Sara's thighs were warming Steve's ears as he buried his tongue as deeply as possible into her dewy, honey-sweet pussy. He devoured her hot, juicing crease, dragging his thick tongue through the hairy petals of her cunt until he reached her clit. Then he would lash at the throbbing, pulsating little bud of tantalized flesh and Sara would squirm under the intense pleasure.
Sara moaned as she accepted Steve's prick time and time again into her hungry mouth. She let him fuck her face and found the experience of not being in total control more than a little erotic. There was something special about knowing that she was giving extraordinary pleasure to a stud that found her so inviting, so attractive, that all the other women in the world were eclipsed.
"Ummmmg! Ummmmg!" Steve slurped as he tongued Sara's cunt.
Sara used her lips and tongue to make Steve's prick a huge cylinder of throbbing, unyielding cock flesh. She squeezed and chewed on the cock with her lip, letting her tongue scrape and flick along the ridge of the cock-head. Whenever the hotly sucking blonde felt the prick-meat pulsate in her mouth, she cooed lustily and squeezed the firm cheeks of Steve's ass in her hands.
As Steve lashed at Sara's slick, delicious cunt with his tongue, he shoved a finger into her pussy crease. Then, once his finger was wet from her hot cunt oil, he rubbed firmly but gently at Sara's tight asshole.
"Mmmm!" Sara crooned when she felt Steve probing her tight, virgin asshole.
Bernice had told her what it was like to have a stout prick fucking deep up her asshole, and Sara wasn't particularly interested in trying it herself. Especially not with Steve's enormous fucker! But whatever Steve wanted, Sara was going to give him. Resigned to this, she tried to relax. And the next thing she knew, Steve's finger was fucking deeper and deeper into her ass.
As he finger-fucked Sara's asshole, Steve's excitement grew… and his prick grew accordingly. The huge fuck-pole had never been bigger and he pistoned his hips faster, reaming the blonde's clutching, milking lips with greater urgency.
Sara was beginning to get nervous. She loved sucking Steve's cock more than anything in the world. But he was fucking her mouth deeper than she had taken it before and her throat was protesting the brief but repeated invasion of his cock-head. Opening her eyes, she saw his cum-laden, plump balls descending toward her as his cock-meat rolled over her tongue.
Steve was unaware of how deeply he was skewering his lover's mouth. All he knew was that her pussy tasted delicious, and that his cock felt like he had stuck it in a very sexy oven that warmed and massaged at the same time. He finger-fucked Sara's tight asshole faster, stabbing his finger into her until his palm was pressed hard against the crack of her luscious, taut ass.
When the cock-head was barely splitting her lip, Sara inhaled quickly, filling her lungs with air. Her mountainous tits billowed out, mashed against Steve's stomach as he pressed down upon her.
She willed herself to relax and when the cock-head came charging down at her again. Sara felt the fleshy prick-head strike the back of her mouth. But the prick didn't stop there. It continued on, fucking into her throat, stretching the virgin tissue. She felt her body react, fight against the cock-meat that crammed her throat and cut off her breathing.
No! she thought. I mustn't stop him! Steve must have whatever he wants!
Involuntarily, Sara's body bucked, her thighs opening then snapping shut around Steve's head. When the cock was pulled up, taken out of Sara's throat, she exhaled and inhaled quickly, mentally preparing herself for another jarring invasion.
This time when the cock fucked down forcefully, Sara took it more easily. By the third invasion, she gulped Steve's prick down to the balls without any trouble.
Once Sara could take Steve's prick deep-throating her without pain, she began pulling his ass down, wanting him to fuck her face. She thrashed in the grass, bucking under Steve's bulky, muscular body, raising her face up to meet his downward fuck-plunges.
"Ummmmmm!" Sara gasped, the sound coming from deep in her chest before being silenced by Steve's big prick. As he fucked his cock-meat straight down her throat, his hairy balls flopped over her nose.
Catching her fiery clit between his lips, Steve nibbled gently as he fingered the blonde's bung-hole. His cock fucked up and down like a piston, fucking Sara's mouth roughly. He could feel her lust-hardened nipples digging into his stomach, the billowing tits a warm cushion to his weight.
The peak of ecstasy was reached by Steve and Sara at almost the same time. First Sara's body was racked by the spurns of orgasm. Her pussy juice streamed out in waves, only to be licked up by Steve's frisking tongue. Then, even while she continued to toss and turn in the throes of climax, Sara felt Steve's cock-head throb in her throat as jism jetted straight down. She swallowed cum feverishly.
When it was over, Sara didn't want to let Steve go. She liked his heavy weight on top of her, crushing her to the ground. Nursing gingerly on his shrinking prick, she finally let it slip from her mouth with a wet smacking sound.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Sara pushed Steve off her, spinning to a kneeling position in the grass. She found herself looking at all the guests and at her two friends, all of whom had obviously watched the sixty-nine action.
"Bernice!"
"Bravo, I say! Bravo!" Bernice continued, clapping her hands together. "You always have been able to do me one better!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The week went well at The Spa. Abigail had gone to her husband's office and, once again, caught him fucking his personal secretary. To her surprise, it didn't bother the eighteen-year-old wife. She watched her husband fucking his prick into another woman with a kind of personal detachment that left her feeling numb.
When Abigail showed up late at The Spa on Friday, she was certain only of one thing: that she was going to fuck and fuck and fuck until she was too tired to fuck any more. She didn't say anything to Sara or Bernice about it. For the young brunette with the tight, compact body, the rage she felt was tempered only by the fact that she could play the cheating game just as well, if not better, than her run-around husband.
Abigail stepped into The Spa and checked out the men standing at the bar. Chuck and Bill were nursing beers, their bodies glistening with perspiration after a hard workout. Sara was behind the bar, waiting to bring them anything they ordered.
"Hi, boys," Abigail said, her voice a seductive purr as she sat down on the only other stool. "How's it going today?"
"Fine, just fine," Bill replied.
He looked at Abigail and didn't try to hide the intent of his wandering eyes. She was in a slinky red dress that did more to show off her fine, almost delicate curves than it did to hide them. The lushness of her ripe, young tits and the smooth taper of her crossed thighs made his prick swell in his shorts.
"Hi, Abigail," Sara said. "How come you're late?"
"I had to stop at the office. A depressing experience if ever there was one. How about a beer, eh?"
"Sure thing." Sara left to get Abigail a beer from the refrigerator. She didn't know what was bothering Abigail, but she did notice that something was definitely wrong with her. She couldn't put her finger on anything exact that was different, but the change in the teenager was unmistakable.
Abigail sipped her beer thoughtfully, talking casually with the two men. When Bill boldly reached out and squeezed her tit, Abigail simply closed her eyes and let the warm tingles of desire seep from her nipple through her body. The young brunette still hadn't fucked or sucked anybody with Sara or Bernice watching.
"How come I hardly ever see you around?" Bill asked as he rubbed Abigail's tit.