Chapter 1
Sheila Davenport felt thoroughly in her element while sitting with the two young men. Glancing at Linda Webster, she conveyed her confidence with a smile. They'd encountered Dave Williams and John Kasper at the fitness center of their apartment complex several days prior. Immediately, their unlimited financial resources were sensed. Both had money-plenty of it. The gold wristwatch and the expensive clothes had put her on alert. Sheila was an expert at reading men: she could accurately recite their personal statistics: single, twenty-two or three years of age, recently out of college, in the process of leisurely submitting their resumes to top-rated companies-more than-likely golfing acquaintances of their executive fathers-while enjoying a spurt of independence. She believed their current living expenses stemmed from the substantial contributions of their families. Neither seemed in any particular hurry to secure employment. They were at a point in their lives where they could afford to be foolish and indulgent.
Sheila's assumptions were validated during an exciting dinner at a lavish restaurant that evening. Dave and John divulged backgrounds remarkably similar to the ones Sheila had fostered in her mind. They were indeed on a generous allowance until a stream of steady paychecks made their parents' subsidizations unnecessary. ("Dad has money transferred into a bank account for me every week," Dave had bragged. "If I need more, all I need do is call.") Transportation was provided by a brand-new Lincoln Continental, which retained its factory-fresh smell.
"Nice car," Linda had commented, smoothing her hand over the leather upholstery.
"Dad loaned it to us while we're settling in," Dave revealed. "He can afford to-he's got three others."
"How goes your job search?" Sheila inquired. "Have you made progress?"
John guffawed. "We're giving ourselves the summer to play before adapting to the time clock. We busted our asses at school. Perhaps by Fall, we'll polish up our resumes and make a sincere go at it. Until then, we can't be bothered sweating it."
"Yeah," Dave appended, "there's no rush."
"Won't your parents expect you to put forth a sincere effort at laliding a job?" Linda asked.
"Sure, they're expecting it," Dave mentioned, "but that doesn't mean we have to come through. We're entitled to a little R & R."
"Without a doubt," John snickered, boldly squeezing Sheila's thigh. "School was pretty dull. We're cutting loose, and living it up. We're going to party-and enjoy every fucking minute of it, whether our parents like it or not."
Both she and Linda were suitably appreciative of the money spent on them. Fifty dollar bills were arrogantly flaunted about. They bestowed their dinner companions with sizzling kisses and affectionately stroked their arms. It wasn't difficult to summon lust: both were clean-cut and good-looking. Standing at six feet and delectably muscular, they exuded a strapping masculinity that would have invariably drawn them. Dave had light brown hair while John's was dark and slicked back. They moved with athletic grace, their bodies meticulously trained. Sheila and Linda had gazed enthusiastically at them while going through their warm up exercises before attempting the weight machines. Watching them test their biceps and pectorals sent an electric shiver through their systems.
The men returned their hot scrutiny with one of mounting temperature. Sheila had been attired in a tight-fitting leotard and pair of tights. The lips of her pussy were clearly on display as she straddled the thigh-trimming apparatus and proceeded to break into a sweat. Her soft, succulent features mesmerized them. Her full, sensual lips rounded as she exerted herself. Her large, jutting tits pushed high when her arms went up, her nipples bulging prominently through the material. Sheila had taken care in choosing a low-cut leotard so that ample cleavage was exhibited. Her long, brunette hair whipped from side to side while she involved herself in that slenderizing routine. Those emerald green eyes flashed at the pumping of adrenaline. At twenty-eight, she was at her peak condition.
Linda, not to be upstaged, hurled herself into a comparably enthralling drill. Her slim, exciting figure had the power to captivate any hot-blooded male. Few people suspected she and Sheila were half-sisters. Linda, too, was dark-haired as well as dark-eyed; her pupils had a deep, penetrating quality. Her ass was curvaceously elegant. Although she did not share in Sheila's bust size, she was appetizingly lean. She didn't seem at all thirty; her flawless complexion and high cheekbones erased the signs of her age.
