Chapter 6
Sheila and Linda were in the midst of a strenuous workout when they were visited by a rugged-looking blond hunk. Sheila, elevating her slim figure from the Leg Press, gave him the once-over while Linda calmly jogged on the Tread Mill. Her half-sister's lukewarm reception surprised her. Their guest was of lush quality. Linda favored fair-haired men, specifically of German-Irish descent, with a groomed mustache such as their virile arrival. Muscles rippled from his arms. She assumed he could bench-press twice his weight, given his biceps' dimensions.
Linda, strangely, distanced herself from everyone. Her behavior annoyed Sheila.
"How are you ladies doing?" he pleasantly greeted.
"Good," Sheila purred, conspicuously scanning his body. "Very good."
He grinned from her frank study. "Spend much time here?"
Sheila's sensual, lips provocatively curved. "As often as possible. We meet the most delicious men."
He acknowledged her compliment and seductive analysis with a little surveillance of his own. Sheila's big-breasted figure intrigued him. Linda's coolness, by default, ranked her second. Clad in tights and leotards, their bodies were shown to advantage.
"I'm Kurt Driehardt," he said.
"Sheila Davenport." She tapped her bosom, then pointed a finger, "Linda Webster."
Linda, absorbed in her routine, failed to offer a friendly smile. Her half-sister's aloofness irked Sheila. Linda did not normally behave poorly. Her demeanor was comparable to a harsh slap. Sheila mentally dictated a note to herself, determined to consult her ill-mannered sibling.
To compensate Linda's insouciance, Sheila carried the conversation. "We haven't seen much of you."
He beamed. She was positive he wanted to crack, "You can see all you want, just pull down these shorts." Instead, Kurt responded, "My work hours fluctuate. I'm a pilot for an airline."
Mmmmmm. Sheila envisioned a hefty bankroll. Pilots generally received steep remuneration, allowing some to live extravagantly. The absence of a wedding band increased his appeal. "That profession has always earned my respect. It must take tremendous courage to fly one of those huge planes."
He shrugged while straddling a muscle-conditioning machine. His biceps expanded the moment he pulled down on the stacked weights. "I suppose they can intimidate-but if you've had Air Force training, they're a piece of cake."
They talked for a while. Sheila learned enough to realize he was next on her agenda. Her memory of him had been jogged as he supplied answers to her carefully submitted questions. His name and confidential statistics were in the building's database of its residents. She merely overlooked him.
From his athletic looks and rife sex appeal, she wanted to get naked with him. Ohhhhhhh. The thought of riding that magnificent body made her wet. From her viewpoint, Kurt promised to be quite a stud.
Linda absented herself from those calculations. "I'm going to head back and take a shower," she informed Sheila, without glancing at Kurt. "See you in a bit."
"Fine." Sheila didn't dare stage a scene before her quarry. Her proposed lecture would wait until later. "Are you planning to go somewhere this evening?"
"Not to my knowledge."
"Good. Let's stay in and have dinner."
Linda waved, then took her leave.
"Who was that?" Kurt asked, checking her out.
"My half-sister. I believe she isn't feeling well." She stroked Kurt's upper arm, teeming with muscle. "I, on the other hand, am terrific."
He shot her a grin. "I'll bet you are."
Within seconds of Linda's departure, the door to the fitness center opened and Paula appeared. She waved nonchalantly at Sheila.
"Another friend?" Kurt pressed.
"Yes. Paula Meyers. She lives in this building. Perhaps you've seen her."
"I'm afraid not," he said. "My last few flights were back to back, taking me all over the country. I've hardly been around." His prolonged gaze informed Sheila he was equally attracted to her.
Paula's luscious body in that striking, skintight outfit accelerated her pulse. Recalling their steamy incident of the other day, along with Paula's disenchantment with her boyfriend, Sheila considered killing two birds with one stone. Surely Paula would be open-minded to an afternoon romp particularly if it involved a stud like Kurt. Her adventurous nature guaranteed it.
Paula sauntered to the machines, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. Her distracted look resembled Linda's-engrossed with some personal matter.
"What's been happening?" Sheila inquired. "It's been days since I last saw you."
"Angelo kept me busy," she replied.
"Oh? With what?"
Paula waved her off. "A few pet projects he's been meaning to complete-nothing very interesting." Her blue eyes ventured in Kurt's direction. "Hi, I'm Paula."
