Chapter 5
"I'm afraid you aren't going to get what you're so desperately trying to get, Sandy. Not right away, anyhow. You learn damned fast, I will say that."
Sandy somewhat reluctantly stopped sucking along almost the entire length of Howard's jutting cock and lifted her head. Her jaws were getting a little tired and she figured that she had been laboring for at least ten minutes.
She had been sucking faster and faster, burying her nose in the brown, curly pubic hairs on each downward motion, clamping her lips and twirling her tongue around the blood-engorged cockhead each time she lifted. She had also been getting a little desperate in her attempt to make the sperm spurt. She wanted to find out if she would enjoy the ejaculation as much as she did the sucking.
She knew that she had been awkward at first, not really knowing what to do with her tongue, having to adjust to the sensation of feeling the glans actually penetrating her throat, but it hadn't taken her long to get the swing of performing fellatio. She had almost gagged the first few times she had taken the pulsing prick deep, but she had quickly gotten over that and had just as quickly learned how to relax her throat muscles.
Howard hadn't touched her and his hands were clasped behind his head. Sandy had also put one hand on Howard's testicles, fascinated by the way the balls slipped around in their protective sac under her fondling and squeezing fingers.
"Why don't you get on and take a ride, Sandy? I'll save the stuff for you."
Sandy had been staring at Howard's thrusting cock and playing with his heavy balls, steaming hot herself, but intending to resume her sucking. She wanted the experience of having his cock exploding in her mouth more than she wanted to be fucked. She doubted that he would get another hard-on, but she had figured that she could always finish herself off with her fingers-if he didn't volunteer to do so with his mouth and tongue.
Howard's words pleased Sandy very much, as they promised that she would have a chance to suck him all the way off, be fucked again by his hard joystick and also be able to try another position. While moving to straddle his body and his poking organ, using one hand to steady the stiff column and do the guiding, she excitedly revised her thinking somewhat. She would be the one doing the fucking!
Lowering, impaling herself, thrilling to the sensation of again having the hard cock slipping into her clinging, juicy cunt, Sandy moaned with pleasure. She went right on down until her pubic hairs mashed against Howard's, his hard cock entirely embedded, then slowly lifted until only the swollen crown was enclosed in her clinging cunt.
She repeated the slow up-and-down movement again and again, thrilling to the delightful sensation, freely meeting Howard's passion-filmed eyes, glad when he moved his hands from behind his head and grasped her throbbing titties. She quickened her fucking motions when his fingers began stimulating her hard, elongated nipples.
Sandy began rotating her ass, hunching forward and backward, from side to side, then forward again, causing the rigid rod to slide against her stiffened passion-button. Soon she began cumming, convulsive spasms seizing control of her body and she was dimly aware that she was doing a crazy little wriggling dance on and around the stiffly thrusting shaft.
Before Sandy had completely recovered, Howard told her that maybe she had better hurry if she hadn't changed her mind. She quickly lifted her quivering cunt from his throbbing cock and walked backward on her hands and knees.
Seeing her secretions glistening on the jutting organ, she thought about grabbing the towel off the couch, but Howard lifted his ass inches from the carpet. So, afraid she would be too late, as well as being curious, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the wet cockhead and about two inches of the slippery shaft.
Laving the crown with the flat of her tongue, sucking the hard flesh, Sandy decided that her own juices didn't taste bad at all. She felt Howard's hands on her bobbing head, his fingers entangling in her hair, but it didn't detract from the exciting sense of power she was experiencing and enjoying.
"You had better get ready for the deluge, Sandy!"
Sandy had felt the slight expansion of the throbbing cock. But she wasn't quite prepared when the organ jerked erratically and shot out gobs and gobs of hot semen. She couldn't lift her head because of Howard's clutching fingers. He also thrust upward, driving his spurting shaft deep and she had to swallow to keep from drowning.
She managed to gulp all of the thick and sticky cream down, though and was thankful that she didn't mind the taste. The tangy taste was quite pleasing, really and she sucked the very last drop from the swiftly softening cock.