Initial dialogue between the two parties had been sparse. It was of no surprise that the men stumbled upon them the following day, at the same time, in the fitness center. There was something deliciously intimate about sharing a room in which both of them oozed with sweat and moaned from expending their energies. The girls were more conversant than before, pleasantly contributing to their playful comments. John boldly suggested that they have dinner together; Sheila, acting as spokeswoman, readily accepted.
The girls were invited to the men's apartment afterward. Sheila noted the look of triumph John and Dave exchanged. They were rather proud of themselves: snaring two gorgeous women that served as ornaments to their flowering egos. She sensed that they were both of the opinion they "had it made" and that she and Linda would gladly submit to whatever they proposed.
Sheila winked at Linda. The two men hadn't the remotest idea of what would occur-nor did they suspect the advantage the girls had over them.
Ironically, they never would.
John, continuing in his role as host, produced cans of beer for all. Sheila and Linda weren't particularly thrilled about the choice of libation, but accepted it without comment. Beer tended to be the preference in a bachelor setting. Their consumption would be limited to a few sips.
Dave switched on some soft rock music to make the atmosphere more conducive to what they had in mind. The lights were adjusted to least brilliance in a bid to increase the libido.
Prior to arranging themselves at the men's disposal, Sheila took a brief inventory of the apartment. John and Dave's parents had donated notable artwork to spruce up the place. ("Nice stuff, huh?" John had quipped. "My parents thought the place could use some class. There was plenty of it laying around at home, so they had it sent over. I suppose it helps, but neither of us could care less.") Sheila counted several exquisite pieces effectively displayed, in addition to some impressive antiques-all of which commanded a steep cash surrender value. Linda, she was certain, conducted a similar surveillance.
Sheila's fascination with their material possessions was well-concealed. She projected an abundance of enthusiasm and a minimum of calculation.
John positioned himself flush with her voluptuous body. The press of his solid, muscular form warranted her strong palpitations. Mmmmm. His chest edged against her left tit while he draped his arm around her shoulder. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you as a neighbor," he whispered huskily into her ear.
Her lips curved. The robust scent of his aftershave enhanced that quiver in her groin. "The feeling is quite mutual."
Sheila devoted her full concentration on him. John had aroused her with his appetizing closeness. Her pussy tightened with excitement as she considered fucking him. Those few sessions in the fitness center when she had glimpsed his partially naked flesh mired with sweat-his sinew-rich arms and thighs-had all brought her desire into focus. The snarl made during his movement of those imposing weights precipitated a flood of moisture between her legs. She's been wholly observant of the shape his cock and balls made against his athletic shorts. The urge to mount him at that precise moment had possessed her.
John slipped inside her blouse. His hand skillfully encompassed Sheila's plump tit. Grazing her soft flesh with his thumb, he encountered a gold chain with a diamond pendant. "Wow," he muttered. "That's slick."
"It's a family heirloom," Sheila remarked.
"It suits you." Promptly discounting it, he squeezed her boob until the nipple popped from the frilly border of her bra. Sheila's pink nugget captivated him. "Mmmmm. I like that better."
A sharp intake of air escaped Sheila as John enclosed that stiff peak with his mouth. She was ill-prepared for that expert circling of his tongue. Ohhhhhh. She sank against a corner pillow, her lips twisting in delight. John grabbed more, his style impressive. Mastering an agenda of academic subjects wasn't his sole accomplishment while on campus. He obviously perfected a technique that made him popular with the opposite sex.
Sheila glanced over at her half-sister, who clearly made a splash with Dave as well. Nearly on top of her, Dave had his knee wedged between her legs, which stirred to intentionally stimulate. His teeth gently raked her vibrant lips. Linda's faint sob echoed in the background. She permitted his anxious fingers to roam her compact breasts. A diamond pendant comparable to her own surfaced. Sheila saw it glitter against Linda's swelling bosom.
There was absolutely no reluctance on either of their part to take pleasure with a man while in the same room. Sheila's desire was often spurred by the discriminating eyes of her half-sister. Linda had disclosed many times that her erotic inspiration coincided when Sheila was several feet away.
Sheila clenched her teeth as hot drool streaked down her exposed flesh. John made no attempt to contain the excess that escaped his oral clamp. The sensation of it coursing over her skin brought an involuntary shiver. She gazed down at herself, amazed to see how he succeeded in honing her nipple to a point.