"So I was told. I'm Kurt."
Paula warmed to him. Her lips curved and her eyes flashed. Kurt's charisma apparently punctured her self-absorption. Sheila was relieved to see evidence of the girl she remembered.
From Paula's flirtatious glances, Kurt was led to believe her relationship with Angelo was either platonic or frayed. Sheila, not to be forgotten, insinuated herself in the scheme. Both women were so titillating, Kurt couldn't choose. They pressed their tits against him, grazed his thigh and came close to mischievously brushing his crotch with their fingers. Their suggestive comments bolstered his suspicion that they were making a play.
Sheila simplified his decision. After spending an hour and half sweating with the man, she took the shrewd approach. "You ever make it with two girls?"
"Huh?"
"Haven't you done a three-way with some stewardesses?" Paula chimed.
A devilish smile took shape. "like you wouldn't believe."
Sheila silently took stock of his paraphernalia upon their arrival. Kurt had the consummate bachelor pad, replete with the trimmings: bar, trophy case, a few paintings and furniture designed for fucking. He had a coin collection that made her pulse jump. Accumulating silver seemed a mundane hobby unless valuable pieces graced that assortment.
Kurt was oblivious to her surveillance. Paula unconsciously kept him enthralled. "Would either of you care for a drink?"
"Would it be too forward of us to request champagne?" Sheila asked.
"As it happens, I have Dom Perignon cooling on ice."
Sheila applauded. "By all means, drag the bucket to the playroom, and let the festivities begin."
Kurt's bedroom was a veritable sexual arena ostensibly created for sport rather than repose. The brass headboard of his water bed seemed designed for handcuffs or silk restraints. The circular ceiling mirror was strategically placed to capture all the action. A control panel built into the sides of the bed appeared ready to command recessed lighting, an entertainment system and possibly a hidden video camera.
Kurt poured champagne in their glasses, then relaxed against the pillows. He made no motion to undress, nor did he direct them to do so. A lazy afternoon of experimentation beckoned.
Sheila shed her tights first. Baring her flawless legs, she stretched them for Kurt's inspection. "When do you fly next?"
He grinned. "Why do you ask?"
"I want to know how long we can stay and ravage you."
He laughed. "Unfortunately, you have the day. Tomorrow, I have to be in Tucson, then New York. My schedule, I'm sad to report, is full for the weeks ahead."
His imminent departure from Seattle presented an unforeseen obstacle. He wasn't leaving her much time, and Paula compounded the situation. Sheila patted her canvas bag. Her diamond pendant was stowed inside, primed for the initiation of a new slave.
She had a feeling about Paula. Perhaps she could enchant Kurt without alarming her friend. She could conceivably pull it off without repercussions if her hypnotic instructions were properly administered.
Mmmmmm. Risk turned her on-specifically when it entailed two sensual creatures.
Paula, eager to entice Kurt, removed not only her tights, but her leotard as well. She dropped her clothes with abandon, dancing to an unheard beat. Her blonde hair whipped from one shoulder to the other. She solicited Kurt's notice and got it.
"You've got to get naked, too," she purred.
"Why don't you take care of that for me," he hoarsely suggested.
"That task ought to be jointly handled," Sheila murmured, yanking off her leotard. Her tits bounced vigorously after being set free. She succeeded in dividing Kurt's attention. The corner of his mouth tugged. Sheila's gape dropped to his crotch, where a tent was in the making. "There is too much there to attempt handling alone, honey."
Paula wasn't about to share Kurt without a fight. Sliding onto the bed, she snuggled against his manly form. She selfishly sought his lips. Kurt responded with a groan. She pressed herself to his mouth, then inserted her tongue. Kurt gladly permitted her entry. His arms surrounded her, dragging her lush nudity to his chest. She could feel the hunger inside him from the intensity of their kiss.
Kurt was transported by those voracious lips. His cock twitched inside his athletic shorts. Sheila accentuated his chill by lightly stroking his apparatus. Her feathery caress influenced its steady growth.
Sheila groped his erection. Kurt was a well-hung male-equipped to accommodate more than one partner. She looked forward to sitting on those sturdy thighs and rocking herself to orgasm-that was, after pilfering certain items.
"Look at this thing," Sheila mentioned while tracing it with her finger. Kurt's impressive bulge stole her breath. "He's enormous."