Howard removed his digging fingers from her scalp and Sandy rested her cheek on one of his thighs, letting the limber organ slip out of her mouth. One of her hands was still cupping his drained balls. God, but she had really turned into a wicked and wanton slut, she thought. She didn't even want to lift her head and meet the eyes of the owner of the limp cock she had just sucked to a spurting finish like a madwoman.
"I hope I didn't get too rough with you, Sandy. I forgot that this is new to you and kind of got carried away. Marcialikes for me to hold onto her head like that. Most women do, actually and I hope you aren't having regrets. All you have to do is face the fact that you enjoyed sucking a cock, accept that fact and maybe even start looking forward to the next time. I don't mean with me, especially not today, but with the other men you're sure to want and need from now on."
Sandy lifted her head and met Howard's friendly eyes. He smiled and she forced one of her own. She didn't think anything she had done would bother her all that much if money wasn't involved. She got to her feet in silence, then asked if there was another bathroom she could use to freshen herself.
Howard gave her directions and Sandy was glad she didn't have to go through the bedroom with all the mirrors. She also hoped that Nadine would soon be ready to leave the luxurious apartment. She kind of dreaded facing her sister because of the lesbianism she had witnessed, but she mostly didn't want to chance being in bed with Marcia again. The blonde might not think there had been enough action for the money and Sandy knew that she could no longer trust herself where any form of sex was concerned.
Sandy gathered up her clothes and took them with her. Howard had gone to the bar and he didn't say anything, so Sandy figured there wouldn't be any more sex. She rinsed her mouth at the washbasin and used a washcloth to freshen her lower body, deciding she would wait until she got home to take another bath. She dressed, ran a handy comb through her hair, then went back to the living room.
Howard and Nadine were standing at the bar having a drink. Nadine had dressed and Howard had put on a robe. Howard asked Sandy if she wanted a drink, she told him that she didn't and Nadine said that Marcia was going to take a nap.
Nadine finished her drink, told Howard she would see him around and he thanked her for bringing Sandy. "And thank you for coming, Sandy."
"It was my pleasure," Sandy said, unable to think of anything else to say, thinking that she might as well try and be a good sport about the whole deal.
Howard chuckled. "I think your sister is going to be just fine, Nadine. No matter which road she decides to take, I mean. Now I guess you can let yourselves out while I go join Marcia for a refreshing nap."
Sandy and Nadine left and there wasn't a word spoken until they were out on the sidewalk. "There's a cab stand just a couple of blocks from here," Nadine said. "I'm anxious to get home and take a nap in preparation for my appointment this evening. I guess you won't object to a little rest yourself."
"I'm not sleepy," Sandy said, not really all that tired either. She could understand why Nadine would want to rest before going on another job, though. "I guess whoring isn't all a bed of roses, Nadine."
"The only way to get money without some work being involved is to inherit it, Sandy. You handled yourself very well on your first job, honey and I'm proud of you."
"I'm not proud of myself and it was my last job as a whore."
"Suit yourself," Nadine said. "You had fun making a fast five hundred bucks, though and the extra hundred Marcia gave me was damned good for a couple of hours of doing what I enjoy doing."
"I noticed that you enjoyed the gay stuff."
"You're referring to the fact that I returned Marcia's favor? That was an acquired pleasure, Sandy. Meaning, of course, that in this profession you just about have to go all-out. I'm lucky that it didn't take me long to learn to like eating pussy. It's similar to sucking a cock, really, as there's the same sense of power involved.
"I wouldn't know about that," Sandy lied, wishing moments later that she had remained silent.
"Did you notice the mirror behind the couch in the living room, Sandy? Well, it was one of those trick mirrors where Marcia and I could watch without being seen. Need I say more?"
Sandy felt her face flame. "Did Howard set it up for me to put on a show for you?"
