Virgin no more
The tumultuous passions hidden within many individuals are often guarded by only a thin veneer of normalcy. Dormant, they are only exposed when the proper combination of circumstances make it impossible for the person in the grip of these degrading desires to retain a sense of decency and propriety.
The soft spoken man who, during a strip show at a stag party, loses control of himself and climbs up on the stage, joining the girl in her performance. The model housewife who suddenly strips in the back yard for the young boy mowing her lawn. The nurse who gives much more than a bed bath to anyone willing and able to take more from her.
Sheila Jennings is one of these presumably normal people. But deep within her there is a love of depravity which, once it is unleashed by an emotional crisis, quickly takes command of her, driving her deeper and deeper into a succession of attempts to relieve the burning passion that now controls her.
VIRGIN NO MORE -- the story of a young woman whose life explodes around a single problem, driving her ever deeper into the depths of perversity. A story about one person's response to the pervasive problems of our modem world.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jim was the first person Sheila had ever really been in love with, so when he left her she thought the world was going to come to an end. Needless to say, it didn't, and she was surprised to find that she could get along quite well without him.
For a while at least.
She was twenty when they broke up, and still a virgin. This had a lot to do with his decision to walk out, a fact which Sheila had a great deal of difficulty understanding. In many ways she was a bit old-fashioned, and this was one of them. Her mother had always told her that if she went to bed with a man before they got married, he would stop respecting her and would soon leave her.
Now, belatedly, she began to wonder if perhaps her mother might have been wrong.
After three days of crying and being otherwise generally miserable, Sheila came up with what she hoped would be the solution to her problems: she would quit her job and move to New York. She knew that her parents wouldn't like the idea, but there was little enough they could do about it, since she had her own car and had managed to save a tidy bundle of money by working as a secretary and living at home since high school.
Once her mind was made up, she wasted no time in implementing her plan. There were too many bad associations with Jim as long as she stayed around here; if she left she was certain she would feel better.
And she was right.
As soon as she emerged from the Lincoln Tunnel into midtown Manhattan, she could sense the excitement of the city. Things were definitely going to be better here, she just knew it.
Though it was late in the afternoon when she arrived, Sheila wanted to waste no time at all in looking for a job. Her first intention was to go to an employment agency, but as she looked through the classified section of the newspaper, one job in particular looked interesting to her. It was listed as a secretarial job, but the fringe benefits included free travel to Europe and the west coast.
She decided to try it.
As she entered the high rise office building on Third Avenue, the opulence of her surroundings almost caused tier to turn back. She suddenly felt very shy.
But after a moment's indecision, she decided to go through with it. After all, if she was going to make it here, there was no way she could afford to be shy.
No way at all.
After several inquiries and a short wait, Sheila was ushered into the office of the personnel director. His name was Mr. Hoffer, and Sheila's first impression of him was that he was less than attractive. He was looking at her in a way which she only half understood, but which made her uncomfortably aware, of the fact that the sweater she was wearing was a tight-fitting one which showed clearly the full curve of her ample tits.
"Let me see," he said, shuffling through a pile of applications on his desk. "Why don't you go ahead and fill out an application, then come back later tonight for an interview. I'll be working late, and maybe I'll have something for you then."
Sheila filled out an application, promising to return at eight that evening. Though it sounded like an odd time for an interview, she realized that she was in no position to dictate the arrangements; she would have come at two in the morning if it meant getting a job.
At precisely eight o'clock she paused in the hallway outside Mr. Hoffer's office. She no longer had any doubts about what was going on; the building was almost completely dark except for this hallway, and the only office that seemed to be occupied was Mr. Hoffer's.
For the past three hours Sheila had been thinking primarily about the way he had looked at her earlier in the day, and she had come to the conclusion that if she were to have any hopes at all of landing a job, she would have to please Mr. Hoffer. And pleasing Mr. Hoffer, she realized, would probably entail doing precisely the same things she had refused to do with Jim.
All right, then. Why not?
After all, if this was the only way she could get a good job, she might as well get used to the idea. Besides, she was fed up with living by the rules her mother had laid out for her. All she had gotten from that style of living was a miserable end to her relationship with Jim.
The door was ajar, so without further hesitation she pushed it open and entered the office. For the first time she noticed the couch along one wall.
Mr. Hoffer was sitting behind his desk. He looked up when he heard her enter, and for a moment neither of them spoke.
"Just have a seat on the couch. I'll be with you in a minute."
Hoffer could feel his cock getting hard at the sight of Sheila's tits beneath the sweater she was wearing.
As he pretended to go through the applications on his desk, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her hair was blonde, falling down around her shoulders. Her tits, as he had noticed earlier, were full and firm, swelling out from the rest of her body like twin melons, ripe and ready to be squeezed. He knew that before she left the office she would ask him do whatever he wanted to with her tits and rest of her body, or she wouldn't have a job.
Sheila knew the same thing.
Surprisingly enough, Sheila wasn't upset by it. In fact, she could look forward to the encounter now that the decision had, in her mind at least, been taken out of her hands. After all, she had to get a job, didn't she?
"Well," Mr. Hoffer said, sitting down next to her on the couch, "I just don't know. There are several of you with good qualifications."
"Oh please, Mr. Hoffer. I've just got to have a job. And I know I'd be good." She was looking directly into his eyes now, wondering if he had caught the double meaning of what she had just said.
"Good at what?" he asked, practically undressing her with his eyes.
"Everything," she breathed, realizing now that there was no turning back. Her breasts were heaving up and down as her breath came in quick, short gasps. It was all happening so quickly.
His hand was on her thigh now, and she could see a bulge in his trousers that she hadn't noticed before. When he spoke, his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
"I'm not sure I know what you want."
"Let me show you," she answered, suddenly feeling sexier than she evir had before in her life. Quickly site pulled her sweater over her head, suddenly revealing her naked upper body.
He gasped.
Her tits were even better than he had imagined. The nipples were brown and hard, erect in the coal air of the room, while the white flesh of her twin mounds practically begged to be licked and squeezed.
Sheila could tell that he was excited by what he saw, but before he could reach out and touch her she stood up and pulled her pants down, leaving only her panties.
A moment later they, too, ended up on the floor.
For a few seconds she let him look at her, then quickly she leaned forward and placed her hands on the bulge in his pants.
"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, groping far her tits at the same time. Sheila pushed him back on the couch, then pulled his trousers down to reveal his thick, hard prick.
It was so big!
Suddenly all the confidence that had been flooding through her since this encounter began evaporated. She could never get that monster inside her!
But she had to.
She could feel her own juices beginning to flow from deep inside her cunt, lubricating the pink lips through which his cock would have to pass in order to fill her pussy like nothing ever had before.