Paula glimpsed it, then tossed Kurt a wink. "Mmmmmm. What a man."
"Why don't you take it out?" Kurt suggested. "Give it some air-and saliva."
"Excellent idea." Sheila tugged the elastic waistband over his hips, then steered that thick organ from captivity. His dick emerged like a swinging club. The wrist-thick base tapered to a trimmer, bulbous tip. His cock was of increasing width, promising a wicked ride. "Oh, wow. Look, Paula. Look at it."
Kurt was fondling Paula's breasts when she turned. His thumbs bordered her pert nipples. Her outpouring joy became evident. 'Touch my pussy," she whispered after a moment's leer. "Feel how wet I am from seeing it."
Kurt's hand dropped to her blonde curls, then dipped between her lips. "Soaked," was his delighted assessment.
"Get his shirt off," Sheila motioned. "I want to see the whole package before he goes in my mouth."
Paula carried out her wish. Kurt voluntarily raised his arms so that she could yank the tank top over his head. His highly developed chest featured a carpet of gold-the exact shade of his mustache. Kurt's coppery tan was obviously the outcome of top transcontinental sunbathing spots.
Kurt observed Sheila drooling over his prized member. "In my book, if it looks good-eat it."
Sheila lifted her eyebrows. "That, it does."
Kirk raised his hips, aiming for her mouth. His bloated crown almost skimmed her lips. "Go for it. Have some."
His masculine scent drove her wild. She kissed the head, then traced the fleshy overhang of its rim with her tongue. Within seconds of completing that revolution, a bead of cum oozed from its slit. Sheila spared not a moment in cleaning it. Kurt had a rich, salty flavor.
"I want some, too," Paula whined, neighboring herself between his hair-dusted thighs. "Share that thing with me."
"Give her a part to suck on," Kirk said.
Sheila clasped his pulsing shaft. Kirk's dick dwarfed her dainty fist. He had, what she termed, a woman pleaser. "Think you could handle this much?" she teased Paula. "A girl of your tender age might not know what to do with it"
"Give me a chance. I want to try." She tongued him softly, fluttering over that velvet track. A fine stream of bubbles were left in the wake of that vibrant tip.
"Oh, yeah," Kurt said, momentarily abandoning his cool, and visibly enjoying her technique. His sharp intake suggested his utter delight with her sample trial. "Wow. That was some sweet action."
"I can do better than that," Sheila bragged. "What you got, baby, was a taste of heaven. Here's the actual trip-a nonstop flight."
She descended upon that obtuse-angled cock, taking it into a hot suck. Kurt's convulsive gasp wasn't enough to satisfy her. She drew powerfully on him, smothering that thriving piece of man flesh in her oral heat.
"Jesus," Kurt groaned, ill-prepared for such fierce suction. Sheila looked a delicate soul of feline grace hardly the torrentially winded cock swallower latched to him. He witnessed those luscious lips scurrying to the root, ambitiously consuming him. His whole cock vanished in one continuous gulp. His features contorted as she twisted up and down his thing.
"Mmmmmm," Sheila slobbered.
Sheila's foray amused Paula. "He's going nuts. Look at him!" Kurt's weathered expression served as proof. "God, how can you take so much of it? I'd choke if I went down on him that fast."
Sheila was totally oblivious. Her lips ascended and descended Kurt, bound for orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh," he groaned, writhing beneath the force of her suction.
Paula tapped her on the shoulder. "That was dirty pool. I thought we were evenly matched. Deep-throating him might be a hard act to follow, but I want to try. Hand over that cock and let me give it my best shot."
Sheila slowly disgorged him. Kurt trembled after his release. "I suppose there's only one way of proving who's better. We'll ask the judge."
Kurt shook his head. "It's a close contest."
Sheila's lips curved. "Do you think you can tell whose tongue is on you if you were blindfolded?"
Paula giggled. "What a splendid idea. He'll recognize us for our unique licks."
"A blindfold?" Kurt echoed. "But I like watching you on it. Shielding my eyes would rob me of that pleasure."
"The option of ripping it off is always yours," Sheila pointed out. "Indulge us. We're each curious to learn who's going to bring you to a boil."
"How do we decide the winner?" Paula asked.
"He'll cum in her mouth." Sheila dropped her nipple to his eye level. That pink protuberance looked bursting with flavor. "The winner gets the seat of her choice: his lap, or his face." In a soft voice, she asked, "Do you like to eat pussy, cowboy?"