"It just turned out that way," Nadine said. "I noticed that he didn't use any force, though and you have no reason for being ashamed. Hell, sucking a cock is a very important part of sex and the husband you want to have someday will appreciate your lack of inhibitions where oral sex is concerned. Let's hurry before that cabbie pulls out."
They got the cab and rode home in silence, Sandy embarrassed because Nadine had observed her wanton behavior with Howard and glad that Nadine didn't say any more about it.
Saying that she would eat out, Nadine went directly to her room. Sandy had planned on cooking, but since she would be eating alone, decided to just snack. She had a cup of coffee, wandered into the living room and stretched out on the couch. She let her mind dwell on the erotic events that had enabled her to earn five hundred dollars and began to understand why her sister remained in the hustling racket. Even a hundred dollars was damned good pay.
Not that she was going to continue in the sex racket, Sandy told herself. She didn't want the name that went with the game. She would simply die if her parents or anybody else back home found out that she had gone as far as she had. She would just tell Nadine that she wasn't mentally or emotionally capable of being a whore and she didn't think her sister would really blackmail her. Nadine probably wouldn't want their parents to know about the prostitution any more than she did.
Sexually satisfied, despite the exciting memories of her torrid actions with Howard-who she didn't expect to see again-Sandy dropped off to sleep.
It was dark when she woke up. She knew without looking that Nadine had left, but while turning lights on she checked, anyway. She went to the kitchen, made a thick ham sandwich and washed it down with a large glass of milk. She then went to the living room and watched television for a couple of hours, lonely, but managing to lose herself in a series of rather silly situation comedies.
Finally getting bored, wondering how long Nadine would be out and what kind of a partner or partners her sister was with, Sandy turned the set off and went to the bathroom. She put a rubber cap on, showered, then examined herself, pleased to find that her vagina was in very good shape.
In bed, naked and staring into the darkness, Sandy couldn't keep her mind from going to the sex acts she had enjoyed that afternoon. She knew that she would never be able to depend solely upon masturbation again. She wouldn't be a paid whore, though. She would do as the vast majority of single females seemed to do. She would find a partner or partners while she was waiting for the right man she wanted to marry and who wanted to marry her.
Becoming passionate because of her thoughts, Sandy remembered the penis-shaped vibrator. Deciding that nothing she could do by herself would be as bad as what she had already done, she didn't hesitate very long before going after the pleasure-giving gadget.
Back on the bed, still in the dark, Sandy turned the vibrator on and stimulated her breasts until the nipples were stiffly erect. Trailing the buzzing vibrator down over her trembling belly, she went around the bush and teased her inner thighs, then her pussy lips. Steaming, her ass squirming against the mattress, she remembered how Nadine had performed the act.
Stopping the vibrations, she lifted her knees and slowly slipped the instrument into her cunt. Her excitement had already caused secretions to form and the penetration was easy-and felt quite wonderful. It was great not to have to worry about rupturing a barrier, to be able to probe deep and she began toying with her taut-tipped titties with her other hand as she slowly fucked herself with the life-like artificial cock.
She had read about females having educated inner cunt muscles and how much males enjoyed having their cocks snapped or milked in such a manner, so she practiced by leaving the massager deeply embedded and concentrating. She found that it wasn't all that difficult to contract her inner muscles, but that it took a great deal of strength and energy.
Since she wasn't getting much pleasure from it, Sandy didn't practice very long. She just gave herself over to the thrilling sensations being produced by slowly sliding the massager in and almost out of her clinging cunt. When she felt herself on the way toward a climax, she started the fake cock to vibrating.
She gasped and bucked and bounced wildly as she instantly melted into an orgasm. She turned the gadget off, leaving it buried in her quivering cunt, thinking that the vibrating was a little too much. She pulled the instrument out and impulsively placed the wet end against her anal opening.
Should she? Curious, filled with a strange excitement, Sandy pushed and the slippery gadget popped past the tight elastic ring. She left it there, feeling very uncomfortable, wondering how anybody could take and get pleasure from being pronged in the wrong hole. Still curious and in no real pain, she slowly shoved the instrument on up the tight, tingling tunnel.
