With one powerful fuck-lunge, Chuck plowed his big, heavily veined cock full length into Sara's cunt. He couldn't see her face, but that didn't bother him. The luscious, pale mounds of Abigail's ass as they squeezed down Sara's tits were enough visual stimulation to satisfy him. Besides, Sara's cunt was kneading and contracting around his prick, and that alone was enough to keep him more than interested.
Sara jabbed at Abigail's cunt with her tongue, wanting to bury the slithering, pink thing in her pussy as deeply as humanly possible. She was mouthing the dewy cunt crease with as much energy as she had sucked cocks in the past.
"Mmmmmmfft!" Sara moaned loudly for Abigail's benefit. She wanted the teenager to know that eating pussy was fantastic.
As Abigail chewed on Bill's undulating fuck stick, she reached down and toyed with a silken strand of Sara's hair. The multitude of emotions going through her senses was driving the girl ever closer to the absolute brink of ecstasy. Sara's tongue was tantalizing her pussy just the way she liked it, and it was especially erotic that a woman was eating her cunt. Also, the pounding prick that ovaled her lips was making her thirsty for a heady gulp of fuck cream. And Bill's fingers were manipulating her throbbing nipples, which added even more hot bolts of pleasure to the feverish teenager's body.
"Ummmmg! Ummmmg!" Abigail slurped, chewing on Bill's prick.
Her fist twisted around the cock-shaft, pumping hard and fast on the prick. Abigail could feel the energy rising in her body and knew that she wouldn't be able to hold her pussy juice back much longer. The excitement she felt was just too great to remain calmly sane.
Chuck was reaming Sara's juicy pussy with long, smooth, measured fuck-strokes. The wet sounds of his cock stabbing hard and deep into her cunt excited him. He held his upper body up, his arms straight down, flexed in a push-up position.
"Eat her pussy, Sara," Chuck groaned, fucking her luscious cunt with his prick. "I want to hear you eating her pussy!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! I love it! I love eating her pussy!" Sara cried, her face still trapped between Abigail's thighs. She caught the throbbing clit between her lips and nibbled on it. When Abigail squirmed, mashing her pussy down harder on her face, Sara knew that she was doing things right.
Bill felt certain that his cock was on fire. In Abigail's mouth it felt so hot his prick had to be burning up. As those strange thoughts flickered through his head, Bill's balls pulled up tightly to his body. He gasped, his orgasm catching him by surprise.
"Suck meee! I'm cumminggggg!" he howled, stabbing the brunette's willing mouth with his cock.
Abigail's fist kept Bill from forcing his cock-meat down her throat. When the eruptions started, she swirled his cum around in her mouth with her tongue, not wanting to miss a single drop.
The slick jets of cum blasted against Abigail's pink, slithering tongue. Cum gushed against the roof of her mouth. When Abigail's cheeks were billowing outward to hold all the cum, she finally swallowed.
"Mmmmmmm!" Abigail moaned, her sound a low, passionate sign of approval as she sucked on Bill's prick. She refused to let the cock slip from her mouth, even after he had pumped out all the salty fuck cream he had to give her.
Sara's mouth, cheeks and chin were wet with pussy juice. She writhed on the carpeted floor, tightening her cunt around the impaling cock that fucked eight inches into her fuck hole. A moment later, as a flood of girl-cum gushed from Abigail's cunt, her pussy was deluged with Chuck's jism.
Gasping, almost drowning on the girl-cum, Sara was shaken by her own climax. She sucked greedily on Abigail's pussy. Every nerve in her body was jolted as she tossed and turned, her ass-cheeks getting burned on the abrasive carpet…
"I can't believe. I actually did that," Sara said, smoothing a strand of Abigail's hair away from her face. She was stroking the teenager's head in her lap as they sat on the couch in the bar area.
Chuck and Bill had both dressed and left The Spa.
"You were wonderful," Abigail replied, turning her face aside to kiss Sara's nylon-encased thigh. "When you started licking my pussy, I thought I was going to die. And then when I started cumming, I didn't think I was ever going to stop."
"We've got to get Bernice turned on to this," Sara said thoughtfully. "She'll really blow her mind. Funny we should do it first. She's the wild one if you really stop and think about it."
Abigail twisted on the couch, resting on her front now. San's silky, creamy tits were near her face and he kissed one nipple. Then, closing her eyes and moaning softly, she caught the nipple between her lips and began sucking on it, very much like a child nursing.
Sara watched Abigail's red glossy lips moving slowly as she sucked on her tit. She closed her eyes and let a warm, satisfied feeling take complete control of her senses.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sara had dressed especially nice that afternoon. She had spent the entire day at The Spa and hadn't fucked or sucked anybody. Steve had made a pass at her and she had jacked him off, but other than that she hadn't done anything.
It was Sara's intention to check things out with her husband. Mike hadn't been a really bad guy lately and she was going to see him at work and ask if maybe he would like to go out for a romantic dinner somewhere – her treat. That, she decided, should make him happy. Aside from the fact that The Spa had provided a ready stud service to satisfy her long-suppressed needs, it had also served to make Sara and her two partners quite a bit of money. Though the membership at The Spa was low, the fees were high, which made for a hefty profit margin.
Sara felt uneasy when she stopped into her husband's reception room. Mike's secretary wasn't there. Pausing, Sara quickly surveyed the scene. Instead of checking in with one of the other secretaries, she stepped out again.
It wasn't easy but Sara managed – through bogus phone calls to the secretaries – to gain entry into the office without being seen. She peered into the conference room and found it empty. Pressing her ear to in husband's office door, she heard the sounds of passion inside.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, my darling! Fuck me, Mike!" The sound was faint, but loud enough for Sara to understand every word.
Sara marched straight to Tim's door and walked inside, not bothering to knock. Tim, who was reading an obscure volume on corporate tax structures, looked at Sara with a shocked expression.
"Sara! What brings you here?" he asked with a beaming smile.
After closing the door, Sara turned back to Tim. Her face was set in the grim expression of a woman determined to do something dangerous.
"I've come to see Mike," Sara said.
"Mike? I… ah… I don't think he's in the office right now," Tim said, stumbling over the words. "No, I'm sure he's gone. Had to go to the library downtown for something."
She peeled off the light coat she had worn. Beneath it, she wore a black dress that was cut so low in front her tits nearly spilled out. Her tight cleavage was an open invitation to any man's gaze. Though the dress came down to her knees, it was split up both sides nearly to her bikini panties. Whenever she took a step. Tim could see the clasp of her garter and the darker section of nylon at the top of the hose.
"Don't lie for him, Tim. You don't do it very well!" Sara put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, which caused an even greater strain on the V-neck dress. "DO you find me sexy? Huh? I've never dressed like this before. I bought it just for today – and just for Mike."
"Ah, Sara, are you sure you should be telling me these things?" Tim asked. He couldn't tear his eyes from Sara's tits. He knew her tits were big. With the size of Sara's tits, nothing – no matter how conservatively cut the garment was – would be able to hide that. But he had never realized her tits were that big, that delicious looking. "You've got an awful funny look in your eyes."