Straddling him now, she took his cock in her hand and placed it firmly at the entrance to her pulsing cunt, then slowly closed her eyes.
"No!" he said suddenly.
She opened her eyes.
"Suck it," he whispered. She knew better than to argue with him.
Moving off his tool, she bent down and took it in her hands. Her lips were just a few short inches above the smooth purple skin on the head, and she could see a few drops of his pre-cum already forming tiny beads on his narrow slit.
Quickly, before she had a chance to think about what she was doing, she let her tongue dart out and gobbled down the sticky fluid.
The taste was heavy, salty. She liked it.
Gaining confidence, she began to let her eager tongue explore his prick, sliding up and down the light, smooth skin, wetting it with her saliva until he glistened in the dim light of the room.
As he watched her from above, Hoffer could feel the hot curia bubbling up inside, gathering for the final rush that threatened to take place any moment.
But he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to make it last.
Using more will power than he realized he possessed, he managed to weather the storm. Now he could relax and enjoy what she was doing to him; he was in control once again.
She had carefully licked every inch of his prick now, and her lips were poised, half parted, just above the tip of his cock. Hoffer could hardly wait to see his prod disappear into that beautiful mouth.
Then suddenly, as if she had finally come to a decision, Sheila spread her wet lips and lowered them onto his glistening cock. A moment later his cockhead had disappeared in her mouth.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," he groaned.
Sheila felt as if she could never take him all the way inside her, but she knew she had to. Opening wider, and folding her lips over her teeth, she pushed slowly don.
"That's it, baby. Suck it..." he murmured, watching in fascination as she slowly pushed down, his cock disappearing into her mouth and throat. Finally she had taken it all in and Hoffer found himself leaning back and basking in the luxurious feeling of her clinging mouth and throat as it held tightly on to him.
Almost beside himself now, Hoffer began to gyrate his hips, shoving his tool in and out of her mouth, feeling it slide deep into her wet pocket, then withdraw into the light.
Sheila couldn't believe she had taken it all the way inside her, yet she knew that this was the case. With each stroke she gained more confidence, until after a few more seconds she began to feel that she was once again in control.
Harder now, she drove her head up and down his pumping cock. Each time it seemed to drive deeper into her mouth, but each time she felt more capable than ever of taking him all the way in.
She began to plan with his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them, while with her lips and tongue she continued to work on his cock.
Finally his cock began to tremble and shudder inside her and almost before she had a chance to prepare for it, he exploded, shooting his hot cum wildly against the back of her throat.
Eagerly she gobbled it down, enjoying the musky taste of his jizz, striving to take it all in her mouth without letting a single drop escape.
Again and again he spurted into her, groaning as her tongue licked the sensitive tip of his cock, taking in every drop.
In the end, when his cock had drained itself completely of cum and was limp in her mouth, she released it and looked up into his eyes.
Sheila smiled, revealing sticky traces of his cum on her tongue and teeth. She knew she was going to get the job.
There was no doubt about it.
An hour later Sheila was back in the worn she had rented for the night. She was feeling satisfied in one way, and frustrated in another.
What she had just done, she realized, was the first step in freeing herself from the hang-ups that had plagued her during her relationship with Jim.
And she had liked it. It was a little bit odd to realize that never before had she really thought much about a man's cock, but now she knew that tonight's experience was just the beginning.
But tonight wasn't over.
In fact, sucking Mr. Hoffer off had only whetted her appetite. She had hoped, afterwards, that he would want to fuck her. She had been a virgin long enough; more than long enough, in fact. She had some catching up to do.
But he hadn't wanted anything else.
So now she was alone in her room, hornier than she had ever been in her life, and ready to do something about it.
Taking all her clothes off, Sheila sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time she fully realized how frustrated Jim must have been; she was a beautiful girl. There was no question about it.
She looked at her tits.
They were full and firm, rising gently in their milky whiteness from the smooth, creamy color of the remains of her summer tan.
Almost trembling with excitement, she stood up. She could see the white outline, where her bikini had covered her crotch. The hair was soft and golden, for mink a perfect triangle that matched the color of her shoulder-length hair.
Slowly, feeling a dreamlike quality descend on her senses, she touched her stomach with her hand and began to let it slide down toward her crotch. At the same time she let her other hand touch her left breast, squeezing the white flesh gently, then lightly tracing circles over the sensitive nipples.
The brown buds grew hard immediately.
Her other hand was fondling her snatch hair now, rubbing the furry velvet of her triangle, anticipating the moment when it would continue it downward journey.
Still looking at herself in the mirror, Sheila leaned backward until she was lying on the bed, her smooth thighs spread shamelessly to reveal the rich, pink lips of her cunt.
Tentatively, gingerly, she spread the lips with two fingers. Then, with another finger, she probed inside the half open channel of her cunt, watching in awe as it disappeared into the tight moistness within.
A moment later the finger emerged, dripping with sticky rivulets of her own honey. After a moment's hesitation, she licked the juice from her finger, savoring the taste, feeling herself grow even more excited.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned as she plunged her finger once again into her oozing muff. Softly, tenderly she began to explore the tight recesses of her chamber, dipping the finger in and out, moving in small rings around the growing hardness of her clit.
It was fantastic.
She felt like she was about to melt now, as her fingers moved all over her pussy, inside and out, probing and massaging with a growing excitement that matched the mounting tension inside her.
From somewhere deep inside, Sheila could feel a tiny spot of fire beginning to grow. It was bubbling and churning, fighting to be free if she could only release it.
Harder now, she plunged her finger in and out of her tight cunt. Her thighs strained upward with each thrust, fighting to allow her finger to drive deeper inside her.
"Aaaaahhhhh... ooooohhhhh," she groaned, feeling that release was near.
Her whole body was on fire now, and her cunt felt like a pool of molten wax. Muscles deep within her cunt were starting to contract in a way she had never before experienced.
Wriggling more than ever, she drove her crotch up into the air against the force of her finger and hand. Every muscle in her body was straining taut.
Her breasts were heaving wildly; a glistening sheen of perspiration danced over her skin in the pale light of the room.
Then suddenly it was as if something had finally broken free within her. The bubbling, churning mass of juice within her began to flow upward, shooting toward the pulsating entrance to her cunt.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she gasped, as suddenly it seemed like she spilled over, the hot honey shooting out of her cunt with a force that spurted her love juice out onto the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs.
The flood continued, racing out of her body, releasing all the pent-up excitement that had been kept inside her until now.
Finally spent, she lay back on the bed.
So this was what I've been missing, she thought.
One thing was certain -- she may have been an up-tight prude in the past, but from now on she was going to be different.
She was going to find out what it was that she had been passing up. Jim, ironically, had freed her from her inhibitions by walking out on her.