"That feels good," she whispered.
John grinned, then went about unbuttoning her blouse. Her permission was not sought, nor did he attempt to read her expression before commencing. He-likely weighed her winded response and pursued the role of aggressor. Sheila's prolonged moan served as affirmation.
Sheila's entire groin tightened in anticipation. She could scarcely wait to smother him with her hungry snatch. Her pussy ached for something hard and persistent that wouldn't easily tire. John left no doubt he was equipped to handle the situation.
John's mouth inched down her uncovered flesh, leaving a trail of moisture with his curling tongue. She trembled as his warm breath filtered over her stomach. He pressed his thumbs into her soft, damp mound. Ohhhhhhh. Sheila sensed he was on the verge of locking his lips about her soaked cunt. Although in favor of receiving his eager slurps, she needed him to be in a more convenient position. Detaching herself from him wouldn't be that simple.
"No," she whispered. "I want to do you first."
Undisguised delight shaped his features. "Sure, baby," he murmured, reclining comfortably and spreading his legs apart. "Can't wait to get your mouth on it, huh? Go ahead. It's all yours."
Sheila sank to her knees before him. Both of her tits emerged from her bra, displaced by his brusque handling. She elevated them so his gaze of her ripe nipples was unbroken. John's attention was centered on them. His lips dried after a moment of intense study. Her gold chain ran into her cleavage while the diamond pendant swung below her immense globes. Without prematurely directing him toward her precious jewel, she offered a delicious distraction by lifting each breast and bringing her nipples into appetizing alignment. Her pink nubs bulged between her pinched fingers.
"Christ, are you stacked," he mumbled. "Whew."
Sheila smirked at his compliment. "How would you like having your cock buried between them?"
"That sounds like fun."
"I could wrap my tits around your dick," Sheila went on in a throaty tone while negotiating his belt. She slipped it off without wasting a minute. "Did you ever get fucked by a pair of big tits?"
His Adam's apple shifted. "Not like yours."
Sheila clasped the metal tag of his zipper and began a teasing descent. "I'll bet you can go for hours."
"Think you can keep me interested?" he shot back, visibly game. The ring of conceit returned in his voice.
He had on a pair of dark blue Calvin Klein underwear that showed a faint sign of an erection. John obviously required further stimulation to bring him to the desired performance level. She lowered his waistband and gazed at his flaccid dick. Either her prevailing efforts bore no effect on him, or he preferred having her work him into a towering swell. Although limp, she perceived he had a nice one. "Sure," she declared after several heartbeats. "Just sit back and let me do all the work."
John smugly folded his hands behind his head while Sheila relieved him of his pants. Mmmmmmm. She recalled the hair-dusted muscular thighs that originally commanded her fascination at the fitness center; they surrounded her naked tits.
"Oh, God," Linda cried out. "Ohhhhhh."
Sheila glanced at her half-sister just as she settled onto Dave's bare lap. His cock pushed into her slick pussy. Although her heavy gasp sounded, Linda anxiously absorbed him. Dave's thick shaft stretched her to capacity.
"Oh, yeah," Dave grunted, verbally ecstatic to feed his solid mass between those slim thighs. Linda's cunt grabbed his enlarged member as she soared to the tip, then reversed direction and gobbled him whole. "Jesus. Oh, baby. That's it. Take every bit. Ahhhhhh."
Linda arched her spine. In doing so, Sheila spotted the diamond pendant thudding against her tits. Dave's eyes were closed, shutting off all sight of it. Sheila was fairly certain her half-sister would overturn that reflex.
In the meantime, the wet slap of their groins reverberated. Sheila's arousal deepened. A warm trickle of excitement seeped from her sodden core.
Without hesitation, she lowered her face. John's salt-laced flesh flavored her palate. She ran her tongue over the domed head, skillfully circling his cum slit. The twitch of life abruptly followed. Opening her mouth, she captured a substantial portion of his slack member and began to systematically pull on it. A bubbly application layered that section. Back and forth she wove, gathering him up with her curling tongue and massaging lips. She sucked gently, humming against his cock. His strength began building with each irresistible pass. Gradually, she drew out his length with her sucking lips. His stomach muscles tensed. He placed his fingertips on her head, then gradually encompassed her entire skull. She heard his breathing labor as he grew inside her mouth. He climbed in size until smashed to the warm roof before inching into her throat.
