As Cynthia shot her load, Jim licked madly at the juices spilling from her swollen, split gash. When her orgasm ended, Cynthia put her arms around Jim's neck. "Oh baby," she said, "what a beautiful cunt-lapper you are. I don't think anyone has ever eaten my twat the way you did. Maybe your cock is small, but your tongue sure makes up for it." After that, she kissed him and then got up to dry out her cunt.
Dave was still lying on top of Sally's soft body. Both were breathing easy now.
"Oh, Dave, I feel so…"
"So what?" Dave asked.
"So fucking nice," Sally continued. "I feel like I could keep fucking all night long with anyone who had the strength to fuck."
"Fine with me," Dave said, "but you'll have to find someone with a little more strength than I've got."
Nobody spoke for a moment or so. Sally was tired, but the urge to fuck was so strong that she found herself looking around the room, hoping to find at least one hard on that was capable of giving her just a halfway-decent fuck.
No such luck. Everyone in the room was exhausted. No one wanted to fuck her. Well, she thought. Maybe I ought to rest too. And she did. Closing her eyes, she fell deep asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Next morning Sally's cunt felt as if it had been run through a meat grinder. Little by little, the events of the past evening began taking shape in her mind; from the start of the evening when she had smoked some hash, all the way to the end when she had been fucked by practically every guy there.
Seated on the toilet, she sighed as the hot piss poured from her still swollen hole and splashed into the bowl beneath her ass.
Just as she was about to shit, the front doorbell rang. Getting up, she walked to the door.
"Who is it?" she called.
"Avon calling," a female replied.
Forgetting for the moment she only had a towel wrapped around her luscious body, Sally opened the door and invited the saleswoman in.
Sitting on the couch, the woman said, "I'm Jean Waters, your area Avon representative. I've brought some very special items with me today that I am sure you will be interested in."
She bent down and opened her case to display a number of cosmetic preparations. Bringing up one of the smaller bottles with her, she turned to Sally and said, "I just know that you'll find this delightful."
Sally noticed Jean nervously licking her lips every few seconds and felt tension building in the pit of her stomach.
Opening the bottle, Jean poured a drop of the cream on her finger and slowly, lightly began to massage it into Sally's throat area.
"Now," she said, "doesn't that just make your skin feel wonderful?"
Sally closed her eyes, her heart racing. "Yes," she said, "That does feel nice. Sooo nice."
Knowingly, Jean put a little more of the lotion onto her fingertips; but instead of rubbing into Sally's throat, her hand moved lower until she was pressing against the part of Sally's boobs exposed over the towel.
Small moans of pleasure escaped from her throat as Jean excited her. Her hand had moved under the towel to cup the full roundness of Sally's right tit. Sally moaned louder as she felt Jean's fingers pinching the erect bud of her nipple.
A pair of soft, womanly lips pressed against hers and, before she could do anything, Jean's tongue was thrust into her mouth, licking at every area she could reach.
Body rising with passion, Sally responded to the kiss by plunging her own tongue against Jean's, tasting the warm sweetness of her saliva.
Abruptly the towel was pulled from Sally's body and she felt Jean's hands grasping at the two lush mounds of her boobs, kneading the soft flesh and squeezing at the hard, throbbing nipples until Sally was practically screaming with lust.
Jean's tongue left Sally's mouth and began lapping at the white flesh of her throat. Lower, and lower she went until her mouth was at Sally's quivering boobs.
Sally whimpered hoarsely as she felt the wet tip of Jean's tongue licking lightly at the pink, puckered areola surrounding the hard tip of her nipple. She was being driven mad, but she loved it.
Jean's mouth moved further down Sally's body, licking at the soft flesh of her stomach, dipping into her navel, and then moving slowly down to the hair-covered patch of her pussy.
Oblivious to everything but the sensations she was experiencing, Sally pulled her feet up onto the edge of the couch and then spread her legs as wide as she could.
The pink meat of her vagina was glistening with the load of secreted juices. At the bottom of her new acquaintance's gash, Jean could see the hole palpitating with excitement.
Bending down, Jean placed her face close to the swollen cunt and breathed deeply, letting the odor fill her nostrils. She spread Sally's outer lips with her fingers and placed the tip of her tongue inside Sally's vagina and ran up the entire length of the nice, hot, juicy snatch.
Sally groaned as she felt the hot, wet tongue licking her cunt, lapping at the juicy, slimy meat. Jean found Sally's erect clit and wrapped her tongue around it. Sally, was crying out with lust as her belly writhed in agony and her ass scraped back and forth on the couch.
As Jean frantically tongued her clit, she had three fingers racing madly back and forth inside Sally's cream-filled piss hole. Faster and faster, her fingers moved, to bring Sally to her climax.
"Oh faster, faster," Sally cried out, struggling to come. "Oh shit, please God, do me, do me. God, tongue my cunt, harder, harder… fuck me, fuck me. Oh, your fingers are so good. I can't stand it. I'm going to come… I'm going to come."
The whole room seemed to be shaking as her body rocked with the orgasm, sending torrents of her hot come spilling into Jean's sucking mouth.
When it ended, Sally fell back against the couch, groaning and sighing with delight.
When she eventually opened her eyes, she found Jean sitting next to her, completely naked, legs spread, fingers buried deep inside her own cunt.
As Jean fingered herself, Sally bent over to kiss the salesgirl's mouth. Taking Jean's hand, the freshly finger-fucked Sally led the woman into the bedroom where they lay on the bed whereupon Sally, crawling between Jean's legs, placed her mouth against the wetly pink crack of her visitor's cunt.
Jean squirmed with delight as Sally delved deeply into the hotly moist, liver-lipped hole, tasting the thick, rich cream that oozed out.
Short, hot moans came from her guest's throat as Sally began to tease the erect clitoris with her tongue. As she ate Jean's cunt, Sally's hand moved under her new friend's buttocks where Sally's index finger lightly moved up and down the long crack of Jean's ass, until at last she found the small, puckered asshole. Wetting her finger with saliva, Sally then went back to Jean's shitbox and slowly inserted the sucked finger until she had it up Jean's anus to the hilt.
Cunt-lapping, Sally ran her finger in and out of Jean's asshole with the same rhythm as the lapping tongue, sending thrills of pleasure through Jean's body.
Cries of pleasure escaped her throat and Sally tasted the thick come as it oozed from the depths of the suckee's cunt before pouring hotly into her thirstily waiting mouth.
As Jean's orgasm ebbed, Sally unfingered Jean's asshole, the smell of shit on the digit exciting them all over again.
After lying there for a few minutes, Jean went into the living room. Sally didn't follow her.
When Jean returned, Sally almost burst out laughing: strapped around Jean's waist was a rubber cock that had to be at least a foot long. As she walked toward the bed, the whanger bobbed and dangled obscenely lifelike in the air.
Climbing onto, the bed again, Jean moved between Sally's legs, positioning Mr. Dildo at the entrance to Sal's apprehensive cunt.
Yet juices were oozing thickly inside that hole at the thought of actually getting fucked by another woman. Sal felt the massive rubber tip of the cock pressing against her snatch.