Content, she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Sheila awakened early, feeling more refreshed and happy than she had in a long time. Until now, she hadn't realized how many little ways there were in which her inhibitions tended to get in the way of letting her enjoy life.
But those inhibitions were gone now.
And she had a job.
The best thing about the job was that it didn't start for another week yet, which gave her plenty of time to enjoy the city before the grind began.
And she intended to enjoy it.
She began by going shopping in Bloomingdales.
She had never seen anything that would even marginally compare with the mammoth store. It completely captured her imagination.
As the day wore on, however, she found her concentration shifting from time to time. Last night had been quite an experience.
But what about tonight?
The idea of simply going back to her room and spending the evening alone didn't really sound vow inviting. Mr. Hoffer? He probably would be working late again tonight with someone else.
It was just then that she ran into Susan. Literally. Neither of them saw the other, and when they collided both went sprawling into the corridor, packages going in every direction.
"Are you all tight?" the other girl asked, gathering up her things.
"I think so," Sheila replied, doing the same with her own scattered packages.
A few moments they were standing next to each other, looking at one another to see if either was angry. Sheila was the first to laugh, but the other girl was quick to join in.
"My name's Susan," she announced, acknowledging the friendly attraction that had sprung up so quickly between them.
"I'm Sheila."
They spent the rest of the afternoon shopping together, and by the time it was almost dark the two girls felt like they had known each other for much longer than a single, relatively short afternoon.
"Why don't you come over for dinner?" Susan asked suddenly.
"All right. Where do you live?"
"Come on, I'll show you."
As Sheila followed, Susan took her quickly to an extremely plush East Side apartment building.
"Wow!" Sheila gasped, forgetting to appear cosmopolitan for the moment.
"It belongs to my parents," Susan explained, "but they're in Europe for the winter. My apartment's not quite up to these standards, but they're letting me stay here."
Sheila looked around her, trying to appear less impressed than she actually was. There were three bedrooms, a fireplace, a sauna, and a Jacuzzi. It was this last item that arrested Sheila's attention first.
"You want to get in it?" Susan asked, flicking the switch that started the hot water whirling through the six-foot-long pool. Steam started to rise from the bubbling water.
"Come on," encouraged Susan, and before Sheila could say anything else she pulled off her sweater and began to step out of her slacks.
Sheila tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself. Susan was smaller than herself, but her tits were perfectly formed and as firm as ripe young apples.
A moment later she was naked, her dark black triangle standing out against the creamy texture of her skin. Then she climbed down into the whirlpool.
Peeling a little self-conscious, Sheila took off her own clothes and placed them in a pile on the floor. Then she eased herself into the swirling, churning water.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as she felt the hot jets of water shoot out against her tired muscles. "This is beautiful."
"I know. Here, let me give your shoulders a rubdown," Susan offered, standing up and walking forward until she was directly in front of Sheila. "Just lean forward."
Sheila complied, and Susan began to expertly work her lithe fingers into the sore muscles of Sheila's shoulders.
But it wasn't the rubdown that Sheila was aware of tight now; it was the dark, furry crotch that was poised just a few inches in front of her face. Why was Susan doing this from the front instead of the back?
The answer was obvious. She wanted Sheila to see her body up close.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Sheila groaned, leaning forward further. She didn't know why, but for some reason she wanted to get closer to Susan's cunt.
Now she could almost see the lips of the other girl's pussy as she stood in the knee deep water with her thighs slightly parted.
Sheila suddenly felt her own cunt beginning to tingle beneath the water.
Susan was rubbing harder now, and her hands had found their way halfway down Sheila's back. The further down they went, the closer her cunt came to Sheila's face.
Suddenly Sheila knew that she wanted to bury her face in the wet, dripping muff that dangled so tantalizingly just a few inches in front of her face.
But did Susan want that?
A moment later Sheila had her answer. Suddenly Susan ran her hands all the way down until her fingers were underneath the foaming water rubbing Sheila's soft ass cheeks. The result of this was that Sheila's face was immediately buried in the black triangle that had been teasing her for so long.
As soon as her face touched the hair, Sheila felt Susan's muscles tense as she drove her pelvis hard against Sheila's face.
"Mmmmmmmm," Susan murmured, spreading her slim legs wider. "Eat me... please eat me..."
Sheila had never made it with another girl, but right now it seemed like the best idea she had heard in a long time.
Grabbing Susan's waist, she got up and turned the other girl around. Then she guided her until Susan was leaning forward against the edge of the pool, her white ass dangling in Sheila's face and her legs parted to reveal the rich, pink lips of her pussy.
Taking one fleshy cheek with each hand, Sheila spread wide Susan's cunt, revealing the dripping moistness of her inner cunt. Then, without hesitating another moment, she buried her face in the other girl's pussy.
"Aaaaffffgggg," Susan groaned, thrusting back hard against Sheila's face. She could feel Sheila's tongue as it darted deep inside her pussy, almost fucking her like a man's cock.
"Yessssss... eat me... eat my cunt..."
Susan continued, rotating her hips while Sheila licked and sucked her steaming cunt rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks at the same time.
Sheila couldn't believe she was actually doing this, and yet the fact remained that she was loving every second of it.
Harder now, she continued to drive her tongue into the other's girl's juicy cunt, shoving it all the way in until it was completely buried in pink, quivering flesh.
"My... ohhhhh my clit..." Susan moaned, raising her soft ass higher in the air, practically begging Sheila to shift her attentions from the depth of her cunt to the sensitive button that was crying out for attention.
Sheila complied immediately.
As soon as her tongue came in contact with the swelling organ, Sheila could feel the muscles deep inside Susan's crotch begin to shake and quiver.
"Yesssss... ohhhh, yessssss..." Susan groaned. Her hands were all over her own tits now, rubbing and squeezing them as she sought to take herself over the brink into the spinning rush of orgasm.
Sheila was going crazy, letting her tongue roam all the way from Susan's clit to her asshole and then back again.
"I'm gonna come... gonna come... AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
Suddenly it seemed to Sheila as if Susan's cunt had exploded in her face. Waves of hot honey shot out onto her mouth as Susan's passion box shuddered wildly, spurting its juice in a wrenching spasm of crushing delight.
Again and again Sheila felt hot cum ooze out of the hole onto her face, but still she continued to work her tongue deep inside the other woman.
Finally Susan turned around.
Sheila smiled at her.
Susan smiled back.
"Let's have dinner. Then I have a surprise for you."
Sheila nodded. She was a little bit frustrated that Susan wasn't going to return the favor right now, but she also doubted that Susan had any intention of letting her newfound friend go home unfulfilled.
Two hours later Sheila knew a great deal more about Susan, and was happy to find that the two of them had a great deal in common.
First of all, Susan intended to stay in her parent's apartment until they got back from Europe sometime during the summer.