"Yeah, baby," he gasped, urging her to tighten about his swollen cock. His chest expanded. He exhaled with difficulty. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Sheila fondled his balls while swallowing him. His dark pubes curled around her fingers. "Mmmmmm," she growled against his hard, male flesh. It had all but silenced her. John, as she predicted, had given her quite a mouthful. His wild pulsations thrilled her to no end. "Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhh."
Of the two, Linda was the first to place Dave under her control. She rose and fell on his strong, smooth thighs, enjoying the eye-popping jab of his cock. Her pussy greased his shaft during its urgent stroke. Clasping him firmly by the shoulders, she rode his bone-solid member. His wide base placed greater demand on the limitation of her cunt lips, provoking a moan that couldn't be helped. Nevertheless, she ground herself to that rock-hard bulk and derived total satisfaction. Ohhhhhhhh. Her velvety ass cheeks kissed his balls with each abandoned descent. It felt incredible to encase that splendid monster.
The myriad colors, however, spilled from Linda's pendant while it thumped against her pert breasts. Dave's dark eyes, glazed over from the bombardment of sensations Linda produced, imperceptibly shifted to the brilliant gem. While fighting to compose her breath, Linda made every attempt to prolong his study of it. She reduced her feverish pace so that he did not lose sight of its mesmerizing power. She continued to hump him, but at a more leisurely rate.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she purred into his ear.
Dave groaned as that moist, tight cunt encompassed him. Linda squeezed him with all she had. Ahhhhhh. And yet, as sweet as her clench was, he found himself drawn to the explosion of color centered on her bosom. He had been scarcely aware of it while Linda rose and fell on him; it simply swung madly about her neck, a meaningless decoration. Now that he had scaled the heights of pleasure, its existence became inescapable.
"You don't want to stop looking at it, do you?" she went on in a dreamy voice. "It commands your attention." Lightly, she clasped his head. Her enameled hails raked through his light brown hair. "You can't ignore it, baby. Go ahead. Look at it. Oh, yeah."
Dave's pupils dilated after extensive scrutiny. He hadn't intended to place great importance on that piece of jewelry, but something in Linda's voice forced him to comply. His hands, which possessively clasped her trim buttocks, fell to his sides.
Carefully, Linda lifted herself from his cock. It ached to detach her pussy from that thick shaft, particularly since its thrusts had given her pleasure. Dave, however, was in a frozen state; her disengagement from him had to be swift and without fumble. Any miscalculation would have jarred him from her hypnotic influence. She stepped back, inspecting his demeanor. His lack of emotion pleased her. His induction had been successful.
Sheila wasn't far behind. Her tits were level with John's gaze. She licked his erect cock slyly while brandishing her pendant. His eyes grew heavy as she held it in position, silently ordering him to obey.
"You can't take your eyes off it, can you?" she slurred between laps. She tongued his throbbing shaft, wriggling about the array of veins. "Don't even try. Surrender to the urge. Find the center of light. I dare you."
John's pupils enlarged, then became suspended. She held his will in check. Instantly, Sheila withdrew. Any subsequent disruption on her part would awaken him. She promptly rose to her feet.
"That was easy," Linda pronounced to her half-sister. Though both men were entranced, their cocks stood straight up. The stupor in which they were spirited did not diminish the strength of their erections. "There wasn't the least bit of challenge. They went under rather quickly. I think I prefer slightly more resistance, if only to increase the fun."
"We're not here merely to have fun," Sheila corrected. "We've got to hustle. Have you made any firm decisions as to what you're planning to take?"
Linda shrugged. "I don't think it wise to totally strip them of their valuables. We'll leave a few items behind, possibly for our next expedition. First, let's check their wallets for cash, then we'll explore the place for any hidden treasures."