When the penis-shaped massager was all the way in her rectum, the uncomfortable feeling slowly faded away and was replaced by a warm glow that was very pleasant. Surprised, already understanding why a person would suffer a little to experience the delightful sensation, Sandy began to slowly fuck herself in the ass with the massager. She was afraid of doing damage so she didn't make the artificial cock vibrate. It started feeling better and better and Sandy began hunching and moved her other hand down to her cunt. She inserted a finger, stimulated her clit and melted into a blissful orgasm.
Limp and staring into the darkness, not all that ashamed because she had experimented, Sandy realized that she was understanding Nadine's outlook on life more and more all the time. She still didn't want to be a whore, though and she wouldn't let a man do what she had just done to herself. She didn't even want anybody to know that she had experimented in such a crazy manner.
Sandy showered again, cleaned the massager and didn't have any trouble going to sleep when she returned to bed.
The next morning she was happy to find that her tail wasn't all that sore. She soaked in a hot tub of water and the slight soreness went away, but she decided that she wouldn't use the massager in the wrong hole again. She didn't want a man pronging her there, either.
She dressed in shorts and halter, checked and saw that Nadine was still sleeping. She had coffee and toast, straightened her room, then decided to clean the apartment. After dusting all the furniture, there wasn't much more to do. She cleaned the bathroom, then waxed the kitchen floor just to have something to do.
It was almost noon when Nadine got up. Sandy was in the living room reading an erotic novel when she saw her sister pass in the hallway on the way to the bathroom. Sandy went to the kitchen to make fresh coffee.
Nadine came into the kitchen in a few minutes, still naked and said that the cold shower hadn't made her feel much better.
"You're lucky you don't like to drink, Sandy. I had too much last night. I didn't get home until almost daylight. It was quite a party, really and I think you would have enjoyed yourself."
Sandy had put a cup of black coffee in front of Nadine and sat down on the opposite side of the table. "I don't want to be a whore, Nadine. I don't want the five hundred, either. You keep it and I'm going to look for a job again."
"I wish you luck," Nadine said, sipping the hot coffee. "There were so many so-called decent women at the party last night. It was a mild affair as far as sex was concerned. Just a lot of drinking and dancing."
"There wasn't any sex at all and you got paid?"
"The sex came afterward," Nadine said. "The fellow just wanted somebody attractive to take to the party. I earned my money after I went home with him. He had his young chauffeur join us and between the two of them I was really worked over. He gave me an extra fifty bucks, though and it was the drinking at the party that makes me feel a little tough now. How would you like for us to have a party here tonight? Without any money involved, of course."
"I think I would like that," Sandy said. "How many are you going to invite?"
"Just a few friends," Nadine said, finishing her coffee. "I'm going back to bed for a couple of hours and I'll make some phone calls when I get up."
After Nadine went back to bed Sandy prepared and ate a brunch of bacon and eggs, then decided to go for a walk. It was a very nice day and she enjoyed just strolling around the neighborhood. She had changed into a skirt and blouse and wore sandals. She stayed out longer than she had meant to and when she returned Nadine was in the kitchen eating a sandwich.
"I thought maybe you had run out on me, Sandy. I even checked to see if you had taken your suitcase."
"I just went for a walk," Sandy said, averting her eyes from Nadine's naked breasts. "Do you want me to cook?"
"Let's go out and eat," Nadine said. "Later, I mean. You're dressed okay and I'll dress the same. We'll walk to that neighborhood restaurant. I made the phone calls and told the people to be here around seven. I invited Judy, Fred and two young fellows I think you will like. Judy's the girl I mentioned before. The one who taught me the ropes."
"Is she still in business?" Sandy asked.