"What are you doing for work?" Sheila asked when Susan served dinner.
"Nothing."
"It must be nice."
"I'm subletting my apartment down in the village; that, plus what my parents left me, is enough to get by on."
Susan was several years older than Sheila, who could tell that she was bound to learn a few things if she stayed around her newfound friend. Thus, when Susan suggested that she move into the apartment with her, Sheila accepted without reservation.
"Great. We'll have a good time together."
"Speaking of good times, I promised you I have a surprise for you."
"I was afraid you'd forgotten."
"No way. An you ready for it?"
"Susan," Sheila said with feeling, "I'm ready for anything."
"All right. Wait here."
She waited in the sunken living room in front of the fireplace. Sheila sat back, sipped on the delicious hot buttered rum she had been drinking, and waited for Susan to return. She was amazed at how content she was; Jim and college seemed light years away. Nothing mattered now except having a good time.
A moment later Susan returned carrying a small chalice in her hands. She was wearing a thin, see-through negligee that showed practically all of her body.
Sheila's cunt began to tingle.
"What's in there?" she asked, indicating the chalice.
"Don't ask any questions. Just sit back and relax."
Happily, Sheila complied. There were pillows scattered about the floor, and a thick shag rug; Sheila made herself comfortable.
"All right, now. You just watch."
Standing above Sheila, Susan slipped out of her negligee. A few moments later she was naked in front of the fire, the flickering light playing on her smooth skin in a way that made Sheila want to finger herself.
But she didn't.
Instead, she simply watched as Susan reached into the chalice and withdrew her fingers a moment later. They glistened with oil.
Then, her almond eyes never once leaving Sheila's, Susan began to apply tile oil to her body.
Sheila could hear her own breath coming in quick, short gasps as she saw the shimmering oil begin to cover Susan's lithe body.
Susan smiled. "You want to help?" she whispered.
Silently Sheila nodded, standing up from where she was sitting and moving forward. Then she dipped her hand into the warm oil, and began to rub it into Susan's skin, starting first at the other girl's shoulders and slowly working her way down.
As her hands first came into contact with Susan's tits, Sheila could feel her pulse begin to race with excitement. Even though they weren't large, they were perfectly formed and seemed to be just begging to be licked and sucked by someone.
But Sheila kept working her way down until she had covered every inch of Susan's body. Then she stepped back to survey her handiwork.
"Fantastic!" she murmured. Susan glistened provocatively in the light of the fire.
"Now it's your turn," Susan whispered.
Sheila nodded.
Moving slowly, almost teasingly, she took off her clothes. Susan's hungry eyes seemed to devour her as each article came off, until finally she seemed to be practically panting at the sight of Sheila totally naked.
Susan reached into the chalice, and began to rub the oil into Sheila's shoulders.
"Mmmmmm," Sheila breathed, feeling the warmth of the other girl's hands combine with the heated oil to produce a sensation on her skin that she had never experienced before.
Then slowly Susan began to work her way down. When she reached Sheila's tits, she slowed down even more, playing with the full, graceful orbs. As Sheila looked at the other girl's hands on her own tits, she felt a rush of excitement shoot through her body that caused her cunt juices to flow even more wetly.
This was fantastic!
Susan's hands were on her nipples now, tweaking the pinkish brown buds with her slippery, oil-covered fingers, until Sheila thought she was going to go insane.
"Ooohhh... please... suck... them... suck my tits!"
She had never spoken like that before, but the sound of the words of encouragement on her own lips just served to excite Sheila even more.
"Not yet," Susan whispered, continuing to apply the oil. Now she was putting it on Sheila's flat stomach, rubbing it deep into the soft skin.
"Mmmmmmm..."
As Susan's hands found their way down into the creamy whiteness where Sheila's bikini had been, both girls were about to explode from excitement. Susan had never seen a better body than the one she was toying with right now, and that cunt! It was fantastic, a perfect silky triangle that was so soft and velvety that she could hardly believe it was for real.
But it was.
As her hands finally worked their way down onto Sheila's slim thighs and even slimmer calves, Susan knew that she was about to have one of the most enjoyable experiences of her life.
Finally Sheila was completely covered. For a moment the two of them stood looking quietly at each other, and then Susan guided Sheila back until they were both reclining on a large fluffy couch.
Susan reached out with her hand and touched Sheila's right tit.
"Please ooooohhhh please suck it... suck it now!"
This time Susan complied, leaning over until her lips hovered just over the brightly glistening bud, then suddenly swooping down on it and covering it with her mouth.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Sheila panted as bolts of electricity shot through her. She reached out and encircled Susan with her arms, puffing the other girl closer so that she could feel the slickness of the oil as their bodies locked together.
It didn't take long for Sheila to realize that she was in the hands of an expert.
Susan's tongue seemed to know exactly where to go as it flicked and darted over Sheila's sensitive tits. Sometimes her touch would be light, teasing, while other times she sucked hard on the tender tips.
While she did this, Susan began to slide her hand down across Sheila's stomach, heading eventually for her final goal, Sheila's tawny cunt.
"Yes..." Sheila breathed, urging her on. She wanted to feel someone else's fingers inside her pulsing cunt.
Susan's fingers were locked inside Sheila's silky hair, playing with it, twisting it, all the while working their way closer to the parted lips that were her final goal.
At last, when it seemed to Sheila that she was going to explode from frustration, Susan plunged two fingers deep into the tight, clinging folds of her pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhh... yesssss!"
Sheila couldn't believe how, fantastic it felt. It was as if Susan knew exactly what she wanted her to do.
In and out, in and out the two fingers plunged, while with her other hand Susan played with Sheila's swelling clit.
"Eat me, Susan, eat my cunt... eat it!" Sheila groaned when she couldn't stand it any longer.
Susan complied immediately.
She moved down until her face was just a few inches from Sheila's shuddering muff. There she stopped, looking at the pink lips that were parted wetly in anticipation of what was about to happen.
"Please... ohhhhh please..." Sheila practically whimpered. She had to have it soon or she would die. This was incredible.
Gently Susan began to blow on Sheila's cunt, fanning the hot hole, making Sheila practically beg for mercy. Then finally, when Sheila was sure she couldn't take it any longer, Susan let her tongue dart out and flick lightly against Sheila's clit.
"More... please... more!"
Susan's tongue darted out again, this time lingering another half-second before withdrawing.
Then finally she let loose, driving her wet, probing tongue deep into the shivering folds of Sheila's hungry cunt. Again and again she drove it in, sliding the warm muscle in and out of Sheila's writhing, wriggling cunt with a fury that threatened to drive Sheila insane.
Sheila couldn't believe how good all this felt. It was incredible to think that her entire life had been spent without ever experiencing anything like this.
Incredible.