"Excellent plan." Sheila surveyed John one final time. His blank expression was precisely what she foresaw. Rarely did her pendant fail her. Dave had been similarly dispatched. Prior to restoring their presence of mind, they would individually plant subconscious instructions that would prevent the two young men from remembering a single detail. The disappearance of their personal property would be shrouded in mystery. After finishing with them, neither John nor Dave would recall their subjugation, nor the whereabouts of their material possessions-conceivably forgetting that they ever had them. Furthermore, she and Linda had the ability to expand upon the evening's conquest and make slaves of the young men at will. Their posthypnotic suggestion would allow for their total obedience to be reinstated.
Luring people into mental domination for profit had been a talent the two sisters developed shortly after their acquisition of the diamond pendants and mastering the art of using them. Hypnosis had unlocked a means of obtaining riches beyond their comprehension, without violence and without detection. Briefly, Sheila went it alone and amassed a fortune that would have been otherwise impossible without her mesmerizing powers. Naturally, working solo had its inherent risks. Sheila learned an expensive lesson in that respect. Sheila continued to be haunted by her past association with a man named Sam Andriola, who possessed spellbinding gifts superior to hers. He had heard of her phenomenal success through the underworld in which people like them traveled, tracked her down, then tricked her into serving him. For several months, Sheila was his slave-his partner in crime. They were a very efficient team: even more money poured through their hands. Her bondage hadn't been entirely unpleasant. During that period, Sam proved to be a magnificent lover-a flair for which hypnosis shared no part. He had shown her pleasure she had never known before; unfortunately, it came at a steep price.
Luckily, Linda found her after a relentless search and forced Sam to release her from his control. They fled halfway across the country and settled in Seattle, Washington. Working with her half-sister was a refreshing departure, Sheila's rationale was completely intact. Her previous arrangement had hardly suited her.
Sheila feared coming into contact with Sam Andriola again. No doubt, he would exact a poetic revenge. She counted on the measures she and Linda had taken to cover their trail to Seattle.
Sheila and Linda carefully selected their prey. They only stole from the rich-particularly spoiled, privileged young men like Dave and John. Items they accumulated were methodically disposed of through channels unique to professional burglars. Profits were cleanly split fifty-fifty. As half-sisters, Sheila and Linda never cheated one another.
Sheila prowled the apartment, targeting her spoils. Paintings, relics and other paraphernalia were hers for the Choosing. She and Linda made a habit of not being utterly greedy; they based their selections on rapid liquidation merit. Neither wanted to encounter problems ridding themselves of their plundered goods.
Linda bent to go through a drawer and let out a soft moan. She cupped her mound, then gave it an obliging squeeze. She still tingled where Dave had been. God, it felt incredible. For a man of twenty-two, he packed tremendous power between his legs. While rocking on his lap, she had been dangerously close to cumming. That hard dick had generated sparks. The urge to have an orgasm before putting their plan into motion tempted her. Of course, that would have been a mistake-not with a vital job hanging in the balance. They would be resuming their adventure at the conclusion of their heist. Linda anxiously awaited another round with that rigid cock. Once she freed Dave from his dazed state, his thirst for sex would be doubled. Linda wanted very much to participate in that frantic session.
Because hypnosis hinged on locking and unlocking specific portions of a person's brain, the result was deliciously satisfying. Primarily in the case of men, restoring their presence of mind tended to heighten their appetite to an unprecedented degree.
Sheila and Linda collected a number of things within a short span of time. Donning their clothes, they brought them to their apartment, where they were stored in a locked room. In the morning, Linda would conduct negotiations with their correspondent to take them.
They returned to the apartment, noting the few bare walls and empty cabinets. Their sifting hadn't been totally blatant. Discretion had been exercised.
Their clothes thrown into a heap, they were naked as before. Sheila went before John, as Linda engaged Dave. Each spoke to their subject in the same dreamy tone previously employed. The men were as they left them: naked and swollen. Time hadn't diminished the strength of their erections. They stared into space, their will power drained.
"You are forbidden to recall this incident," Sheila sternly commanded, kneeling between John's legs. She was conscientious about not touching him. "The items that were removed from your premises will not be missed. You will have no recollection of ever owning them. Even after released, you will be compelled to do my bidding. You are my slave. Nothing can thwart your serving me. At my signal, you will be ready to oblige me again. Nod if you understand."