"She got married about a year ago to a very rich man. He's getting along in years, but he leaves town quite often. He's in Chicago on some big deal now. He knew she was in the racket when he married her. In fact, that's how she met him. He was one of her clients, I mean and she claims that he doesn't mind if she has some fun when he's away. I have an idea he's happy to get some rest!"
"It sounds like a screwy marriage to me," Sandy said. "Howard said that he met Marcia when he was with an escort service. I guess some people don't give a damn who they marry."
"Some couples even belong to swap clubs after they get married," Nadine said.
"I know," Sandy said. "I've read about swappers, I mean and I wouldn't have a husband who wanted to swap me."
"Some women turn marriage into little more than legalized prostitution, Sandy. I'm talking about the women who marry and divorce three, four, five and more times. Also those who marry only for money or security. I consider myself more than such females, with the men and with myself. I suppose you guessed that Fred works for an escort service. Anyway, he does and he's bringing a couple of his associates who also have the night off. That's all right with you, isn't it?"
"I guess it will have to be," Sandy said.
Nadine frowned. "Why don't you be honest with yourself, Sandy? Don't answer. Just think it over. I'll go get dressed now. I think I'll be ready for a seafood dinner just as soon as we get there."
Smiling, Nadine stood up and swayed from the kitchen, her buttocks jiggling and Sandy again averted her eyes. She wasn't sure that she wanted to be too honest with herself. She was afraid she would find too many things she wouldn't like.
They took their time walking to the restaurant, enjoyed a delicious seafood dinner and arrived back at the apartment at six-thirty. Nadine made a pitcher of martinis and told Sandy to sample one.
"You'll like it, honey. It will also make you relax. You don't want to behave like a nervous young teen-ager, do you? Which you are, of course!"
Sandy sampled a martini, liked it and had another. She was on her third and feeling just a little tipsy, when their first guest arrived at ten minutes before seven.
Judy was about twenty-five. She had red hair, a very pretty face, long legs and a lovely shape covered by a green street dress that matched her sparkling eyes. Sandy liked the friendly young woman immediately and she was even excited by the way the green eyes looked her over. The martinis were making her more honest with herself, Sandy thought, deciding she wouldn't make a scene if Judy made a pass at her.
Shortly after Nadine had made the introductions and handed Judy a drink, Fred and the other two young men arrived. Mike was a blonde with friendly blue eyes, muscular and stocky; Pete had dark hair, equally friendly blue eyes and he was tall. Both were handsome, dressed neatly in sport clothes and looked to be in their late twenties. Sandy also liked them immediately-and she faced the truth that she wouldn't mind going to bed with either of them. Remembering Fred's educated tongue and big cock, Sandy decided that she would take him if it turned out to be a sex party and she had a choice.
Sandy knew that it wasn't just the drinks causing her to have such thoughts. Listening to Nadine and Howard talk, seeing for herself how people lived sex-free lives and seemed happy enough and doing a little soul-searching, she had decided that her own sexual activities hadn't done her any real harm.
Nadine had turned on the stereo. The music was slow. She kicked off her sandals and said they could dance on the carpet if they removed their shoes. Pete took his shoes off and started dancing with Nadine. Mike and Judy started dancing and Fred asked Sandy. She got rid of her glass and her sandals and went into his arms.
Fred held Sandy close, one hand on her buttocks and she could feel his cock lifting. She saw that the other two couples were also doing more embracing and swaying together than dancing and Nadine caught her eye and winked. Sandy smiled and winked back, excited by Fred's arousal and the way he was squeezing a cheek of her ass, wanting her sister to know she was ready for just about anything. The drinks made her feel bold and uncaring, but she was well aware of what she was doing-and of what she wanted to do. She wanted to be fucked by Fred, but first she wanted to suck his cock to pay him back for the oral homage he had bestowed upon her body.
Nadine pulled from Pete's arms and said, "I have an idea, folks! Since my beautiful kid sister is a little shy and this party is for her, let's turn out the lights and all stay right in this room! Any objections?"
