everything before, she reached out with both hands and pulled back the thick, red lips of Angie's steaming pussy.
"Mmmmmmm, looks good enough to eat," she whispered.
Angie bit her lip in frustration.
Sheila began to blow on the exposed pussy in front of her. She could see the thick, creamy honey pouring out of it, and she wanted desperately to lick it, but she didn't.
Not yet, anyway.
She was going to get Angie so frustrated that when she did eat out the other woman, there would be no doubt about who was in control.
"Ooohhhh pleassseeee, Sheila," Angie begged, but Sheila would not relent.
Angie began to writhe, trying to shove her cunt all the way up into Sheila's face, but it was no use. The young girl was determined to do it her way.
She continued to blow on Angie's cunt, watching the wet red lips, feeling the excitement mount to almost intolerable heights within the other woman.
Then, when it seemed like Angie was going to explode without ever being touched, Sheila plunged her face down on her cunt, driving her tongue deep into the wet, pulsating folds of her pussy.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" Angie screamed in ecstasy, rushing currents of excitement flying through her body at the long awaited first contact.
Sheila, her face completely lost in the other woman's pussy, felt herself smile.
This was fantastic.
Curling her tongue, she slid it deep into Angie, then pulled it out, swallowing the thick, creamy honey that came with it.
Then she plunged it in once more.
Angie's cunt was alive, wriggling with a wildness that threatened to engulf Sheila's entire face.
Sheila loved it.
Both her hands were high above her head, fondling as much of Angie's tits as they could hold.
Below, not only was her tongue inside Angie's cunt, but half her chin as well. She felt like she had somehow worked her face inside a hot, bubbling vat of melted butter.
"Aaaahhhh… ooooo… yesssss… YESSSSSS!"
Suddenly, with practically no warning at all, Angie's cunt spanned, shooting even more hot honey out onto Sheila's eager, sucking mouth and face.
Sheila loved it even more.
Hungrily she fought to gobble every single drop of hot cream that found its way into her mouth, draining Angie at last dry of her seemingly inexhaustible supply of cunt juice.
Finally Angie's cunt stopped writhing wildly on the end of Sheila's tongue.
Sheila stopped licking, but kept her tongue where it was. She could feel the muscles of Angie's cunt contract rhythmically in the aftermath of her orgasm.
"Mmmmmmm…" Angie moaned, shifting her weight. "That was nice."
"Mmmmmm, sure was," Sheila returned, her tongue still lapping up the last drops of Angie's love honey.
Vaguely Sheila became aware that someone eke was in the room with them. Lazily she turned over and looked behind her, whore Philip was standing in the doorway looking uncertainly at them.
But if his face was uncertain, his cock was not.
It was rock-hard, sticking out from his short, hairy body with a forcefulness that demanded immediate attention.
"Angie, we've got company," Sheila said softly, smiling at Philip to let him know he was welcome.
Angie sat up.
"Philip!" she said with mock astonishment. "You've left Jackie all alone. Will she ever stand for it?"
"She's not alone. And she's not standing for anything right now. She's flat on her back."
"No shit! That's great!"
Philip looked uncertain.
"Come here," Angie beckoned. Philip walked forward, his eyes riveted on Angie's tits, while Sheila moved slightly to the side and out of the way. She had a feeling that the next few minutes were going to be Angie's show, and she was content simply to watch.
It would be worth it, she was certain.
Angie could tell that Philip had a fixation on her tits, she decided to make the most of it. After all, to suddenly have an uptight wife like Jackie end up horizontal in the sauna with two other men was bound to be something of a trauma.
I needed help.
She would give him exactly what he wanted.
Inside the sauna, Jackie had found herself beset with wildly diverging instincts and emotions during the five or so minutes when Susan was sucking Ted off.
Part of her was horrified to see someone doing what Susan was doing while other people were looking on.
Especially while she, Jackie, was looking on.
It was unthinkable.
But another part of her was getting as excited as she had ever been in her own throat, Jackie could feel her own cunt ooze hot cream out onto the wooden bench beneath her.
What was happening to her?
Was she becoming as perverted as these other people?
The question plagued her, but the fact remained that she continued to look on with fascination at the sight before her, and when Ted finally came, his hot cum shooting up into the air and all over Susan's face, Jackie felt like she was on the verge of coming herself.
But that was her biggest problem; she often felt like she was on the verge of coming, but she was never able to come.
Suddenly it occurred to her that tonight might be different; maybe tonight she could finally climax.
Why not?
She looked at Philip sitting beside her, his cock hard and smooth in the aftermath of Susan's and Ted's experience below them. He was always telling her that she was too uptight about sex; well, all right. She'd show him that she wasn't.
"John," she called out, a trace of shyness in her voice, "I think it's your turn now."
John looked at her in surprise.
Pleased surprise.
A moment later her wishes were about to become reality, as John stretched out on the bench that Ted had vacated.