"It's my specialty," he crowed. "I've been known to raise a ceiling or two with my rotary method. Hmmmmmmmm. I'll bet yours is honey-glazed."
"Let's hope I'm the one who milks you," Sheila sassed. "Then you'll know for sure."
Kurt produced a silk scarf from a hidden compartment in the bed frame. "Will one of you ladies perform the honors?"
Paula snatched it from him before Sheila could put a hand out. T tie a better knot." Sheila feigned indignation. "Bitch." Paula laughed.
Kurt settled back on the pillows, visually handicapped. "I'm ready when you are, ladies."
Sheila ravenously regarded his tall-standing cock. "We can see that."
"No talking!" Paula declared. "You'll tip him off. We've got to make this fair."
Sheila permitted Paula to devise and enforce the rules. She even let her go first. When Paula lowered her face to Kurt's throbbing dick, Sheila examined her bag. Her pendant awaited gainful employment.
"Oh, yeah," Kurt croaked as Paula's tongue slithered up and down his cock. "Ahhhhhhh. That feels incredible." His thighs attempted to close around Paula's lithe body, but Sheila kept them separated.
Paula applied one shiny coat after another on that suckable dick. That was a whole lot of man to take into her mouth, but Paula yearned for it. Kurt had the kind of cock extensively publicized in porno movies. Surely that monstrosity had reaped the benefits of many tongues and cunts-with several other-ingenious devices thrown in for good measure. No matter the range of talent he believably enjoyed, Paula wanted badly to relieve him of his frustrating burden.
Sheila pulled her back by the shoulder. Paula's tongue wiggled away from that cunt-loving shaft. She wasn't nearly through giving him a demonstration of her cocksucking expertise. Paula silently pouted while her sexy competitor dove for it.
Sheila puckered that triangular dick. Wrapping her lips about the head proved an attainable feat, but as she descended its length, the elasticity of her mouth was driven to the limit. Having confirmed a flair for deep-throat, Sheila reveled in reproducing her eye-popping performance. Inch by inch, she swallowed him. His cock entered her throat. Her tongue remained in constant motion, thrilling him with its butterfly strokes.
Kurt's Adam's apple rippled. His lips turned in degrees, contingent on the amount imbibed. His golden mustache danced after each gulp. Sheila's imagine sucks elicited a wrenching groan. "Oh, yeah. I can tell who's got the bottomless throat."
Paula yanked Sheila away, then signaled for her to extend the same courtesy. Sheila surrendered her thriving mouthful without incident. Having achieved total relaxation of the muscles, her dislodging him was a mere twist of the lips.
Paula's method of downing him was almost an exact duplication. Her lips rolled over that manly stalk, striving fully to ingest him. She maneuvered her tongue differently, applying a tormenting caress. She kissed Kurt's balls after settling to the ample base.
"Ahhhhhhh." Kurt threw his head back. His chest expanded and contracted from the oral commotion the girls engendered. The temptation to remove his blindfold reached epic proportions. He wanted to see his giant cock vanish in its recipient's face.
Sheila appreciated Kurt's difficulty before jumping into action. Timing had always been of the essence when enlisting a new servant. Accessing her canvas bag, she extracted the diamond pendant. It glittered beneath the array of overhead lights and mirror. She slipped on her instrument of enslavement while observing Paula's blonde tresses fall over Kurt's lap. By the time Paula whipped her mane aside and provided an unobstructed view of his bulging foundation encompassed by a pair of red lips, Sheila had her jewel aligned for his induction.
Sweat poured from Kurt's temple. Christ. That mouth-whose ever it was-drove him insane. It sucked his cock to a bursting apex. He just had to watch those dick-famished lips stroke him to orgasm without waiting for the shuddering finale.
"Okay, I want to see who's sucking it," he growled, ridding himself of the shielding scarf. The knot Paula secured was no match for his frustration. He tossed it to the side and gazed at Paula's bobbing head. She gorged herself on his king-sized member. Cock protruded from those luscious lips. He pushed a little more into her dazed expression. Ahhhhhhhh. He groaned as she drew strongly on his trapped organ. "You're doing a swell job, baby. Why don't you finish?"