"That sounds like fun," Judy said, slipping from Mike's circling arms. "Let's make a few rules, though, to make it even more fun. Let's have no talking and leave the lights off until Sandy announces that the party is over."
"So be it," Nadine said, turning the stereo off, then going around turning lights off. She paused with her fingers on the last switch. "Hearing no objections, here goes, but don't anybody do any touching until we're all naked." She laughed. "How are we going to know? Everybody count to one hundred, slowly and silently and that should be plenty of time!"
When Nadine turned the last light off there was total darkness. The heavy drapes had been pulled over the windows and there wasn't even any light filtering in from outside. Sandy stood still for a few seconds, listening to the sounds of people disrobing, too excited to even count. She started taking her clothes off, picking up a mental count at twenty and she was completely naked when she reached seventy-five.
Sandy lost all sense of direction in the pitch-black darkness, even though she had tossed her discarded clothes where she thought a big easy chair was located. Naked, trembling slightly, she stood straight and listened to the faint sounds around her. The rustling of clothes being removed, soft and heavy breathing, a little cough from one of the men, all added to Sandy's excitement.
She heard a little gasp off to her right, knew that Nadine or Judy had caused one of the men to make the sound, then felt hands groping and making contact with her breasts. She thought it was Fred, but she wasn't sure. The fingers tweaked her nipples, making them stiffen, then went up to her shoulders, but she started dropping to her knees before any pressure was applied.
The cock wasn't hard. Realizing that it wasn't Fred, Sandy still didn't hesitate to take the limber organ in one hand and fondle the heavy-hanging balls with her other hand. The drinks, the darkness and her new outlook on life and sex due to her previous thoughts enabled her to forget everything except the thrilling truth that she could actually live all of her wildest erotic fantasies without being seen.
Taking a goodly portion of the soft organ into her mouth and gently sucking, Sandy felt the limp flesh lengthening out into an erection. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and worked her fist as she sucked the crown. In a few seconds the cock was thrusting stiffly and the testicles were creeping up higher in their hairy pouch.
The man, either Mike or Pete slipped to the carpet and Sandy followed him down, her lips clamped firmly around the swollen cockhead. On his back, the young man's fingers entangled in Sandy's hair and she took more and more of his hard prick, driving the glans deep into her throat. She felt hands on her buttocks, then a hot, wet tongue licked her cuntal lips and right on up through the crack of her ass.
Thrusting backward, then hunching along with the lapping tongue, Sandy bobbed her head faster, twirling her own tongue as she sucked, eager to again feel and taste spurting semen. She knew that it was a man lavishing oral attentions upon her ass and cunt, Fred or Mike, but she wouldn't have cared if it had been Judy-and wouldn't have been surprised if it had been Nadine.
Sandy felt a hand fondling her swaying titties, felt female flesh against her side, then a female face snuggling down next to her cheek. Faint perfume mingled with the male-smell and she stopped sucking the thrusting cock when the female tongue licked the side of her face and one side of her clinging lips. The fingers left her hair and she lifted her head and heard and felt the other female start sucking the jutting pleasure-prong.
At about the same time the tongue was pulled from Sandy's tingling ass-hole and steaming cunt and replaced shortly with a cockhead that was swiped up and down the crack the tongue has just left. She thrust backward, not really caring which hole was plugged, but the stiff organ was shoved into her soft, clasping pussy. She hunched along with the pistoning cock, well on her way toward an orgasm and felt another hard penis poking against her cheek. She turned her head, opened her mouth wide and greedily accepted the throbbing offering.
Sucking one hard cock while being fucked by another had Sandy giddy with passion. She began wishing they would both explode at the same time and sucked greedily while clamping down and around on the second cock with her inner cunt muscles. But Sandy didn't get her wish. Not right away. Because both stiff shafts were suddenly withdrawn, as if by some kind of signal and she found herself being rolled over and positioned on her back by many hands.