With both breasts heaving and bouncing all over her chat, Sheila began to shove her cunt harder and harder against Susan's working, driving tongue. She could feel it deep inside her one second, then out along the soft warmth of her inner thighs the next.
"Eat me... eat my cunt... suck my honey out of me... ohhhh please..." she pleaded.
But no matter how hard Susan sucked, there was always more love juice to pour out of Sheila's cunt. It never stopped, flowing out in a sticky stream that found its way always into Susan's mouth.
Harder now, losing touch with everything but the pulsing, melting fire inside her, Sheila shoved her crotch against Susan's face. She wanted to come again; last night in her room had only been the beginning.
"Make me come... make me come..." she breathed in rhythm with her thrusts, shoving and wriggling with a reckless abandon that threatened to engulf Susan's face.
Almost before the words were out of her mouth Sheila felt her cunt begin to pulse uncontrollably. It was as if her entire crotch was about to dissolve.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she gasped as a wave of wrenching excitement shot through her, sending new spurts of her honey flying from her cunt.
Again and again the wave hit, causing her cunt to spill over, bathing Susan's entire face in sticky, hot cum.
"Yessssss... nice..." Susan murmured, her hot tongue lapping up every ounce of the musky liquid that poured from Sheila's cunt.
Finally it appeared to be over.
Sheila remained still on the couch, while Susan kept her face buried in the hot wetness of Sheila's spent pussy.
Sheila smiled.
Yes, this was going to work out just fine.
CHAPTER THREE
For the next three days the girls got to know each other better, shopping ail day and doing whatever they wanted to at night. Whatever they wanted consisted primarily of getting their fill of each other's bodies.
They made it in the sauna, the Jacuzzi, in front of the fireplace, even in the bed. Sheila had never before realized how good pussy could taste, and she found herself wanting to bury her face between Susan's sweet thighs at every opportunity.
But she also wanted something else; she wanted to feel a man's cock inside her own pussy. She had been ashamed to tell Susan that site was a virgin up until now, but as they became closer and closer friends, she found herself feeling less self-conscious about it. Finally, on Friday evening after dinner, she blurted it out.
"I was wondering whether or not you were going to admit to it," Susan replied, completely unfazed by what Sheila thought was a major revelation on her part.
"You mean you knew?" she asked in disbelief. "Let's say I assumed. It was pretty obvious," Susan returned, smiling to take the sting out of her words.
"Oh." Sheila didn't know what to say. This wasn't what she had expected at all.
"I take it you're ready to do something about it," Susan said.
"About what?"
"About your virginity, stupid."
"Oh," Sheila replied, feeling like an idiot. "As a matter of fact, yes. But I don't have any candidates. You're the only person I know here."
"Don't worry. John's coming in tonight for the weekend."
"Who's John?"
"He's sort of my boy friend."
"What good does that do me?" Sheila asked, confused.
"Hey, come on. We're friends, aren't we? You know, share and share alike?"
"I guess so," Sheila replied.
"Besides, I'm sure you'll like John."
"I'm sure I will."
And she was right. When John arrived an hour later, Sheila knew they were going to get along. He was tall, with sandy blond hair that almost matched her own, and an athletic build that made her start wondering immediately what he would look like without any clothes on his body.
She didn't have long to wait to find out.
Susan started things by passing out steaming mugs of hot buttered rum to everyone. Sheila finished hers quickly, feeling a need for the warm comfort it afforded her, and went into the kitchen to fix herself another. She was beginning to feel relaxed and anticipant; another drink should just about do it.
As she heated the water, she thought about John. She had been afraid that this whole situation would seem uncomfortable to her, but it didn't. He was a football coach at a college; an assistant coach, anyway. But he didn't fit her image of a football coach; she could hardly imagine him yelling or screaming like the ones at her high school always had.
When she returned to the living room, Sheila could tell that Susan had said something to John because of the way he was looking at her. If it had been possible to undress her with his eyes, she was certain that his look right then would have accomplished it.
Her cunt began to tingle.
"Alt, Sheila?" Susan said, a minxish smile on her features, "Why don't you put some music on. John and I want to get, ah, reacquainted. Then John wants to visit with you for a while."
"Sure," Sheila replied, a little disconcerted. "I'll go into the bedroom."
"No, don't do that," Susan smiled. "Just sit back and relax. That's all."
"All right."
Sheila put on a soft jazz record, curled up in seine furs and blankets, and pretended to concentrate on her hot buttered rum. This was all a bit strange, but she was committed to going alone with it.
So Susan wanted an audience, did she? That wasn't surprising. And John didn't seem to mind either. Well, if they didn't mind, then she didn't mind either.
They were across the worn from where she was, just a few feet from the fire. Susan had on a tight-fitting sweater and jacket, and already was beginning to unbutton John's shirt.
Sheila shifted slightly, almost unconsciously, so that her thighs were parted beneath her soft, terrycloth caftan. This was going to be interesting. She had never even come close to seeing someone do more than kiss somebody else; obviously Susan had more in mind than just kissing.
John was naked to the waist now, and Sheila found that she wasn't disappointed at all in what she saw. He wasn't overly muscular, but his body was well-formed and smooth.
She laid her hand lightly on her thigh.
John's hand's were all over Susan as well, feeling her tits through the soft material of her sweater. Her nipples were already rock hard, and he found himself wanting to suck them right now, without wasting any more time.
A moment later he had her sweater lifted over her head, causing her tits to jiggle delightfully in the flickering light. While Susan unbuckled his belt, he leaned forward and began to kiss her tits, rubbing his face in their fleshy whiteness, licking the tight brown nipples with his tongue.
Sheila was creaming all over herself as she watched. She wanted to finger her own cunt, but decided against it for the time being at least.
Now suddenly Susan pulled down John's pants, allowing his cock to jump up.
Sheila gasped; it was huge. Even bigger than Mr. Hoffer's had been.
But it didn't seem to faze Susan in the least. She bent forward and began to stroke up and down on it, pulling the pink skin up and down while John finished undressing her.
Finally they were both naked. John was on his knees, while Susan bent over to fondle his cock. Both of them seemed completely oblivious of Sheila's presence, so wrapped up were they.
"Suck it..." John whispered, looking down at the sight of Susan's hungry mouth just a few inches away from his angry rod. He hadn't had a good lay in a week, but it had been even longer since he'd had someone give him good head.
And no one gave head like Susan.
She smiled, pushing him down until he was lying on his back, his cock standing up from his body as if it were at attention.
Susan bent and kissed his thighs, then began to work her way up toward his cock. But before she got there, she stopped and carefully, completely, licked his balls until the wrinkled skin of his scrotum was soaking wet. Then, still being careful so as not to hurt him, she took one of his balls in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," he smiled, spreading his legs to make it easier for her.