"Mmmmmmmm," Paula sobbed. After sucking him for several uninterrupted minutes, she couldn't stop herself. She prodded that flourishing mass with her tongue. Kurt's hearty pulse excited her. His large vein beat soundly against her sinuous tip. Widening her lips, she attempted to increase her intake. Kurt had already exacted the range of her lips; that hadn't hindered her from trying.
Kurt lazily switched from Paula to Sheila. He half-expected her to be jiggling herself from that stirring accomplishment. Instead, he was met with a curious sight. Sheila aimed a diamond pendant, which he hadn't seen before, so that it glittered brightly. Although he yearned to resume his study of Paula's pleasure-giving mouth, he was inexplicably riveted to that jewel.
Sheila saw his tension dim, replaced by the familiar emotionless countenance she ordained. His clear blue eyes went still, then enlarged. His pupils seemed to shrink in size as she deepened his trance. Kurt responded favorably to her pendant.
"Take your mouth off him," Sheila commanded. "Now."
Paula discounted Sheila's order. She went on sucking his dick as though deaf.
Sheila gripped her shoulders, then steered her away from that big cock. Webs of spittle clung to its awesome shape. Bubble formations dribbled to its plump foundation. Although under her influence, Kurt exhibited a full-scale erection. Not the slightest dent was put on its dimensions.
Paula shook herself from her sex-induced stupor. Kurt's vacant look puzzled her. His sightlessness propelled her panic. "What's wrong with him?" she whispered.
"Get away from him," Sheila firmly spoke. She dragged her safely from his proximity. "You mustn't touch him."
"Did you do something?" Paula stammered.
"Be still."
Paula sensed trouble. She linked responsibility for Kurt's condition to the pendant that suddenly materialized. "Does it have something to do with that."
"Shush."
"Keep away from me!" Paula exclaimed, inching from her soothing grasp.
Sheila identified Paula's growing hysteria. Panic was the last thing she needed-or anticipated. Paula's reaction was unforeseen. She expected the girl to be stunned, but not to flip out on her. She had to intercede before she woke Kurt.
"Calm down." Sheila wrestled Paula. The two naked women struggled while Kurt stared into space with his legs spread and cock upright. Fortunately, Sheila managed to climb on top of her without Paula disturbing him. Stationing a knee on either side of her head, Paula was pinned. Sheila reveled at the silken feel of her bucking curves. Paula turned her on, even at the height of madness. The pendant, hanging freely from her jutting breasts, held her sole recourse. "There's no cause for alarm."
Paula lay still. That fearsome pendant swung pendulously before her eyes.
Sheila backed away, uncovering Paula's tits. Lowering her hands, she gently brushed the alert nipples with her palms. "It's okay. Stop worrying. Everything will be fine. Trust me."
Paula moaned while receiving that lush massage. Her blue eyes were trained on the pendant.
Sheila lightly rotated those nipples with her fingertips. "You won't remember, baby. You won't remember. Leave it to me. I'll erase it from your mind, like an incorrect pencil mark on a piece of paper. Yeah. Shhhh."
Paula's fear slowly dissipated as Sheila took control. The myriad colors glittering before her were inescapable. The upsetting scene that just occurred was eclipsed by Sheila's tranquilizing message and that flashing display.
Sheila dismounted her just as Paula went under. Those blue eyes dimmed, then went hollow. "That's it, baby. Settle down." The girl's nipples were fully distended, a sign of peak arousal. Later, Sheila would surely enjoy her revival. Paula was sure to be insatiable.
Sheila shook her head. Damn! She hadn't counted on having to use hypnosis to sedate her. Paula struck her as a bit naive; she expected to pull off Kurt's submission with almost no explanation. Mesmerization was the last, lamentable resort. Paula gave her no choice but to freeze her emotions.
Maintaining a safe distance, she said to a mentally anesthetized Paula, "You will recall nothing of this incident. At the snap of my fingers, it will be entirely deleted from your mind."
Paula didn't blink or move.
She switched to Kurt. Slumped against a nest of pillows, his muscled thighs thrown apart and that upright cock coated with spit, he appeared ready for a sex marathon; his unbroken stare put that scenario on hold. Until she authorized it, Kurt's spirit was in limbo.
"Your soul is mine," she coldly informed him. "You are powerless to defy me. My instructions will be followed without critique, nor rebellion. I do not abide impertinence. You are my slave and will obey at my command. Nod to acknowledge your fate."