Mechanically, John obeyed.
"Good. Now that we have forged an agreement, I will awaken you. Remember, I have erased the incident from your memory. What transpired before you went under, and what shall occur in the next moment, will be patched together."
Linda intoned instructions parallel to those Sheila gave. Also on her haunches, she prepared to deliver Dave from his trance. They motioned to one another, then went on to revive them.
Sheila bent her head and let out her tongue. Linda copied her method of resuscitation. They each licked the balls of their men. Warm, bubbly spittle was lashed over the thick, salty skin.
John blinked several times, his pupils high in his sockets. It took a moment for him to refocus on Sheila and the location of her superb tip. He groaned as the sensation she produced made the connection to his nervous system. "Ahhhhhhhh. Oh, baby. Oh, yeah. Slurp them. Use that tongue."
Dave jerked to life. He exited the haze that had momentarily enveloped him only to find Linda attending to his balls. How she had managed to leave his lap and get on the floor was irrelevant. He welcomed her brisk, foamy execution. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Having a woman's wriggling tip concentrating on that delicate area was a gratifying treat.
Sheila continued to sweep John's cock with a wealth of saliva kisses until it was brought to trembling fury. The large, bulbous head grew in proportion to the stimulation it received. A reddish hue, it appeared at the brink of explosion. Sheila expected the aggravated slit to open and give birth the spurts of goo that would invariably splatter her face.
John veered from that logical path. Instead, he rose to his feet, dragging Sheila up with him. He devoured her sensual lips in a long, fever-inducing kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, impatiently combing that sweet vacuum. Sheila greeted his frenzied brush with moaning encouragement. She felt his anxiety level swiftly climb the scale. The side effect of having tweaked his cerebral hemisphere caused insatiable lust. A fire brewed in his balls; she intended to relieve him of it. It was the least she could do after having robbed him.
John steered her onto the sofa where he had previously sat. Sheila, flat on her back with legs elevated, observed the removal of her panties; they rustled down her slim, mouth-watering thighs. The scent of her desire wafted as the material fled its cover. Her tantalizing secretions seeped from the borders of her lush cunt lips. He went down on her nest of dark curls, lapping the sugary excess. Sheila immediately curved her back and moaned. Ohhhhhhh. That unexpected ticklish flare sent a scrumptious current through her entire body. He opened the drenched flaps with his sinuous tip, quickly pinpointing her clit. She bulged against its stirring flutter.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, her ass thumping on the cushions. "Oh, yeah, baby. Yeah. Ohhhh. Don't stop."
"Mmmmmm," he growled against that damp patch. "Mmmmm." His thumbs came into play, pinning back the boundaries so that he could dab them with his tongue. Having sufficiently cleaned them of juice, he ravenously sought her love button. His slurps were agonizingly thorough. He surrounded, then whipped that warm pebble until Sheila's vision blurred.
Sheila slumped against the pillows, gasping for air. "Lick my pussy. Ohhhhhh. Suck my clit. Jesus, does that feel good."
Meanwhile, Linda orally attended Dave. Her lips were cemented about his broad cock while her tongue relentlessly thrashed the large vein of his underside. The captured portion of him was soaked in hot drool. Linda massaged his balls with her thumbs, fashioning exquisite circles.
"Doesn't it taste good, baby?" he muttered before trailing off in a prolonged groan. "Oh, yeah. Suck it. Suck my dick with those tight lips. Lock them around me. Ahhhhhh. You're incredible."
Linda's dark hair spilled over her face as she worked him with her mouth. Reluctant to deny him the sizzling visuals to which he had grown accustomed, she flipped it over her shoulders without skipping a beat. More of his cock sank into her face. He groaned as inch by inch, he disappeared in that awesome, red ring.
Linda sucked him into a jarring swelter. Her tangy juices still clung to his skin from their fuck. The impulse to sit on him again formed a strong temptation. A throbbing reminder of him raged in her pussy. That giant, thriving hard-on burrowing into her soft folds would easily get her off. Merely sucking on him brought an outbreak of marvelous chills. Mmmmmm. He was delicious. She elected to put his pleasure first and see his enjoyment reach a satisfying conclusion.