Sheila, watching quietly from across the worn until she couldn't stand it any more. She slipped her hand beneath the material of her caftan and let two fingers slide inside her dripping cunt. She couldn't believe how wet she was; this was incredible.
Susan let go of John's balls now, and worked her way up until her lips were buried in the thick, wiry hair at the base of his cock. Her hands were on his massive staff, and she slowly began to pull up and down, massaging his meat while her lips explored its base.
"Come on, baby. Suck it. Suck my cock," he moaned, crazy with anticipation. All he could see was her face, her back and her delicious white ass as it waved in the air higher than her head.
"Relax," she whispered, enjoying the sweet torment, knowing it would be all the more satisfying in the end for him because of it.
Sheila found herself being equally around by the sight of his giant cock and Susan's very visible ass. The thick, fleshy cheeks were spread apart, revealing the rich red lips of her cunt, giving Sheila the strong temptation to creep across the floor and bury her face in that dripping honeypot.
But she didn't.
Instead, she continued to play with herself lightly, knowing that her chance would come later.
Now Susan began to work her way up John's cock, letting her tongue lick every inch of smooth, pulsing skin. She could tell that John was going crazy above her, but she didn't care. If anything, it had made her go even more slowly.
But finally she was at the top, her full, sensuous lips poised just a few inches above the anxious head of his meat.
"Now, baby... now..." he urged.
This time she didn't tease him. Instead, she parted her lips and mouth as wide as she could, then pushed down on his tool.
The first two inches disappeared inside her mouth.
She began to pump now, moving up and down with her whole body, taking more of him inside her with each stroke. She could feel his eyes on her, and she knew she was giving him a better blow job than he could ever get anywhere else.
And she loved giving it.
Finally, after perhaps a dozen strokes, she succeeded in taking him all the way inside her. She could feel her lips buried in the thick hair of his crotch, while his meat seemed to be imbedded someplace in her stomach.
For a long moment she didn't move, savoring the feeling of his prick stretching all her muscles, taking pride in her ability to take him completely.
Sheila couldn't believe what she was seeing. It seemed like a physical impossibility for his cock to fit into her like that.
Now, triumph clearly etched in all her movements, Susan pulled up on his cock, letting it slide wetly out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva, until it was almost all the way out of her.
Then she drove down on it again, then pulled up.
Faster and faster now, she began to work up and down his shaft. John responded by driving into her in rhythm with her strokes, shoving his cock deep into the clinging recesses other throat.
Finally his cock began to tremble, and John could feel the hot cum churning up inside him, boiling and foaming as it fought to shoot from the end of his shaft.
Susan could feel it as well, and at the last possible moment she suddenly pulled herself off of him, leaving his rigid cock naked in the air.
"Hey," he groaned.
"Not yet, baby," she told him.
He was still on his back, and she was straddling him. He was about to protest, when she did something that silenced the words before they ever emerged from his throat.
Looking down on him with eyes that were glazed from passion, Susan spread her slim muscular legs and bared her cunt to him, pulling back both lips with her fingers.
"Nice, baby... real nice..." he murmured approvingly, forgetting his frustration of a few moments ago. She had one of the nicest cunts he had ever seen in his life, and just to look at it was a thrill.
But of course he planned to do more than just look at it.
"Came on, baby, let's do it."
Susan just smiled.
Then she took one of her fingers and plunged it deep into her sloppy, dripping cunt. A moment later she pulled it out, glistening, into the light.
Carefully, making certain not to miss a single drop of her own honey, she licked the finger until it was dry.
"You want to fuck me?" she breathed tantalizingly, her breasts heaving up and down in her excitement.
With a groan he answered her, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her into the air. When she came down she landed directly on his cock.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as it drove straight to the deepest recesses of her dripping pussy. It felt like it was going to go right through her.
But she loved it.
"Now fuck me, you prick..." she hissed, beginning to bounce up and down wildly on his meat.
John responded by shoving his cock even deeper into her. From where, he lay he could look up and see his cock entering her pussy. With each thrust a tiny rivulet of her honey squirted out of her cunt, oozing down his cock before it once again disappeared inside her pussy.
Above, her small, firm breasts bounced up and down in rhythm to her thrusts.
Again and again hi cock disappeared inside her. Both of them were lost in the sensations that were waiting through their bodies, oblivious to everything but the excitement that was consuming them.
Sheila, across the room, was practically in a trance, her finger pumping in and out of her tawny cunt with a speed that left her breathless. She had never even imagined seeing something like this; it was incredible. John's strong hands were on Susan's ass, pulling her down onto his cock, spreading the white cheeks wider and wider with each thrust.
"Harder, you bastard, harder!" Susan groaned, her body pumping up and down with a fury that left both of them breathless.
But they weren't finished yet.
John could once again feel the hot cum bubbling up inside him, but fought to keep it down.
Not yet, he told himself.
Then he heard what he had been waiting for.
"Ooooooohhhhh... yesssss... yesssss, YESSSSSS!" Susan gasped as she suddenly felt tic, cunt overflow, the hot juices shooting in great spurts from her battered pussy. Waves of melting, dissolving sensation shot through her, sending her consciousness soaring as she came again and again, her cunt pulsing and quivering until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Frenziedly, she jumped off his cock, her cunt still pulsing wildly, and grabbed his meat in her hands.
A moment later she was jerking him off with a passion that practically pulled his tool from his body. But it only took a dozen strokes for him to came, his cock exploding with a violence that sent great wads of white, sticky jism flying into the air.
The first spurt hit Susan squarely in the face, covering her cheeks with his cum.
She loved it.
While she still pumped up and down on his shuddering tool, she licked the cum as it hit her, getting as much of it as she could to find its way into her hungry mouth.
For fully thirty seconds he poured his jizz out into the air. It landed on her throat. Her tits. Her stomach.
Some of it fell back onto his body, spreading across his own flat stomach.
Susan let go of his cock and bent down, licking the sticky cum, not letting a single drop escape. She was still in a frenzy, and had no intentions of stopping until the last fragment of sensation had been drawn from this entire experience.
Straddling him once again, she let his hands run all over her own body, rubbing the cum that half-covered her chest and rubbing it into her tits, feeling it soak into her skin until it had all disappeared.
Then, exhausted at last, she sank down onto the thick carpet. She closed her eyes contentedly.
Across the room, Sheila came out of her trance. Her finger was still deep inside her warm pussy, but she was no longer thrusting it in and out.
She didn't want to come that way.
Not tonight, at any rate.
She knew that later she could finally get what she was so ready for.
John's cock in her cunt.
It would be worth waiting for.
CHAPTER FOUR
When John woke up he suddenly remembered Sheila. Where was she? Susan was asleep a few feet away from him in front of the fire, but Sheila was nowhere in sight.