She had been balanced right on the brink of a climax. Fingers and tongues roamed around all over her feverishly squirming body, a female mouth mashed down on hers and she knew that all five of the other uninhibited pleasure-seekers had teamed up to work her over. And she didn't care. She reveled in the knowledge and in the totally unrestrained eroticism, not even caring that it might be Nadine she was kissing and with whom she was wantonly lashing tongues.
A hot mouth was clamped onto one of Sandy's spiked breasts, another hot mouth was sucking on the toes of her right foot, a hot tongue was licking one of her inner thighs. The owner of the tongue had long hair that tickled Sandy's quivering pussy lips and she didn't care if it was Judy or Nadine. She lifted her ass from the carpet and thrust upward demandingly, needing just any kind of contact with her cunt and passion-button to finish her off.
Sandy gasped around the female tongue jammed into her mouth, as the female tongue down below slithered into her palpitating cunt. As soon as the tongue touched her erect clitoris and the soft lips clamped around that elongated organ, Sandy bucked and wriggled through a blissful orgasm. When she sagged limply, the female mouth and tongue were removed from hers and the other female mouth and tongue lifted from her stiffened clit and juicy cunt.
There was a male mouth and tongue right there to go down on Sandy, though and she wanted to say that she would rather have one of the hard cocks. But she remembered that there wasn't to be any talking even before the female wet mouth that had just left her tingling twat glued to her parted lips. She returned the tongue-probing kiss, enjoying the taste of her own secretions, writhing through another shuddering Orgasm that seemed to be a continuation of the first one.
Sandy soon last all count of her many ecstatic climaxes as she eagerly and willingly allowed the two females and the three males to do with her as they wished. One of the men got between her legs, put his stiff shaft into her steaming snatch and began fucking her, while another squatted down over her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked and fucked back, while one of her hands was pulled to the third shaft of hard flesh, muscle and gristle. Her other hand was pulled to a hairy female crotch. She took the hint and inserted her finger in the hot, wet cunt and began stimulating the tense, bud-shaped clitoris.
Soon she sensed that the cock in her mouth was just about to ejaculate. She sucked more greedily and when the throbbing prick did jerk spasmodically and shoot out the hot, thick cream, she gulped and swallowed just as greedily, hunching furiously up to the cock pumping in her clinging cunt in an effort to make it explode.
She failed, just as she failed to swallow fast enough to keep the sperm from dribbling out around her clinging lips. She kept on hunching, though and the softening cock was withdrawn from her flooded mouth. Again she dimly realized that there had to be a signal of some kind, because the hard cock was pulled from her moving fist and was soon shoved into her eager mouth.
She sucked furiously, knowing that the explosion was imminent and also felt the slight expansion of the cock pronging her pulsing pussy. The two cocks did blast off simultaneously and the sensation was gloriously wonderful to Sandy. Again she failed to swallow fast enough, but she soon had some help. Because just as soon as the still hard cock was removed, a female tongue was right there licking and lapping at her face and lips.
Sandy was prepared when the limp cock was pulled from her flooded cunt and replaced by a greedy female mouth and tongue, but she wasn't quite prepared for what happened shortly afterward, even if such an experience had been very pronounced in her latest erotic fantasies. But thinking about doing something and daydreaming about how it might be, she suddenly discovered, were poles apart when it came to cunnilingus.
Because when the very hot and very moist cuntal lips settled down over her face and mouth, her first thought was that she was going to smother-or maybe even drown-when the wet cunt-flesh began to grind and push down. She also experienced a moment of near-panic as she got her hands on the sleek buttocks and pushed upward. She was sure that it was Nadine's flesh she was feeling and tasting...
Then, as that fragrant flesh was lifted enough to chase away her discomfort and the tongue she was sure belonged to Judy began lapping her clit, Sandy again forgot everything except the voluptuous sensuality of unrestrained eroticism.
She began lapping and sucking as she was being lapped and sucked, feeling the strange sense of power she felt when sucking a cock, glad she was able to give as much pleasure as she was receiving, happy in the knowledge that the sex party was really just starting.