"Take more of it," he insisted, leaning into that tingling cavern. His balls strained against her pumping lips. "Christ. Oh, yeah. Suck me. Eat that thing." Linda endured the brunt of his demanding thrust, lingering with his balls resting on her chin. After a second, she slid back, her eyes moist and reflecting surfeit. Dave trembled, digesting that swirl of commotion when her mouth came back to him, ready for more. A hoarse cry rose from the pit of his throat as she swallowed him whole. His Adam's apple vibrated, his eyes rolling up into their sockets. "Jesus. Ahhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. That's it. Keep going."
Linda drew powerfully upon him. She filled her entire mouth, wringing his flavor with a twist of her expert lips. At the rate she went, she anticipated a screaming eruption. She kept an eye on Dave and witnessed his dwindling stamina. He was clearly no match for her oral intensity.
Dave's verbal ecstasy, combined with Sheila's, provoked John's lust to an inalterable point. He promptly withdrew his worming tongue and leaned over her voluptuous form. Sheila writhed deliriously against the cushions, thrusting her riled cunt at him. Unable to tolerate her agony, he lowered his swollen cock to that slick passage. His large, rotund head split her soaked lips, then tunneled into them.
Sheila's hands immediately shot up and attached to his brawny shoulders. Her mouth twisted in pleasure. "Oh, yeah. Stick it in me. Slide your cock in there. Come on, baby. Put it where it belongs."
John had every intention of fulfilling Sheila's request. He stuck himself into that wet, clutching fissure. Ahhhhhhhhhh. He sliced into its warm, crushing activity. The exertions of her pussy nearly made him cum. Fortunately, he retained some of his staying power. He resisted the urge to shoot. Clasping Sheila's slender thighs, he crammed himself into her juicy center.
"Ohhhhhh," Sheila moaned, receiving that stiff cock. He buried it in her tormented flesh. She was barely afforded time to prepare for that riveting entry. He definitely had the equipment to please her. It felt good to have a man occupy that frustrated space. Her cunt immediately constricted about that sturdy member. She pushed forward, watching her snatch consume him. Her ankles were perched on his shoulders. His balls rested on her wrinkled anus. That bone-like thing throbbed in her soaked confines. She felt completely penetrated. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, wow. Now stroke it, baby. Stroke it with your hard dick."
John gave her exactly what she needed. He came at her, slow and steady, filling her pussy with total rigidity. She sobbed as he plowed into that succulent hole, making her feel every quaking inch. Back and forth he slid, generating sparks. The friction was outstanding. Sheila lay back and savored every rupturing second.
"Feel good?" he asked, huffing and puffing.
Sheila barely managed a nod. John reached deep into her cunt, driving her wild. Her legs were thrown far apart. John's fists were filled with her sleek her'ankles. Jerking forward, he groaned as her snug pussy covered him. His balls punctuated his movements with a resounding slap; her anus endured the brunt of their swinging force.
Gazing at Sheila, John vigorously pumped her. He was uncertain of the reason his libido was supercharged, but it mattered little. Pressing his stiff cock into Sheila was imperative. Each thrust seemed to bring him closer to blinding gratification. Ahhhhhhh. He couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.
Beside him, Dave grew increasingly restless. Although he could have sat and permitted Linda to bring him to orgasm with her mouth, the urge to fuck her was of critical importance. Getting sucked simply did not lend itself to the gut-wrenching discharge he craved.
Abruptly, he plucked himself from her slobbering orifice. "Hurry," he croaked. "Get up here."
Linda did not immediately comprehend his plea. Thrilling him with that monstrosity in her mouth had left her woozy.
Dave hoisted her onto the opposite end of the sofa, inches apart from John and Sheila. He deposited her on its arm, with her ass propped high. Her legs separated, furnishing a delectable view of her moist snatch.