How long had he been asleep?
The fact that the fire was still burning warmly indicated that it hadn't been long. Quietly he got up.
When he stood up he could just barely see into the kitchen, where he caught a glimpse of Sheila's green caftan. Still being careful not to awaken Susan, he walked quietly into the kitchen. In the doorway he paused; she was heating some water on the stove and hadn't heard him yet. He openly admired her looks, or what he could see of them from behind. Her shoulder-length hair was full and lively, and as she moved he occasionally caught a hard-earned glimpse of the outline of her.
It looked nice.
In a way he was surprised that Susan was being so generous in her attitude toward him and what she said that Sheila wanted. It was hard to believe that the woman he was looking at was still a virgin.
Incredible.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Oh!" she cried, startled. "You scared me."
"Sorry."
"That's all right. I'm just fixing some Kahlua and coffee. Want some?"
"Sure."
She had a nice smile, he thought. And there wasn't a trace of uptightness about her; very strange in someone her age who was still a virgin.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" he asked, wailing lightly.
"Might as well," she replied.
"Am you really a virgin?"
She laughed. "What do you think?"
"I think if you are, you must have spent the last five years in a nunnery."
She laughed again. "I guess that's supposed to be a compliment."
"It is."
"Then thanks."
"Well?" he asked, still smiling.
"Well what?"
"Well, are you a virgin?"
"Tell you what," she answered, giving him his hot mug and brushing lightly, provocatively against his body. "Why don't you ask me that question in about an hour?"
"I hope in an hour I'll know without asking," he rejoined.
She didn't say anything, but simply smiled and walked into the living room where Susan was still asleep. Choosing a spot well across the room from her, Sheila sat down.
John followed her, apparently oblivious of his nakedness.
But she wasn't oblivious of it. Just the opposite. In fact, she could hardly take her eyes off his cock. It wasn't quite as flaccid now as it had been just a few moments ago.
"Ummmmm, I just noticed something," John announced.
"What?"
"You're the only one here wearing clothes." Sheila made a pretense of looking round the room. "Why, I do believe you're right," she replied.
"Seems unsociable to me," John said with another smile.
"Oh, really?" Sheila said coyly. "Really."
Susan stirred but didn't wake up. Sheila looked at her for a moment, then looked back at John. Then she took a long, hot pull off her drink.
"I wouldn't want to be accused of being unsociable."
John shrugged.
Taking another drink, Sheila set down her mug and stood up in front of John. She could begin to feel excitement shooting through her at the prospect of what she was about to do.
Without saying anything else, she reached up to her neck and unfastened the first button of her caftan.
John's cock started to get hard.
She unfastened the next one. Then the until finally the robe was open down the front to her navel. But her tits were still covered by the soft material.
John shifted. His cock was almost completely rigid now.
Sheila knew the time was right. Everything felt perfect, and she knew that he was ready to see her.
She let the caftan drop to the floor.
"Nice..." John whispered, taking in her entire body with a single, sweeping glance. She was magnificent!
Her tits were large, but they were firm as well, jutting out from her body like twin peaks, each tipped with a brownish pink rosebud.
Below them, her waist was slim and flat, with soft, silky skin that practically begged to be touched. But the thing that turned him on the most, and made his cock grow, if possible, harder than it had been earlier, was her fantastic cunt.
Or, more precisely; her perfect, silky triangle.
He had never seen hair so soft, so downy. He wanted to bury his face in it right then and there, but he somehow refrained from it.
There was no point in rushing this.
"Do I pass inspection?" she asked, sensing his arousal.
"With flying colon."
She sat down across from him. For a long time they just looked at each other, anticipating what would happen shortly. Sheila finished her Kahlua, feeling the warm liquor flow through her body, releasing her from the last of her inhibitions.
"You know what I want?" she whispered, a light smile playing seductively on her features.
"What?"
"Your cock," she breathed, feeling delightfully naughty. She had never even thought of talking like this, but she could feel the excitement grow between them as she said it.
"Where?" he whispered back, catching the spirit of her mood.
She didn't speak in reply, but instead simply spread her legs slightly and placed her hand over her cunt.
"There?" John asked in mock innocence.
She nodded.
Then, as John watched, she spread apart the fully, dewy lips of her cunt to reveal the wet pinkness within. With one finger she began to explore herself, never taking her eyes off John, watching his reaction to what she was doing.
It was gratifying.
Her clit was visible now, swelling just beneath the sensitive hood of skin that had covered it. Sheila could feel it, and then she looked down. The sight of her own fingers glistening brightly with the juice from her cunt made her tremble with excitement.
She couldn't wait any longer.
"Fuck me... oh please... fuck me now..."
John moved forward, swept away by the seething excitement that was shooting through him. He could hardly believe how much he was turned on; it was phenomenal.
She was on her back now, her legs spread wide for him. He wanted to plunge into her right then, but he held back.
This was going to be too good to rush.
Instead, he reached down with firm hands and spread her legs even wider, opening her cunt so that he felt like he could see deeper into her than he had ever seen into another woman.
Then, as she pushed her crotch into his face, he bent forward and brought his lips into contact with her wet, dripping cunt.
"Oooohhhh... yessss... eat me, eat my cunt!" she groaned, twisting in his grasp, fighting to bring his probing tongue deeper into her.
At first he just licked around the entrance, luxuriating in the sweet taste of her honey, but as she grew more and more excited be knew this would not be enough.
Spreading her ass cheeks wide with either hand, he plunged his tongue into her with all the force he could muster, driving the hard muscle deep into the tight, quivering folds of her pussy.
"Yesss!" she moaned, writhing even more wildly now. His tongue was consuming her, driving her crazy. She wanted it all the way inside her. She wanted it to devour her.
In and out now, he jabbed, marveling at the tightness of her virgin pussy. Yet in spite of its tightness, the entire pulsing chamber seemed alive, quivering and shaking, dragging his eager tongue deeper and deeper into her with each successive thrust.
Finally he pulled away.
"Noooooo..." she pleaded, totally lost in the excitement within her.
"Yes." He looked down on her, feeling the blood rushing to his cock once again. Her big, full tits were heaving up and down, while her cunt was positively drowning in the sticky combination of her own juices and his saliva.
"You're not like any virgin I've ever seen," he whispered, enjoying the anticipation of what was about to happen between them.
"Another compliment?" she smiled, forcing herself to calm down.
"Feel my cock," he said softly, pushing his meat forward with his hands.
She touched it, she looked at her small hands on his massive tool, she was once again assailed with doubts. How could it ever fit inside her tight little pussy.
"You can take it," he whispered, as if he could read her thoughts.
"I hope so," she answered, running her fingers up and down, feeling the tight, smooth skin. She could see some of the veins standing out just beneath the surface.
