Rhonda had succeeded in driving Sally completely out of her mind with lust. As she ate Sally's cunt, she would alternate between running her tongue lightly over the entire length of her juicy, swollen gash, gnawing at her erect, throbbing clitoris with the sharp edges of her teeth, rolling her tongue around the oozing, palpitating entrance to her cunt hole and then pushing the entire length of her tongue up her hole and swishing it around the sides of her vaginal walls.
Neither were her hands idle. After kneading the ripe, fleshy cheeks of her ass, she then wet Sally's asshole with saliva and promptly slammed two fingers deep into that rectum.
Sally groaned with pleasure and did the same for Rhonda after raising her ass slightly off the bed. Small gasps and grunts came from her throat and then Sally began murmuring obscenities, as she struggled to reach her climax.
"Oh shit! Rhonda, fuck me… fuck you! Eat me, God, suck my cunt. Oh, your tongue is so good. Stick it deep into my pussy. Suck the juice from my twat. Oh, God, baby, shit, shit, suck it. Suck my cunt! Oh, do me, do me, suck it, lick it, kiss my pussy, my cunt. Oh, Jesus, eat me good. Make me come, please, I can't stand it anymore! Suck the come from my twat. Oh, God…"
Rhonda began slamming her fingers extra hard in and out of Sally's ass, and at the same time she worked her tongue faster inside her swollen, juice-filled gash.
Sally was panting like a bitch dog in heat as she tried to come, and at the same time, make Rhonda cream.
Sally took her tongue from Rhonda's hole and replaced it with three of her fingers pumping in and out. At the same time, she sucked her clitoris, throbbing with lust, into her mouth and gently bit down. It must have done the trick. Suddenly, Rhonda screamed as the spasms of her climax ripped through her body, drenching Sally's hand with her warm, slimy love cream. Sally's body was bucking and thrashing from the ministrations of Rhonda's slithering tongue and digging fingers. It seemed like it was taking her forever to reach that blissful point of orgasm. She was grinding her cunt against Rhonda's face, trying to make her body erupt with its climax.
It seemed as if the air was being forced from her lungs as she struggled to breathe. Her stomach was churning, aching from its efforts. She could feel the tensions building inside her body… but they seemed so far off.
Suddenly, it seemed as if everything rushed in on her, all at once. Before she even had a chance to cry out, her body exploded into a million fragmented pieces. The room was caving in on her and bright lights and colors seemed to be flashing across her eyes.
The contractions of her vagina seemed to be turning her body inside out, every which way. Screams of ecstasy erupted from her throat as the convulsions of her climax continued, sending her hot, scalding, slimy come pouring from her hole and soaking, drenching Rhonda's face beneath her. Rhonda closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the warm ocean of cunt cream spewing onto her face, smothering her in its warmth.
When it had finally ended, Sally lay on the bed, stunned, dazed, completely paralyzed. She hardly knew what had happened. All she knew was that Rhonda was laying beside her, her face completely covered with her outpouring of cream. After a few minutes, they got up from the bed and took a shower, washing the sweat and smell of sex from their bodies. They took turns slowly soaping each other's body until they were both once again clean and fresh-smelling.
When they were rinsed off, Sally turned off the water and they got out of the shower. They dried each other with a couple of soft, extra large bath towels. Wrapping the towels around their bodies, they walked from the bathroom into the living room where they fixed some breakfast. Over bacon and eggs, Rhonda said, "Sally, try to be home tonight. An old friend of mine is going to be stopping over and I'm sure we'll have some fun."
After breakfast, Sally went into the bedroom to get dressed. Twenty minutes later, she was on her way to the agency. When she arrived at Cora's office, she received her assignment and she was off.
The assignment turned out to be unproductive, which in Sally's language meant that there was no sex involved; no fucking, no sucking, no nothing.
The photographer was a reasonably young guy who had her pose naked with her legs spread and her cunt showing for all the world to see, but all he talked about the whole session was his wife and kids.
After the session was ended, Sally dressed while he filled out her voucher. Handing it back to her, he thanked her and then she was gone.
It was just as well that she didn't have any sex during the day, on top of the morning's activities with Rhonda. She remembered what she had said, about an old friend dropping by that night and she wanted her cunt to be in good shape for the event.
When she arrived back at the apartment, Rhonda was out. Fixing herself a drink, she sat down in front of the television and made herself comfortable.
An hour later, Rhonda walked into the apartment. "Oh," she said when she saw Sally, "If I knew you were going to be home so early, I would have waited for you and we could have gone shopping together. Here, how do you, like this?"
Opening the package she carried, she showed Sally a new hostess gown that she had bought. It was a deep purple and was meant to be worn without anything underneath.
"Well," she said, "how do you like it?"
Sally whistled under her breath. "I'll tell you one thing. If I were a guy and saw it, you wouldn't be wearing it for long."
Rhonda smiled. "Tell me what you would do."
Sally knew what Rhonda wanted to hear. "If I were a guy, I would first rip it from your body. Then, I would get, undressed. My cock would be hard, and standing straight out. I would force your head down and make you suck my prick for a minute and then I would carry you into the bedroom, throw you down on the bed and spread your legs wide apart. I would look at your cunt for a moment and then I would bend down and suck it. After that, I would fuck you until you couldn't walk, your pussy would be so sore. That's what I would do."
"Mmmm, I like that," Rhonda said, smiling.
"I thought you would," Sally replied. "By the way, tell me about this guy coming over tonight. What's he like?"
"Well, his name is John Smith; at least that's what he calls himself. He's about forty-seven or forty-eight. Real nice-looking too, and he's got a cock that you wouldn't believe. I swear it goes from your cunt almost to your throat, at least that's the way it feels. I don't know where he's from, he just comes into town every once in a while on business and he gives me a call at the office. I hope you'll like him."
"Well," Sally said, "if he's as good a fuck as you say, how can I help but like him."
That evening, Sally and Rhonda were all decked out in their most seductive clothes, with Rhonda wearing the new outfit she had bought that afternoon. While they waited for him, Rhonda went on to explain that the guy was a regular pervert; that he dug everything, every way and that there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for them and that Sally should feel free to satisfy her most erotic desires.
"Don't worry," Sally said, "I plan to."
At nine o'clock, the front doorbell rang. "You go answer it," Rhonda urged, "he's not expecting anyone else but me."
"All right," Sally said, "I can't wait to see what this guy looks like."
Walking over to the door, Sally had a big grin on her face. Opening the door, she said, "Hi, John baby, can't wait to get your cock in my mouth!"
Suddenly, Sally's mouth dropped open. The man on the porch, John Smith, was her father!
For a moment, John Smith was speechless. Finally, he managed to find his voice. "Sally!"
Sally didn't know what to say. "Daddy," was all she could manage. After the sudden shock, she regained her composure; "Why don't you come inside. I'm sure Rhonda would like to see you."