He did.
"Good." Her voice lacked benevolence. When relieving someone of priceless goods, extending kindness was trivial. Robbery was a grim task. "Do you have a safe? Stored valuables? Expensive collectibles? Hidden treasures? I want them all."
Kurt provided her with an impressive list. He, like others drafted into subservience, kept dozens of salable items on premises. Among Sheila's acquisitions were stock certificates, gold coins, rare artwork, jewelry and other disposable property.
She hauled them to her condo without incident. Linda was not at home. Where her half-sister had gone was anyone's guess. Linda no longer offered any explanations. Sheila intended to revisit the subject of her estrangement. The months they'd enjoyed of absolute closeness seemed an eternity away. When considering that her half-sister had searched endlessly for her, rescued her from Sam Andriola's awful tentacles to become her caring partner, Linda's detachment held no logic.
God! The thought of Sam Andriola gave her the chills. Even stumbling upon his name, much less conjuring his image, brought a rash of goose bumps. The man, in her opinion, was thoroughly repellent.
Sheila returned to the scene of her most recent crime, finding Kurt and Paula legitimately spellbound. She prepared to navigate them to the conscious world, minus their cognizance of her domination. Final instructions were individually issued, forbidding them to recall the events leading to their captivation.
Sheila lowered her mouth to Paula's cunt and licked the juicy flaps. She had stayed moist, even during her recruitment. Three slurps later, Paula stirred.
Without missing a beat, Sheila shifted to Kurt. His balls became her salivary target. She lapped his taut sac until his chest progressively rose and fell.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he muttered.
"Mmmmmmm," Sheila murmured, running her tongue over his fleshy pouch. Kurt's exhalations verified that her post-hypnotic instructions had taken effect. She glanced over her shoulder at Paula. "I thought we were engaged in a blow job tournament."
Paula displayed no distressed signs. The conversion of her frantic behavior to ignorant bliss seemed genuine. Smiling dreamily at Sheila, she recommenced her luxurious suckle.
Mere sucking, however, was unacceptable to Kurt. His energized libido required something more satisfying than those kittenish licks. Picking up his hips, he thrust his cock in the air. "Go ahead, baby," he suggested to Paula. "Sit on it."
Paula contemplated a ride on that immense shaft. "Sure."
Although she voluntarily mounted him, Kurt dragged her into position. He seemed impatient about getting inside her pussy. Given the consequences of post-hypnosis, his voracious need for sex was understandable.
Paula spread her legs wide for that vertical cock. Sheila continued to provide additional lubrication with her saliva-rich tip. She wriggled over those succulent folds, gleaning her natural sugars. Mmmmmm. Paula moaned from Sheila's foamy swabbing.
Kurt trembled from the powerful demand in his loins. He gripped Paula's waist and aimed for her squishy center. His bulbous head punctured those wet, puffy lips. He encountered Sheila's vigorous tongue whipping Paula into a frenzy. She brushed his dick with hot saliva. Ahhhhhhh. He stuck more of his shaft into that cunt, then clenched his teeth. Paula took possession of him. Bearing down with his heels and reclaiming his breath, he jammed a generous portion into that tight pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh," Paula moaned as Kurt entered her. God! It felt good to be opened by a man. Kurt's extraordinary dimensions split her in half as gravity took her to his awesome trunk. His size made her ache. "Oh, baby, there's so much.. .ohhhhh! You're so thick-so big."
"You can take it," Sheila whispered, delving into her expanding orifice. Kurt bulged significantly within her quivering border. "Push down and take more."
"Ohhlihhhhhhhh," Paula sobbed. Arching her spine, her mouth dropped open. Her visible anguish did not prevent her from straining to increase her consumption. An uncommon itchiness deep in her pussy needed to be scratched. The astonishing reach of Kurt's cock enabled her contact with that remote spot. Paula had never been afflicted with such horniness in the past. Swiveling her hips, she attempted to capture more of it.
"That's right, baby," Kurt gasped. Perspiration cropped at his brow. His features screwed up as she ground herself to him. He had no tolerance for prolonging her descent. Getting to her sodden core was of vital importance. Urgency fueled his veins. He helped her by jerking his hips. His cock sliced into a warm, clinging cunt. Slowly, they completed the connection. The wet, juicy lips stuck to him. Paula smothered him in liquid heat. "Ahhhhhh. Yeah. Let me in that tight pussy."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Paula saw stars when meeting his rock-solid base. Kurt leaned into her soft mound, smashing his balls to her ass.