"Are you ready?" he whispered, knowing what the answer would be.
She nodded.
He leaned forward, and as he did so she leaned back, placing her back flat on the thick carpet. She forced herself to relax, opening her mind to what she knew was going to be the most satisfying experience of her life.
His cock was at the entrance to her pussy now.
As he looked down, John found himself practically groaning in anticipation of what he was about to experience.
Her cunt was open, wet, and ready for him.
His cock was rigid.
He pushed forward.
"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered as the head passed inside her. Already it seemed like her muscles were stretched farther than they had ever been before.
"Huh?" he asked softly. She shook her head.
He pushed once more. Another inch went inside her. Sheila found herself blinking back tears.
But she wanted more.
She wanted it all.
Again he pushed forward. He was three quarters of the way in now, and could hardly believe how good it felt. Her cunt was so tight that it felt like there were a thousand tiny ringlets encircling his throbbing prick.
Finally he shoved all the way.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she moaned, feeling a bright flash of wrenching pain.
But then the pain was gone.
It was all the way in! She could hardly believe it.
As much as she had thought about this moment in the last few hours, she had never suspected it would feel like this.
Incredible!
He began to slide in and out of her, slowly at first, being careful not to hurt her. But he needn't have worded; she was beyond pain. Everything felt wonderful.
She pushed against his rod to let him know she wanted him to push harder. He answered by shoving his cock deeper into her than it had yet been.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, wriggling her crotch around his shaft. "More... more..." she whispered, feeling as if she could never get enough of this.
"Fantastic!" he breathed, driving harder into her now.
"Ooooohhhhh fuck me... John... oh, John fuck me hard... fuck my cunt!" She was beside herself now. Nothing mattered except his cock and her cunt. She wanted him to plow into her, drive through her.
Which is precisely what he did.
Her feet were flat on the floor now, and her cunt was six inches up in the air. With each thrust that he made into her, she shoved back, trying wildly to get his cock even farther into her. It became an obsession with her; she could think of nothing but consuming him, devouring his cock with her pussy.
"Yes, baby... yesssss..." he whispered, lost in the sensation of her tight cunt around his cock.
Then, acting purely on instinct she dropped her ass back down to the floor and wrapped her long, slim legs around his back.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she yelped as his cock suddenly seemed to drive right through her.
"Yesssss..." he moaned in response.
Thrashing wildly now, the two flew into each other with a passion that made them both lose touch with everything except the focus of their excitement. Like a piston he slammed into her, spearing her with all his strength, while she responded by pulling even harder with her legs.
"Ooooohhhhh... I'm gonna come... gonna come..." she groaned, feeling herself begin to fill up with her own hot cream. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced; always before she had felt like there was no room for anything, and the tightness delayed her climax, but made it grow more powerful in the process.
Finally, there was nothing that could stop her. She spread her legs convulsively, and in a single moment she felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her in her cunt.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
Her cunt convulsed wildly as she came.
With this, John's control evaporated, and for the second time that night his cock exploded with a power that set wave after wave of hot, sticky cum shooting out of his rod. Sheila could feel it slam against the back wall of her pussy, mixing with her own turn, making an even bigger mess beneath her.
Rut it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered except the bliss that she was feeling. Nothing could compare with this.
Nothing.
Finally it was over.
John, feeling more satisfied than he could ever remember, rolled over, his cock sliding out of Sheila's cunt. He couldn't believe it had been so good.
Sheila smiled.
She had been afraid that the first time wouldn't be as good as she had hoped it would. And, in a strange way, she had been right.
It had been better.
There was no way she could have imagined how fantastic this would be. It was beyond description. But there was one thing for certain; this wasn't going to be the last time she had this experience.
No way.
Nothing was going to stop her now; she was going to make sure that her pussy got everything it wanted.
How could she have been such a prude for so long? It seemed impossible; almost as if the girl that had held out on Jim until he had finally left her in frustration was someone else.
Not her.
She could hardly blame Jim for what he had done. After all, once someone had experienced what she had just experienced, there was no way it would be possible to get along without it.
Well, there was nothing she could do about that, so there was no point in dwelling on it. Besides, there were too many good things to look forward to.
And tonight had just been the beginning.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Susan awakened the next morning, the first thing she noticed was that Sheila and John were both sleeping, naked, beneath a pile of furs across the room from her. Her reaction was one of surprise, first that she had slept through the night, and second that she had slept through whatever it was that Sheila and John had done.
They must have been awfully quiet about it, she thought, or else I would have heard them. In a way she was disappointed, primarily because she had been looking forward to watching Sheila lose her virginity. She could just imagine seeing John's big cock ramming is and out of Sheila's tight hole, and the thought alone was enough to make her own cunt to start creaming.
Oh, well. Win some, lose some.
She went off to take a shower.
Not long after she left the mom. Sheila awakened. At first she was disoriented, but after a few moments she realized where she was and what had happened.
She smiled.
But when she tried to get up she found, not too surprisingly, that her crotch ached.
Wow.
She had to smile again; last night had been something else. John was still asleep, and looked like he was likely to stay that way for awhile. Sheila, not being at all disposed to wake him up just now, got up quietly and headed for the bathroom.
When she heard the shower running, she smiled. That must be Susan, she thought. She was vaguely concerned over whether or not Susan might be a little upset over what she and John had done last night. Probably not, she decided, or else Susan wouldn't have set the whole thing up the way she did.
"Good morning," she called into the steam.
"Is that my ex-virgin roommate?" Susan called out, poking her head through the bath curtain.
"None other than," Sheila replied, relieved that Susan wasn't upset.
"Want a shower?" Susan called out again. "I'll wait 'til you finish."
"No. Come on in now."
Sheila shrugged. Why not?
Inside, the hat stinging needles of water felt good. Susan's body was more or less completely covered with soap suds.
"You look like the abominable snowman."
"Shut up and tell me about it," Susan replied cheerfully.
"About what?"
"About your first fuck. Don't play stupid."
"Well," Sheila said, trying to wipe a silly grin off her face, "Let's just say it was fantastic."
"All right, I get it," Susan pouted. "You don't want to talk about it." She had been looking forward to getting a good description, at the very least.
"Here, let me soap you," Sheila said, beginning to rub her roommate's back.
"I've got a better idea. Let's go in the sauna."
By this point, Sheila was about ready to do anything to make Susan happy, so she followed the other girl into the room. There was a hose with warm water, plus buckets and soap, so that they could continue their shower.
But there were other things in the sauna as well. Sheila had never noticed them before, but as soon as they walked in she saw Susan's eyes go directly to a shelf on the far wail.
"What's over there?" she asked.
"Fun and games," Susan replied
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A week later Ada phoned me to follow up.
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