Without a foundation for the sudden clutch of animalism, Dave commenced as though a fireball had been lodged in the base of his cock. He seized that luscious rump and carefully massaged it. Linda's ass was firm and proportionate. He enclosed it with both hands, pinching her fine flesh, then divided the halves with his thumbs. Her pink anus winked at him. His dick stretched painfully before him. He closed the distance between them. His stout helmet, dripping with Linda's saliva, pressed into that wrinkled hole. It seemed enormous in relation to the space she had to fit him. Nonetheless, Dave had need of it.
"Ohhhhh," Linda sobbed, fully aroused. Dave's rounded tip pulsed furiously against her rectum. She squirmed, yet held herself ready to digest his bulk. Pushing her ass toward him, she helped in completing the connection. Dave slid into her smooth, curvaceous butt. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, yeah, baby. Fill my ass with your stiff cock."
Dave groaned as those compact buns encompassed him. "Oh, Jesus." He threw his head back, his mouth dropping open. Linda smothered him with her quivering flesh. Her anus swallowed him. Unable to contain the urge, he launched a luxurious rhythm. Pulling back, he savored the tug of his dick's skin, then drove into that awesome crack. Ahhhhh. The loving crush of Linda's buttocks celebrated his return. He repeated that lumbering movement, gasping at each turn. "Oh, yeah, baby. Let me fuck that ass. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhh. Let me stick myself in there."
"Ohhhhhh," Linda panted, writhing against the sofa. Although massive, he quenched a deep-seated thirst that rumbled through her body. Instantly, her finger went to her clit and effected a massage that supplemented his effort. She went over and over that distended bud, scratching that infectious itch. "Ohhhhh. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me with that big cock. Stroke my ass."
Dave put it where it did them the most good. He watched himself plunge into those shapely crescents. He heard Linda's slick fingers attending to her excited cunt. Her emotional outcome spurred his appetite. He moved his hips, feeding hard dick to her rectum. Fastening his hands to her waist, he dragged her flush with his sex-hungry body; his cock pounded further into the strangling force of her ass-hole.
Linda's breath came up short. Feeling that rigid thing jerking through that narrow passage elevated her joy. Ignoring the sensation he generated became impossible. She rubbed her clit faster, ascending to that ecstatic plane. "Oh, yeah. That's what I want, baby. More. Ohhhhh. Fuck me hard. Pump my ass."
Sheila moaned as John rammed her. Sweat poured down his chest in profusion. He buried his swollen member in her pussy. She glanced at the stem of his cock as it moved toward her uncoupled cunt lips, then clenched her teeth when he touched bottom. Oh, God-she really felt the man in him. "Ohhhhhhh," she wept, lifting her butt to snare more of that imposing member. She willed herself into a vise. John's cock throbbed in her clutches. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me with it. Oh, yeah. Give it to me, baby. It's what I need. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhh."
John answered her call. He shoved himself into that wet snatch, letting his balls smack her. Doing her had been spectacular. Never were his senses more fully awakened. Sheila gave him tremendous pleasure. He wanted to fuck her a whole lot. Cumming would hardly put a dent in his lust; he had no doubt Sheila's voluptuous figure would renew his desire.
The apartment echoed with their feral grunts. Sheila equated the sounds to those made at the fitness center when the four of them were at peak conditioning. Fucking, in her opinion, was infinitely preferable to attempting any one of those slenderizing machines.
John pumped her for several more minutes before his features became flush. He tore out of her pussy and aimed at her shaking, sweat-covered breasts. "Can't hold back," he croaked before shooting cum on her tits. "Ugggghhhhh. Ugggghhhhh."
Sheila barely heard him. His last few thrusts sent her over the edge. She convulsed beneath his hot spurts. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Linda jerked wildly before Dave. Her finger had hit a tender spot-and precipitated a ferocious orgasm. "Oh, baby. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhh."
Hearing her climax sent Dave into a lather. He disengaged himself, then squirt jism over her trembling buttocks. His raging torrent spouted like a creamy fount.
The young men neared collapsed. Each was subjected to a draining orgasm. Post-hypnotic suggestions instilled in their subconscious, they had no clue that fucking the girls would culminate in gut-wrenching splendor.
Nor were they aware that the girls had attached invisible strings which could be pulled at will to carry out their whims.
Sheila and Linda had every intention of invoking that right for a future purpose.