Sheila lashed that emerging section of him. Kurt protruded from Paula's gored cunt. Using her tongue, she traced the pink edging that cleaved to Kurt's dick. Mmmmmmmm. Her saliva oozed behind Paula's constricted flaps, greasing her for Kurt's pulsing mass. Kurt went in and out of that snatch with less blockage.
"Oh, yeah," Paula moaned, humping him. The enormous diameter of his base no longer posed a problem. Her pussy kissed his balls without any unpleasant backlash. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
"Does that feel good?" Kurt muttered. He gripped Paula's slim waist and yanked her down. His balls slapped her ass. "Here. Come back for some more." He slammed himself into her, causing her to thrash. He savagely pumped her with his bony dick without allowing her a moment's recovery. That hot pussy swallowed him whole, sucking him into its buttery warmth.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula whimpered with abandon. "Oh, yes. Fuck me with that big cock."
Sheila was content doling out her frothy lashes, but Kurt had other plans. He dragged her away from Paula's pulsing clit. "You're going to sit on my face."
Sheila offered no argument. In a burst of strength, he aligned her pussy with his mouth. That first curling slurp robbed her of oxygen; the second and third brought screaming. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Eat me, baby. Eat my snatch. Suck my clit."
"Mmmmmm," Kurt growled against her refreshing cunt-flesh. Her honey flowed down his throat. "Yeah, baby. Ooze on my tongue."
Sheila rode his face. Temporarily forgetting that lodged member in Paula's cunt, she concentrated on his meandering probe. Kurt ate ravenously of her sugary pulp. His mustache tickled her pussy. Blindly, Sheila humped that wriggling tongue. She sobbed as it fucked her.
Paula, moving forward, locked her lips around Sheila's swollen nipple. She tongued that nub until it throbbed in her mouth. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured, sucking it.
No matter how briskly Sheila moved, Kurt's expert tip followed her. His fast, satisfying whips were going to make her climax. She had no control over her pleasure's course. Kurt was in the driver's seat. He felt it necessary to accelerate her pace.
Paula galloped on Kurt's lap, gripping him in a delirious vise. That hard, burrowing cock was exactly what she needed. She brought her clasping lips down on that rigid thing. Kurt's balls ballooned from the strain. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Unable to contain her ecstasy, she embraced Sheila. Their mouths met and exchanged tongues. Mmmmm. Sheila's kiss fired her passion. Mewling, she ground herself to the cum-swollen balls.
Sheila pressed herself to Kurt's mouth. Ohhhhhh. He jabbed his tongue into her cunt. She gasped from its delightful stretch. He circled her clit, assaulting it in the same serpentine fashion. Sheila's lower region tingled from his oral attack. The barrage of tingles radiated to every nerve in her body.
"I'm going to cum," she moaned, unable to shake the chills he delivered. "I'm going to cum."
Her announcement escalated his slurps. His ferocious suck sent her over the edge. Sheila went hoarse, her vocal cords hurting from those guttural cries. She pelted him with her slick mound while in the throes of orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhh," she screamed. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Sheila slumped from his face just as Kurt felt the jism cooking in his nuts. He was about to explode in Paula's cunt. He hammered her with his dick, imploring her to accompany him to paradise. The additional slamming was unnecessary. Paula had already achieved fulfillment. Her beautiful face was riddled with contortions. She willingly surrendered to the onslaught. Her wild gyrations threatened to snap off his rigid member.
"Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Kurt gushed into that contracting cunt. He thought he was going to lose consciousness from the ferocity of his spasms. He couldn't recall cumming with such force, or longevity.
"Uggghhhhh," he howled. "Uggghhhhhh."
While Kurt succumbed to sleep, Paula floated into Sheila's arms. They pecked at each other's lips and whispered endearments. A lovely, caring afterglow followed.
Paula fastened Sheila with an impish look. "You realize, of course, it didn't work."
"Hmmmmmm?" Sheila murmured. "What do you mean?"
She tinkled with laughter. "You didn't hypnotize me."
Sheila's heart nearly stopped. "What?"
Paula rose. From the slant of her features, she contained a secret of which Sheila hadn't the slightest clue. "Come with me. I have a surprise for you."